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? ❜
