your needs, my needs 🌙 julian &. love, au
Dec 28, 2023 20:32:31 GMT -5
Post by napoleon, d2m ₊⊹ 🐁 ɢʀɪғғɪɴ. on Dec 28, 2023 20:32:31 GMT -5
VERSE: DRACULA
julian le roux
❝ oh, sweet stranger,
would thou invite me in? ❞
You are the monster in my castle.
You had not appeared as one – on the contrary in fact, with your polished cheekbones and blade-sharp jaw, your marble skin and blood-red lips. One look and everyone sees royalty graven out of you. Your eyes ensnare others’ in place like rabbits entranced by a hunter’s trap, and your words kept people drunk on their sweetness, tempting them to indulge. Dark eyes, honey words.
All of that, I have learnt my darling, are the sums that make up your elaborate farce.
You came to my doorstep uninvited. And I, a naïve little prince back then, was all but in awe of the otherworldly mystery you presented yourself as: sensual, grandiose, proficient. I wanted to consign myself to the enigmas you hid, to devote myself to uncovering each one. I wanted to be taught your ways, something I find near laughable now after finding out that your ways always end in blood. The invitation I made on that fateful day, I know now, was for you to enter my home and empty me of my royal blood.
What does it make of me to say I would have let you?
What does it make of me to say I would have loved it?
The true danger that you pose, my love, is not in your fangs or your claws, but in the way you draw others in with your dark gravity. No one could ever resist its pull, not even myself. The saints, my ancestors, they all know I tried. I was a sun overpouring light, and you were the cruelest winter night come to steal it all.
What does it make of me to say I want you to?
What does it make of me to say I need you to?
The bond between us is an omen, my soulmate, and it is wicked full of crows, broken mirrors, and shivers down our spines. I loathe it, I crave it. And above it all, for the sake of my kingdom, I must end it.
I must end you.
“That is why I am here,” I tell you plaintively in the dark of your chambers, dressed in my simplest garbs and with my left hand white-knuckled around the ancient wood of a stake:
“I am here to murder you.”
You had not appeared as one – on the contrary in fact, with your polished cheekbones and blade-sharp jaw, your marble skin and blood-red lips. One look and everyone sees royalty graven out of you. Your eyes ensnare others’ in place like rabbits entranced by a hunter’s trap, and your words kept people drunk on their sweetness, tempting them to indulge. Dark eyes, honey words.
All of that, I have learnt my darling, are the sums that make up your elaborate farce.
You came to my doorstep uninvited. And I, a naïve little prince back then, was all but in awe of the otherworldly mystery you presented yourself as: sensual, grandiose, proficient. I wanted to consign myself to the enigmas you hid, to devote myself to uncovering each one. I wanted to be taught your ways, something I find near laughable now after finding out that your ways always end in blood. The invitation I made on that fateful day, I know now, was for you to enter my home and empty me of my royal blood.
What does it make of me to say I would have let you?
What does it make of me to say I would have loved it?
The true danger that you pose, my love, is not in your fangs or your claws, but in the way you draw others in with your dark gravity. No one could ever resist its pull, not even myself. The saints, my ancestors, they all know I tried. I was a sun overpouring light, and you were the cruelest winter night come to steal it all.
What does it make of me to say I want you to?
What does it make of me to say I need you to?
The bond between us is an omen, my soulmate, and it is wicked full of crows, broken mirrors, and shivers down our spines. I loathe it, I crave it. And above it all, for the sake of my kingdom, I must end it.
I must end you.
“That is why I am here,” I tell you plaintively in the dark of your chambers, dressed in my simplest garbs and with my left hand white-knuckled around the ancient wood of a stake:
“I am here to murder you.”
