if i tried posting aesthetics for today's chapter i think i could kiss goodbye to my social media privileges lol.
“People like you are a plague on humanity. I see the darkness that consumes your soul. You care only for your own selfish desires and not for the lives you destroy. You revel in your spoils while others suffer for your misdeeds. You granted your heart’s deepest wishes and others paid the price. Now you shall return the favour…” The words that have haunted me for centuries assault my mind as memories of unrelenting pain take over my senses while the image of piercing silver eyes watch on with a cold satisfaction more bone-chilling than any nightmare could hope to be. I wake up with a jolt, my heart pounding beneath my ribcage as the thunderous sound of its fear-filled beats fill my eardrums. I lay my head in my hands as I attempt to catch my breath, and it’s now I feel the sweat that has formed along my brow. I feel the trickle of sweat as it slides down my back. I shiver as the cool air hits my moist flesh, and yet still I feel as though I have been bathing in front of an open flame
A fag. He actually called me a fag. My own parents have never even called me that and they’re walking, talking bigots. Not a single person I have ever come into contact with has ever called me that, and the first person to do it was my soulmate. I walk through the palace on autopilot, my feet moving sluggishly against the marble floors. I feel as though there is a thick dark cloud looming over me, weighing me down. I need to get some air and clear my head, or at least try to. I make my way through the palace, being greeted by staff and officials as I go and for once I can’t bring myself to return their greetings. I can’t force a smile on my face, not when my heart is crushing me from the inside. I make my way to a large, ornate, gold door on the first floor and open it revealing a large stone spiral staircase that leads down to the bowels of the palace. I carefully make my way down the stairs and feel my spirits begin to lift as my path is guided by the shimmering blue along the wall
A stupefied laugh escapes me, “What the fuck are you wearing?” I ask between chortles. “It’s my apology,” he says, holding his arms out wide with a look of pure guilt and mortification on his dreamy face. Now that I think about it, I can feel hints of how uncomfortable he is, but also how nervous he is. I can’t believe what I’m seeing. Lemuel, the man who always dresses to perfection, is wearing the sexy butler outfit I got him. I only got that as a joke, I never expected him to ever wear it. The thin printed top is clinging to his muscles and… well, the underwear is far too small and not doing a good job at containing the family jewels. Which I’m not bothered by, having now seen him naked I can honestly say, no kinky outfit compares to his naked body. He's even wearing the cuffs and necktie! “You look hot,” I smirk as I continue to check him out. My eyes dip down to admire his sexy, muscular legs and for a moment I remember the way they were wrapped around me last night. He grima
I hold Sebastian’s hand tight to the point I fear I’ll crush it, but I still don’t relax my hold. I’ve never told a soul any of this, and if he reacts how I think he will, then this will be the last time I ever get to touch him. The moment I said I killed my family, I felt it. I felt the dread and the fear creeping over him. He can say what led to my curse changes nothing, but it changes everything. It did for me. “What do you mean you killed your family?” He slowly asks, managing more composure than I expected. I take in a deep breath and brace myself to relieve a past I’ve long tried to forget, “I was born in 1711 in what you might know to be called the Kingdom of Ankole, which is now part of Uganda.” His eyes widen in surprise “You don’t sound like you’re from Uganda.” “How many people do you know from Uganda?” I ask, raising my eyebrow. “Um… just you. I just mean you don’t have that kind of African accent.” “There’s no such thing as an African accent. Africa is a continent c
~1739~ I stumble home, barely feeling the earth beneath my feet as I take each step. The air is cool and crisp waking up my inebriated senses as I listen to the sounds of the insects. I look up as the stars twinkle above me, the perfect accompaniment to the bright light of the crescent moon, the only source of light in the darkness of the night. My brows knit together as I look upon the moon, looking as though it’s frowning down at me. I wave my hand dismissively at it as I continue home. As I approach the sanctuary of my home, I hear rustling coming from the forest. I quickly spin to my left while trying to keep myself standing. I shouldn’t have had so much to drink. I squint my eyes and focus on the dark figure staggering out of the forest. I reach the shabby fence around my home and grab the nearest sharp object and hold it, ready to fend off whatever is coming towards me, but as it gets closer, the light of the moon reveals the figure and has me freezing in shock. “Mother?” I wh
After getting changed into some respectable clothes, Sebastian and I begin walking from the palace down through the streets of Atlesper. His mother’s guards Hector and Danaë are acting as our escorts, following from a respectable distance behind us. Since Cole and Andromeda were killed, Sebastian has been left with no bodyguards, and given current events, I don’t think that’s wise. His mother instructed her guards to protect Sebastian and assured them she would stay close to the King in the meantime so that his guards can watch over them both. Obviously, the kingdom has many guards, but being an elite guard seems to be a high and prestigious honour that only a few are put into a position of. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Sebastian’s hand twitching and I can sense he’s dying to hold mine. Given this morning’s events and the fact I promised to try, I take pity on him and reach out interlocking my fingers with his, feeling jolts of electricity shoot up my arm that bring with the
“When did you learn to speak Greek?” He asks with great interest. “Roughly a century ago. Every few years I try to learn a new language, I figure it would come in handy,” I shrug. “Certainly worked in my favour,” he smiles, “The way you spoke to that little girl was adorable. I had no idea you could be such a softy,” he says playfully. “I guess I have a soft spot for children. I’ve always envied their innocent view of the world. I’d give anything to have that back,” I sigh. “Do you miss it?” He asks with deep sympathy in his voice. “Miss what?” I ask in confusion. “Being human. I can’t miss it because I was never human, but you were,” he says sympathetically. I take in a deep breath as I process the weight of that question, “Every single day. I took my human life and everyone in it for granted. I’d give anything to have it back and undo the past, but I can’t. Then again, if none of this happens I never would have met you,” I admit. Sebastian gives me a warm smile, “So, despite
Waking up this morning was the most peaceful I’ve ever felt. Not even when I was human can I recall waking up excited for the day. I spent so many years having no one to confide in and no one to unburden myself to, that I always believed it would be that way. Then Sebastian swims into my life and turns everything topsy-turvy. I thought he’d run from me in disgust once he knew the depths of my depravity, but he didn’t. He embraced my darkness and chose me anyway. I don’t think I’ll ever deserve to have someone like Sebastian in my life, but I can honestly say meeting him has changed my world. After dressing for the day, I make my way down to the kitchen, where as usual, the staff are busy preparing food for the suite. “Good morning, Lemuel,” they greet me warmly. I smile at the room, “Good morning everyone,” I say as I take my usual seat at the counter. “What are you in the mood for this morning?” Theodosios asks while polishing some silverware. “I think I’m in the mood for someth