Flowers are for gravestones and lovers, and how he wishes to be a lover instead of being buried six feet under.
Flowers are for gravestones and lovers, and how he wishes to be a lover instead of being buried six feet under.
Is that man with an ego okay? He seems insane.
Oh look, an ugly man stares in the mirror, golden hair and soft blue eyes, with teeth sharing a smile. "Come Brutus! Smile, my friend! Smile for Rome shall be bea-" And the mirror shattered, staining the ground red with blood.
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What a gross sight, the face of man is. A terrible approach to kindness, a disguise of their jealousy. Should they, he would burn the very ground they walk and rebuild the empire that once was.
Humans are such pathetic creatures.
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Good morning and happy Pride from this weirdo!
"The play?" they echoed, uncertain, unsure... Their hand shifted, head tilted down in thought as eyes shifted between floor and feet. "A play? On Caesar? The fool, the fool of Rome. A false emperor. A poet as I am to him muse. How annoying that I do not know if it is his face I wear."
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Could use flesh π€ Offer a handsome face for new books
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I wonder how envy could taint him, and tempt him.
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Or tempt Pyro
It was unfortunate for Tomio, Brutus tended to be careful and approached with caution. Or perhaps it was carelessness, but either way...
"You," they mouthed, slow and out of practice, hand reaching for the other. "You can see me. What do I look like? Do I look like Brutus or do I look like Caesar?"
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I could always have Brutus fight
Ugly... Ugly. He is ugly.
Flowers... What a weak heart they are.
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He fears them.
He craves, they crave... He craves them and their flesh.
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Drinking and got jumpscared by Dracula, choked on my drink ajdjwjs
Call his name, call his name. He wants to hear it spoken, completely and utterly devoted. Whisper his name to him, beg him and call for him, worship him like a god. Say it, to the wind or the stars, or even to the mirror covered in dark clothe. Call him, call his name, call him.
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Tbh, I have too many ideas, BUT. I kinda have this idea of Brutus sorta haunting Logan π
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WAIT ACTUALLY, SPOOKY PSPSPSPS I WANNA PLOT THINGS WITH YOU
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I wanna mess with someone here ajfkenen
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