Stendhal's syndrome/ 18+ Unrequited Artist (ㆆᴗㆆ) Mexican/ Bisexual/ Guess who is lonely and pathetic? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ My favs: Rami Malek, Sebastian Stan, Oscar Isaac & Michael Fassbender/ Dogs before Hoes.
A.N.: I’ve been gone for a whole huh? Sorry about that. But I’m gonna try to update what I do have in my drafts and just… post those. Sorry for the wait! I’ll explain more in a seperate post.
Anyway… yeah, we’re into tiddy milk now.
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His love looked so beautiful feeding their child.
Nursing the very life he dreamed of for centuries, yearned for the moment he laid eyes on you, wished for once he had you in his grasp.
Yes, Doma was very happy.
Doma watched from the doorway with a smile of content, eyes crinkling in the corner from how wide his mouth stretched across his face. He takes in the heart-warming scene of your third-born in your arms, suckling and drinking the milk of their mother. You didn’t seem to notice him, however, as you were too focused on how peaceful and adorable your daughter looked. Like a scene from a book — innocent and tender. Even if she looked like a spitting image of her father — like her brothers — you couldn’t hide your own smile from gracing your tired features nor ignore the blooming love for your newest child.
Everyone fears death. That’s why I eat them. They live on with me forever. I firmly take the believers’ feelings, blood, and flesh… and save them, leading them higher.
