witchcried:

             ^{another tut, but it gives way to a sigh, arms sinking around louis in desperate attempt to pull him from this… state. such a deep trench he digs for himself and it’s made no better by such melancholy thinking. hovers behind him there, staring into the mirror upon the vanity as if it’s a miracle the glass might even show him at all. such creatures of darkness, reflected in light— “ you do berate yourself too much, louis. ” ( @bloodcried )}

   narcissus,   caring   only   about   himself,   was   still   desirable.   molded,   marble   petal   lips   and   genteel   chin,   eyes   of   doubt   but   never   mercy.   they   are   hapless   in   their   quarrels,   mirror-glazed   nails   scratching   along   his   maker’s,   his   lover’s,   jaw.   ❛   how   can   you   wish   to   appease   me-   when   i   have   done   nothing   to   appease   you?   ❜