𝒱𝒶𝓂𝓅𝒾𝓇ℯ 𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸ℯ ଼࿔

- passing out he slumped to the floor.

- came in quick bursts as if his body had a mind of its own, no need for breathing, no need for panic, and yet he lost control of every part of himself he had gathered over the years. One last intake of breath came out as a strangled cry before darkness took him over, -

- decades of being gone.

A thousand questions ran through his mind as he tried to focus, the world around him blurring in and out for a moment. Any answers he came up with only burned into his soul like fire, circulating through his veins and leaving a charred bile taste in his mouth. His breath -

- inside, he hurled himself to the sink, pale hands grasping it as he stared at himself in the mirror.

It wasn’t the eighteen hundreds. He was still two hundred years old, give or take a few years, and there was absolutely no way in hell the love of his life had come back to life after -

- pounding as if he were still alive. The glass in his hand fell to the ground, body suddenly weak with shock as glass shattered, sounding as if from another world.

“I’m sorry, so sorry,” he said quickly to the bartender before jumping to his feet and making a run to the bathroom.

Rushing -

- as it tended to take him back to a place he tried to keep buried when he was out like this. Yet when his eyes lifted to take in the man’s face, his heart nearly exploded.

The stolen blood pumping in his veins rushed through his body in a way it had only done for one other person, heart -

- littered with lipstick stains by the end of the night.

Perched at the bar in with his favorite cologne on, a mixture of vanilla and roses, he hadn’t expected his whole world to come crashing down.

Cool azure hues had trailed themself over a man for a change, something he didn’t do often -

- in a pair of tight black jeans that showed off the curve of his ass and slender muscular legs, leading down to his leather loafers. A pale blue button up that flared slightly called back to his days as royalty, unbuttoned enough to show off a bit of his chiseled chest, one he might hope to have -

- one had its ups and downs, mostly the latter unless it was a good day, but those were very few and far between. If he could forget how much of a monster he was for only a few hours, maybe that would heal the lost parts of himself. It was that which brought him out to the bar tonight, dressed -

- hundred years, and other days he could recall the way swords and sweat curled into pine and lust just like it was yesterday.

The years changed into decades, bringing new trends and forcing him to accommodate himself into whatever whims the kids were into those days. Forever stuck at twenty -

Finding solace was never easy for one racked with guilt and grief, a kind that settled down into whatever soul he had left and made itself home there. Years had passed so antagonizing slow and yet so quickly like a blink of an eye. Some days it was hard to believe he had been dead for almost two -

Perhaps to one like yourself who lends herself to such things.

Something like that…though the daylight won’t remove the dark stains upon my soul.

- night that the man would be staying in the castle with them in the guest quarters. He would have arrived earlier today to get settled in and then brought from the castle to the gardens.

- forward to speak with their visitor. From where he was, all he could see was a large man with green hair. Odd. He hadn’t seen that color before, but from what he understood the swordsman was from a far away land. Sanji knew from listening in on his brothers’ conversation last night that the -

- from his daydreams. He waited until he heard the sound of it stop to push off the tree, gaze watching the opening of the guardian for signs of his new trainer.

Tucking his hands into his pockets, he rocked back on the heels of his boots, watching as the guards turned. One of them stepped -

- grey riding pants and shoes completed his outfit. His shoulder length blond hair was pulled back in a low ponytail, wisps of his bangs covering his right eye unless he brushed it out of the way.

The sound of hooves and his father’s carriage interrupted his relaxation, pulling him -

- from the belt around his waist, cool steel wrapped in a pastel blue hilt, where the rest of his clothing was more formal. He wore a soft yellow top with golden beading and buttons adorning along the fabric in intricate patterns with lace spilling from the neck and wrists.

A pair of dark -

- watch the smoke billow up from his lips into round circles as he curled his lips into such shapes. A soft giggle escaped him, fingers flicking the remains of his cigarette into a nearby metal can.

Today was his first day of learning how to properly use a sword. It stood out hanging from -

- feeding beautiful ladies grapes.

Only a few royal guards stood watch in the distance to ensure the prince didn’t attempt to leave the gardens or ditch out on his upcoming training.

He took pleasure in the soft brushes of the wind, the smell of nature all around him, eyes opening to -

- blood of the living to survive. If anything was to be celebrated, it was that. His life wouldn’t be all roses and parties of course, he had a duty to fulfill, but for now he could dream of his fingers upon a maiden’s waist as he twirled around the ballroom and of picnics in the garden -

- bringing with it promises of life and birth, of dinner parties and romance, things that he looked forward to every year. Things would be a bit different this season, however, his brothers having received their change. Only he remained untouched by darkness, the only one not needing the -

- in the soft winds just beneath them. Stone walkways surrounded by flowers opened up to a vast field where Sanji Vinsmoke enjoyed the sound of birds chirping nearby and silence otherwise given that he was one of the few living beings on the premises.

Spring was here in all its glory, -

- through his system. It was a pleasant day, the sky a clear blue and boasting of just enough cloud cover to break up the endless cerulean.

The sun shown down upon the gardens, encouraging the roses to bloom along the hedges. Bright yellow buttercups, baby blue lilies and white yarrow danced -

Warm sunlight cascaded down upon the young prince through tree limbs, scattered in golden speckles across his clothing as he leaned back against the willow tree. Azure hues closed as he inhaled the last remnants of his cigarette, enjoying the way it filled his lungs with nicotine that buzzed -

Goo Goo Dolls – Iris [Official Music Video] [4K Remaster] YouTube video by Goo Goo Dolls

“Iris”

- Goo Goo Dolls

~ 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘦
'𝘊𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥
𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨'𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯
𝙄 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 ~

Flashback storyline with @cursedblade.bsky.social