i tell you i love you with my whole heart; this startles. but i hold none back， no part of my heart does not love you.

she is my scar.

at the end as at the start, and through all the in—betweens, i love you.

He walks into view, pulling an arrow out of his shoulder. “Eros an’ his fuckin’ love arrows…” He grunted, yanking another arrow from his pelt.

i cared about the whole world because of you.

no one ever told me that grief felt so much like fear.

this is how it's always been, all i've ever known is to hold my own, but now i want to hold you too.

Ah, yearnin’ in earnest.

‘Have you ever had to reattach a limb before?’ Aleister, distractedly writing down something and without missing a beat. “Ya mean one of mine or someone else’s?”

you sleep coiled ; tightly wound. hands are fists beneath pillows, clenched above cotton sheets. you are at war, even in your dreams.

with you, nothing feels forced. we can be weird, quiet, loud, awkward, or silly, and it always feels right. we don’t have to “try” to impress each other. every inside joke, every late night talk, every random text is proof that real doesn’t have to be perfect. and with you, real

//: Life has been doing that thing as of late, but replies and such coming as soon as I’m able.

Warning: Please remain in doors til sunrise due to the effects of the Blood Moon on those afflicted with Lycanthropy, or it’s variants. As well as the possibility of the veil between realms temporarily weakening. — Dr. Aleister Van Helsing, MD, DMeta, D.PH.

⠀forgive me— a monster so rarely feels wanted.

please think twice before loving me. i will be cruel and distant. i promise， i can be kind and tender. it takes time， please wait for me.

Now don’t you worry that pretty lil head of yours. Ain’t nothin’ gettin’ to ye on my watch~

if it's for my partner， i'll gladly conquer any hell we come across.