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I need to stop rage baiting but …
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The voice of his lover calling him back. “What happened?”

He swallows hard. It does not come easy to him to share his burdens. But Damen is his. There is no world in which they do not find each other. So he tells him, voice raspy and guttural.

“It was Laurent.”

#capri #captiveprince #caprific
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“Laurent.”

Warm brown hands cup his face, forcing his gaze away from the mirror. Laurent blinks through the haze; finds himself again in the concerned face of his lover.

“Sweetheart, look at me.” Damen’s command is sharp. Laurent leans on it, lets the barb of it ground him.
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and revulsion pitching him forward until pain lances down his arm, his knuckles crushed against broken glass.

“Laurent!”

His reflection-self is gone.

All that Laurent can see is his real self, collapsed on the carpet, his chest heaving and his bloody hand pressed over his heart.
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Watches as his mirror self thrashes, blood gushing down his body, his ribcage in shattered pieces. There, in the middle, he watches his own heart pump, slowing now, black sludge oozing from it.

Laurent cries out in horror, reaching out for the mirror, fear
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chest.

But his own, real chest is still whole. Pale and intact and clothed in a sheer sleeping blouse.

Another lance of pain sends him toppling, screaming, convinced his nerves are being pulled one by one from his body.

On his knees, Laurent looks up through his curtain of hair.
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How silly to get so worked up.

As that thought crosses his mind, the chest of his reflection-self is quite suddenly cleaved in two.

Laurent gasps, a high-pitched whine of pain crawling out of his throat as white-hot fire lights his body up from the inside out. He looks down, scrabbling at his
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transforms, bringing him face to face with a full length mirror.

Puzzled, he tilts his head and considers his reflection. He’s wraith-like with a halo of burnished gold hanging around his shoulders.

He relaxes incrementally. He must’ve caught a glimpse of himself in the reflection.
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And yet, he can’t stop himself. He drifts toward the movement, his footfalls soundless across plush carpets. As he moves, darkness presses in on him, cold and apathetic to the heartbeat high in his throat.

Laurent steps through a slice of moonlight. In the space of a blink the shapeless darkness
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shuts the window with a firm click and turns back towards his warm bed.

But something catches his eye. A hint of movement, right at his periphery. Immediately, he knows he shouldn’t follow his curiosity. He knows that the deepest part of the night is when the monsters come out to play.
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That’s strange. Laurent is sure he had closed it before retiring to bed. He slips out of the sheets and pads across to the room to corral the fluttering curtains. The sky is starless tonight, as black as an onyx. Laurent looks out across the dark grass briefly before he
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Ficlet 1 || gothic vibes + lamen

Laurent wakes suddenly, his heartbeat tripping over itself, every muscle in his body taut.

The manor is silent. Pitch black, but for the white hue of the moon streaming through the open window, its pale fingers climbing across the floorboards.
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It filters through to me and I’m easily rage baited so here I am enraged for no reason when I could just be writing them making out … silly gia
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I don’t even remember posting this sometimes I just be saying stuff for a laugh
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He’s my son I love him so much
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Jean Moreau I think of you everyday #aftg #jeanmoreau
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The girls (rwrb and heated rivalry) are fighting meanwhile I’m daydreaming about alex and ilya sloppy making out bc if they can’t have henry and shane at least they can have five mins of comfort in each other
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This is EXACTLY what prompted this I went back and watched it again. I love him more and more each time
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posting this here as well. hit me with your hollanov, jerejean, catlaila, andreil, lamen, etc etc etc requests! #capri #aftg #heatedrivalry
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Dude Connor Storrie is so cute omfg
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Ooooooh my goodness the book, especially the sequel is really really really wonderful!!!!!