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ghostlytales · 10 months

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Huff-Lamberton Home

Once a family mansion, the property was converted into an orphanage in the 1960s.

Fright-seekers have reported sounds coming from the home, and it’s reported that toys from the orphanage are still stored in the attic.

Visitors can view the grounds from the outside, but it’s not open for tours.

Built in 1858, the Huff-Lamberton mansion was briefly owned by the Huff family and then sold to the Lambertons, who owned the estate for 90 years.

After the Lambertons sold the property, the mansion was converted into an orphanage and later an assisted living facility. It’s rumored that little girls’ voices can still be heard throughout the home’s walls and that the attic, which contains the orphans’ belongings, is explicitly off-limits to any visitors.

Today, the haunted historic home was recently sold, and the planned use for the residence will be to house older adults. While the property is not open for tours, you can marvel at the exterior architecture and grounds at any time.

#Huff-Lamberton Home #paranormal #haunted locations #haunted houses

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jackredfieldwasmyjacob · 8 months

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I love beefing with random men in academia who either are dead or will never know who I am. It enriches the whole experience I think

#robert lamberton you're gonna catch this hands you bastard #and don't get me started on pierre jamot ....

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costumedump · 2 years

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Costumes For Chris Pine As Robert Bruce, Earl Of Carrick, Billy Howle As Edward, Prince Of Wales, And Paul Blair As William Lamberton, Bishop Of St. Andrews

Outlaw King

27th Annual Art Of Motion Picture Costume Design

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#outlaw king #jane petrie #robert the bruce #edward ii #william lamberton #medieval costume #chainmail #art of motion picture costume design #fidm

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movienized-com · 3 months

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Haunted Harmony Mysteries: Murder in G Major (2023)

Haunted Harmony Mysteries: Murder in G Major (2023) #LindaLisaHayter #MarcoGrazzini #TameraMowryHousley #DarraghOToole #AdamFergus #RisteardCooper Mehr auf:

Jahr: 2023 (September) Genre: Mystery Regie: Linda-Lisa Hayter Hauptrollen: Marco Grazzini, Tamera Mowry-Housley, Darragh O’Toole, Adam Fergus, Risteard Cooper, Julie Lamberton … Filmbeschreibung: Die ehemalige Orchesterdirigentin Getsemane Brown zieht nach Irland, um an einem Internat zu unterrichten. Nachdem sie eine musikalische Botschaft entschlüsselt hat, trifft sie auf den Geist eines…

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#Adam Fergus #Darragh O&039;Toole #Hallmark Originals #Julie Lamberton #Linda-Lisa Hayter #Marco Grazzini #Risteard Cooper #Tamera Mowry-Housley

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lxpj7cfjdudtv · 1 year

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ass closeup doggy camgirl private show prostituta dando servicio en publico casada e amigo soldado Egyptian MILF Squirt in My Mouth Screaming Females share the same ramrod in superb back yard clothed porn Ebony babe gets pussy railed Laura Breathplay With PVC Rain Jacket Lucky blowjob The Suspended Step Sis Two Lesbians Licking Hairy Pussies Making Sexual streaptease for my mash on the cam

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scotianostra · 2 months

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On 29th March 1298 William Wallace was knighted and officially made "Guardian of Scotland".

The previous September Wallace and Andrew de Moray achieved a stunning victory at the Battle of Stirling Bridge. The English left with 5,000 dead on the field, including their despised treasurer, Hugh Cressingham, whose flayed skin was said to have been taken as a trophy of victory and to make a belt for Wallace's sword. The Scots suffered one significant casualty,

Andrew de Moray , who was badly wounded and died two months later.

A lot of the detail of this has been lost i time but it is said that the ceremony took place in front of gathered nobles and clergy in the Kirk o’ the Forest, in Selkirk. Wallace was named "Commander of the Army of the Kingdom of Scotland", knighted and made Guardian of Scotland in Balliol's name at the forest kirk, at either Selkirk or Carluke.

Balliol had been humiliated in 1296 when he signed the first treaty of alliance with the French, Edward I had torn the Royal insignia from his clothing earning him the cruel nickname Tomb Tabard, meaning empty coat, but many, Wallace included, still saw him as the rightful King.

It was a remarkable achievement for a mere knight to hold power over the nobles of Scotland. In a medieval world obsessed with hierarchy, Wallace's extraordinary military success catapulted him to the top of the social ladder.

He now guided Scottish policy. Letters were dispatched to Europe proclaiming Scotland's renewed independence and he managed to obtain from the Papacy the appointment of the patriotic Bishop Lamberton to the vacant Bishopric of St Andrews.

Militarily he took the war into the north of England, raiding around Newcastle and wreaking havoc across the north. Contemporary English chroniclers accused him of atrocities, some no doubt warranted, however, in Wallace's eyes the war, since its beginning, by the English, had been marked by brutality and butchery.

The English nobility had been on the edge of civil war with Edward I. They were disgruntled over his wars in France and Scotland, however, faced with the humiliating defeat by the Scots at Stirling Bridge, they united behind him in time for the Battle of Falkirk.

Unfortunately Wallace's army at Falkirk was soundly beaten that July and Scotland fell under Longshanks rule, Sir William Wallace resigned as Guardian and was now the most wanted man in Scotland.

The site where Wallace was made Guardian has long gone, but a geophysics study in 2016 carried out within the ruins of the 18th century Auld Kirk was expected to show traces of its 16th century predecessor. Instead, it revealed the remains of a medieval chapel, pinpointing the spot where Wallace was honoured.

The first pic is from a 1935 pageant at Selkirk reenacting the event, the second is a plaque at Kirk O' The Forest, for all those from the U.S in the Murray aisle of the present building, lie the maternal ancestors of Franklin D Roosevelt the 32nd President

#scotland #scottish #history #sir william wallace #first war of scottish independence

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homeoftone · 4 months

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The latest Jennings Voyager to arrive in stock, similar specs to my last one but this time with humbuckers (Lambertone crema PAFs)

Roasted swamp ash body finished in satin open grain black. Roasted quartersawn maple neck w/rosewood fingerboard and MOP markers, nitrate tort pickguard, Bigsby B5 and roller bridge, Lambertones Crema PAFs, Kluson locking tuners. Handmade by Chad Jennings in Camarillo California

#guitar #guitars #homeoftone #home of tone #guitar photography #guitarphotography #guitargear #boutiqueguitars #boutique guitars #boutique guitar #jenningsguitars #jennings guitars #offset guitar #offsetguitars

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ammonitetestpatterns · 1 year

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porphyry, on the cave of the sea nymphs, translated by robert lamberton, station hill press, 1983.

#porphyry #neoplatonism

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truecrimecrystals · 2 years

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Daniel Lamberton has been missing since January 30th, 2010. The then-39-year-old was last seen in Aiea, Hawaii. On the evening of his disappearance, Daniel and his wife Theresa attended a church service at Farrington High School. The couple drove to the service separately, but met up once they arrived.

Afterwards, Daniel and Theresa left in their respective vehicles at the same time - presumably to go back home. Theresa made it back to their residence in Pearl City, but Daniel never arrived. At some point after leaving the church, Daniel called Theresa twice, but she was driving and missed the calls. When she tried to call back, Daniel did not answer. He has never been seen or heard from again.

Daniel was reported missing the following day. The vehicle he was driving vanished with him, leading many to fear that he had gotten into a car accident and/or had driven off the road. However, on February 2nd, Daniel's car was found abandoned in a parking lot along the north shore in Oahu. The car was locked, and many of Daniel's personal belongings were left inside. There was otherwise no sign of Daniel himself on the scene.

Searches for Daniel were conducted by both professionals and volunteers. Unfortunately, nothing was found. Years have passed, and there is very little information available about the investigation into Daniel's disappearance. Police have given very few updates. There has been a lot of speculation about what might have happened to Daniel, but nothing has ever been confirmed. Still, there are a few prominent theories.

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vgilantee · 2 years

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Soft Focus Fog {Benedict Bridgerton}

Chapter 2 - White Dianthus

benedict bridgerton x fem!reader

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a/n: chapter 2 is finally here! i wrote most of this while dealing with covid which was a whole lot of fun /s. today was also the day chapter 1 was supposed to be posted had tumblr not broken and posted it four weeks early (no i won't stop complaining about that) (i don't post prev chapter links anymore, so head to the masterlist linked below for all other chapters and content!)

the painting/s described are Miss Catherine Tatton (1786 by Thomas Gainsborough) and London: Interior of Rotunda at Ranelagh (1754 by Canaletto). i don't know when the artworks joined the public collection but they're gorgeous paintings so...

warnings: n/a

pronouns: she/her

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as a flower, the white dianthus was used as a symbol of pure affection

You were sat in the drawing-room after breakfast reading, keeping your aunt company as she worked on a needlepoint when the doors were pushed open, and in rushed Edith, travelling cloak still on her shoulders. Your aunt quickly stood to meet her daughter halfway, pulling her into a hug. As Lucia leaned back to properly look at her daughter’s face, you could see just how much Edith had grown to look like her mother. It had been years since you had seen your younger cousin and you were in awe of the beautiful young lady she had become. She had the nose and jaw of her father - features that you, yourself had from the Lamberton blood you shared - but her frame and eyes were her mother’s. Edith’s smile was something else though, something entirely her own, and it pulled together what she had been given by her parents to complete her beauty.

“Mother!” Edith laughed out as she was pulled back into a hug. “I have only been gone three months.”

“I know, my dear, but I have missed you.” Lucia brought a hand to Edith's cheek and looked at her softly. “Am I not allowed to miss my child, the only one still living in the same home as I? Cherish these days before you should wed?” Edith tilted her head as she rolled her eyes, and in that action, she finally saw you.

“Cousin!” You had barely placed your book down when Edith skipped the final step and jumped to hug you with a laugh. “It has been too long!” Your arms wrapped around her, joining her in her soft laughter. When she pulled away, one of her dark curls fell onto her face, and she attempted to blow it away.

“I have missed you too.” Edith stepped back completely and properly adjusted her hair, and you flattened down your dress that creased from Edith’s excitement to hug you. “You have grown so tall and beautiful! The gentlemen shall be tripping over each other for a dance with you this season.” She looked down, avoiding eye contact with you as you complimented her.

“All this excitement, I could hear it from my office.” Both you and Edith quickly turned to look at the door where the new voice came from and there stood - with his tie slightly loosened - was your uncle. Edith bounced once on the balls of her feet before moving quickly to the other side of the room to her father.

The man, who was normally known for being formal and proper, let out a loud laugh and hugged his daughter, lifting her off her feet slightly as he did.

After returning her to her feet, Lucia walked over to join her husband and daughter, and you sat back down on the sage lounge. You continued to read, as to not listen in on their reunion too closely, feeling it was a moment for the family to share alone. Though you heard snippets; Lucia asking that her brother and his wife had treated Edith well, questions about how it was in southern France, and various questions about her studies.

A loud clap brought you out of your book and you looked up to see Walter with his hands together in front of him.

“Now, how about you beautiful ladies change shoes and we go to the park for a picnic?” He placed one hand on the back of his wife’s back and turned to Edith. “And if you wish, you can change from the dress you have travelled in, of course. I shall go down to the kitchen and see if they have any foods appropriate for a picnic to bring with us.”

Parasol resting on your shoulder to hide you from the sun, you walked beside Edith who had her hand looped through your arm. Though the social season had not yet begun, there were still many families who were enjoying the warming spring weather and picnicking or walking through the park. You followed behind Walter and Lucia, who seemed to have a very specific place in mind.

“Do you think you should like to marry this season?” The conversation always came back to that. It was not surprising - the topic was the reason you were in London after all - but you hoped that people would quickly tire of asking you about it.

“If I meet a man who is my perfect compliment, who I could imagine loving for the rest of my days, then maybe I will.” Beside you, Edith hummed. “But I am in no rush to find that man. I do not mind if it takes me another five seasons to find him, or if I never find him at all. I should rather be happy and unwed than married to a man I do not and can not love.” You knew that your opinions on marriage were radical and considered strange by many, but still being unwed at twenty-four was also considered very strange to those same many, so you did not mind.

There was a lapse of silence as Edith thought about your words before she gave your bicep a light squeeze. Her head turned to look at you, and one of her curls fell in front of her shoulder.

“I hope you find happiness, cousin. And are lucky enough to find companionship with someone you love.” As she turned back, you leaned over and pressed an appreciative kiss to the side of her head.

Before her family moved to London, you had been very close with your cousin. Though six years your junior, you were both the youngest daughters of your families and quickly fell into spending time together. (Though her other option for a cousin to spend time with at the time was your then three-year-old brother Edward, it worked out well for the both of you.) Then, when you were eleven and Edith was five, she moved away, only seeing each other at family events, and almost never in London.

You had remained close through letters, and still cared for her deeply, viewing her more as a sister than a cousin, and you were overjoyed with being able to spend more time with her.

On top of a small hill by the creek, you watched your uncle take a slow turn with his hands on his hips before he gave a nod toward Lucia and held out his hand. By the time you and Edith had made your way toward them, the picnic blanket had been laid out with two wicker baskets sitting in the centre.

“A wonderful spot for a picnic, wouldn’t you agree, my love?” Lucia, with help from Walter, carefully sat on the blanket, tucking her dress neatly around her.

“I would. A marvellous choice, dear.” Walter carefully sat down beside his wife, moving to open the closer basket. You and Edith took your places opposite them, helping unpack the other basket and lay out the platters of food.

There wasn’t a large spread of food - small sandwiches and sweet pastries - as the picnic was more to spend time in the warming weather and converse with your family. So it was not long until the food was all but consumed, shortly after the sun had drifted past its highest point. The servingware was being packed away when your attention was pulled away.

“Edith!” It seemed, through your brief interactions with Eloise Bridgerton, that she was a young lady who operated at one volume, and that was a loud excitement.

Upon noticing her friend, Edith quickly rose to her feet with an excited laugh. The young ladies walked toward each other with their hands extended, and when they finally met in the middle, they took each other by the hand. Behind the uniting friends, you saw the rest of the Bridgertons continuing to walk in the direction of your picnic.

Though you had never met the family (outside of your meeting of Eloise the previous night), you had of course heard about the large Bridgerton family. Eight children named in alphabetical order of birth, four young ladies and four young lords, all under the dutiful care of their widowed mother. But hearing about a large yet close family such as theirs, and seeing it was another matter entirely.

While Eloise happily reunited with Edith, two more young ladies of similar age walked toward the pair, and a young boy and girl acted as though they weren’t making jabs at each other behind their mother. Your aunt and uncle, who had also moved to their feet, were talking to the mother who had reached the end of the picnic blanket. And finally, lingering behind them all, was three young men, brothers holding a conversation among themselves.

Upon realising that you were the only one left sitting, you followed suit and stood, readjusting your bonnet and flattening the back of your skirt. Edith’s head whipped in your direction and motioned for you to join her conversation.

“Eloise tells me you met last week, cousin.” Edith spoke when you were no more than a step away. “In a fashion very fitting of her, might I add.” Eloise gently nudged Edith in the arm as the other two women covered their mouths with gloved hands, attempting to hide their laughter.

“I did meet her, yes.” You sent a soft smile toward the mentioned lady, laughing lightly as she huffed. “It was very memorable. In the best way possible, do not worry, Miss Eloise.” She rolled her eyes with a laugh.

“I’m glad. Now if you two of you would stop giggling, I should like to introduce you.” They dropped their hands away from their faces, but kept smiling with thinly hidden laughs. “These are my sisters, Daphne and Francesca. Our youngest sister Hyacinth is over there with our youngest brother.” As you turned to look again at the youngest children, your eyes caught on those of one of the brothers. Upon realising that your eyes had met, the corner of his mouth flicked up and you felt a warmth rise to your cheeks. Quickly, you moved your attention back to the ladies.

“It is lovely to meet you both.” After a short curtsey exchange, the five of you fell into easy conversation, discussing details of Edith’s time away. The conversation did, however, quickly moved to the excitement of both Daphne and Edith making their societal debut in the upcoming season.

“I think your uncle is requiring your attention, Miss [Y/N].” Daphne raised her hand gently and you turned to follow the direction of Daphne’s point and see the three adults turned to look toward you, Walter with his hand outstretched.

“Excuse me for a moment.” You nodded your head to each lady in turn before walking over to join their conversation. As you walked toward the adults, your eyes again found their way to the Bridgerton brothers. Just as you reached your destination and looked away, you caught the movement of the same brother as he turned to you.

“This is the Dowager Duchess Violet Bridgerton.” You curtsied to Violet, and she mirrored the action, though not as deeply. “Lady Bridgerton, my niece, Miss [Y/N] Lamberton.”

“A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lady Bridgerton.” Violet smiled, eyes creasing tenderly. You noted that although her face carried soft creases of age, most of the deeper lines came from her smile.

“And you, Miss Lamberton. Have you been enjoying your time here in London thus far?” Her tone was warm, genuinely curious as to how you had found the city she called home.

“I have. It has been good exploring some of the places I visited as a child. And finding new places as well. Much has changed, as have I, and it is nice to explore those changes.” Violet hummed at your words. There was a slight pause in conversation, and it was clear that the Lady Bridgerton was trying to avoid asking the topic on everyone’s lips; why you were still unwed and if you were going to find a husband this season.

“Perhaps we may find time for you and your family to join us for some tea before the season begins.” Though Violet was talking to you at the beginning of the question, it was posed toward Lucia.

“We may not find time before the season begins, but I should like to try. That sounds lovely, Lady Bridgerton.” Your aunt then asked Violet if Daphne had decided on what dress she was going to wear to the Danbury ball, and you were grateful for the complete conversation change.

The following day, you left the Lamberton house with only Eleanor for company, leaving to allow Edith to spend the day with her parents. They had offered you the use of their smaller carriage for the day, and took it to one of the local art galleries.

“Would you like me to join you inside, Miss?” Eleanor asked as the footman helped you down. She stood by the carriage and waited as you adjusted your lace cap before handing you a blue-stained leather notebook with a charcoal pencil wrapped on the front.

“No, thank you, Eleanor. I should be quite alright on my own.” You turned to address the footman as well. “You are free to further explore London if you wish. I should be ready to return home in five hours. Half past four, I believe.” Both the footman and Eleanor nodded and you turned to make your way up the few stairs and into the gallery.

The gallery itself was made of one large building broken into four long rooms, each filled with paintings across the walls. Each room had a dotted row of plus benches to sit on and properly observe the art.

After a slow lap around the first of the large rooms, you finally decide on the first painting to take a closer look at.

The blue of the young woman’s hat drew you in, the baby blue eye-catching against the white of her wedding dress and the dark greens of the background. She was beautiful, you thought as you described the strong directions of the brush strokes.

You tilted your head to the side, tongue poking between your lips as you thought of the word to describe the painted woman’s hair.

“Most people do not come to the gallery to write, but I imagine doing it while standing is difficult.” The voice quickly distracted you from your word hunt. Stood beside you, eyes on the portrait, was the Bridgerton brother who had caught your eyes the previous day.

“Writing while standing is no skill, Mister Bridgerton.” You closed the journal, with the pencil tucked between the pages. “As for what I am writing, I find describing paintings in words to be an enjoyable exercise. Good practice as well.” You tried not to stare at him as you spoke, but he had captured all of your attention.

“Interesting. Maybe it is something I should like to try one day.” Finally, he looks at you with a light smirk. “Is that all that brings you to the gallery alone today?” It was not unusual for you to explore an art gallery alone while at home, and you had forgotten that it was something that may have been considered more improper in London. But you enjoyed the solitude and the ability to take your time at each artwork. He tilted his head as he asked, smirk seemingly permanent on his face.

“I wanted to get out of the house today, leave my cousin to spend it with her parents.” He nodded, understanding the importance of spending time alone with family.

“Would you be opposed to my company for the rest of your time here?” You thought for a moment, while he stood with his arm offered to you.

“If you tell me your name, then I will accept your offer.” You shifted your weight to one foot, smirking at him. He shook his head with a light laugh, and you carefully looked over his features with his focus away from you. There was something in his smile and laugh that was contagious. It made you feel safe and happy, wanting to mirror his energy.

“It seems as though you already know it.” His eyes easily met yours, and although his smile had dropped, you would still see it in his eyes.

“I only know your family name, and if we are to spend time together, I should like to know which Bridgerton you are.” You brought your hands together in front of you, head tilted encouraging his answer.

“Benedict, my lady. Benedict Bridgerton.” Benedict held out his hand, palm upturned, and when you placed your hand on his, he bent down to brush a kiss. You barely felt his lips as they barely touched the back of your gloved hand, but you did feel the distracting warmth of his hand.

“A pleasure. I am [Y/N] Lamberton.” He dropped your hand, standing back to his full height, once again offering him your arm. This time, you placed your hand on his forearm, turning together to move on to another painting.

At each painting, you stopped for a moment and discussed details of it together and you quickly learned that Benedict was an artist. Though you enjoyed describing details of paintings in writing, he had a way of describing technique and colour that showed practice and a deeper appreciation that only comes from someone who has spent hours in front of a canvas fighting with a brush.

“What do you think they are discussing?” You would admit that some of the conversation focused less on the technique and more on the lives of the subjects within the paintings. Benedict was pointing at a group of four, two gentlemen and two ladies, at the front of the painting.

“They seem to be admiring that gentleman’s lengthy sword.” Benedict snorted - though he tried to cover it - and looked at you with an incredulous look. You smirked, not looking at him, and he continued to try and hide his laugh.

“It is a very impressive sword. She definitely seems to be appreciating it.” Raising your journal in front of your mouth to hide your laugh, you turned away from Benedict. As you turned, you noticed the clock hanging on the far wall.

“Oh goodness, is it already after half four?” The question is directed more at yourself, but when you look back at Benedict, he is taking out his pocket watch. After a short confirmation from him, you took your hand from his arm, already taking some skirt to make a rushed leave.

“I had a very lovely time with you today, Benedict. Thank you for your company.” With one hand, you lift your skirt to curtsey before walking quickly out of the gallery to a waiting cart and Eleanor.

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#benedict bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton x you #benedict bridgerton x y/n #bridgerton x reader #bridgerton x you #bridgerton x y/n #char writes #soft focus fog series

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rynfinity · 11 months

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Lamberton

#blog needs pretty things

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stellarsolarisblog · 1 year

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Dragostea ta arde ca răsăritul soarelui (Valentin Rusmanov x F!OC) Chapter 2. Prolonged Exposure

There was a lot to be said about Valentin Rusmanov. There were those who genuinely believed he was a god like his brothers were. They marveled at his strength, speed, resistance to all vampiric banes, the things he has endured and worse of all, caused to others.

Though they all tried to become his friend, gain access to his inner circle, many did so out of fear more so than mere friendship. Of course, there was the aspect of status and prestige that came with affiliation of this nature. Being invited to his events was the most common start, if not by proxy. “A friend of a friend”, if you will.

Valentin knew all of this very well. He didn’t miss the hitched breaths, the sharp inhales, the straightening of backs and squaring of the shoulders as he walked into a room. In fact, he found it a bit ridiculous when it was done in his own home.

Did they really think he will be impressed? He did have the trained ability most didn’t. He knew how to appear interested and momentarily smitten by the frivolous tales spoken by social climbers, if only until something more interesting caught his attention.

Nobody could deny that he was always a sight to behold. And this didn’t come entirely naturally. Valentin was sure of his looks, his charisma and his position. This didn’t mean he didn’t spend hours picking the perfect suit for any occasion – yes, his chosen theme was black and white formal. But he was the host! Why shouldn’t he dazzle by appearing in red?

Lamberton was luckily there to stealthily coerce his master into a more appropriate decision.

“Sir, isn’t this a bit too loud?” He started, cautiously. “Perhaps a crimson shirt and a black suit?”

Despite all their time together, Lamberton still remained professional. He has seen his master upset on sparse occasions, he did not need that rage directed to him.

“As always, your recommendations fail to disappoint me. Please bring out the Brioni.” Valentin replied, already undoing the buttons on his current attire.

As he waited for Lamberton to locate the expensive suit, he poured himself a glass of rare and old bourbon he acquired and brought out only for special events.

One of the many stocks he had invested in has surpassed even the most generous estimate, meaning he was getting richer and richer with each day.

He never understood why his darling brothers never took him as an example on how to live forever. He had an obnoxiously large mansion, everything that touched him in any way was of the highest quality; from drinks, Bliss, clothing, even sheets he lay in. He was unbothered for the most part, treated with high respect as he deserved and most importantly; he didn’t answer to anyone. No master, no army to command, nothing he didn’t have to right to alter of simply refuse.

No, they had to choose senseless violence. They chose misery and eternal suffering, and for what? Valentin sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. Because they lost all that mattered to them. He reminded himself.

In truth, he never understood the last thought. To tie yourself to only one person forever was denying yourself freedom. Valeri could never fully think for himself, so it made sense to Valentin that he had a woman tell him when to inhale and when to exhale. Not that he spent any time with them after they transcended mortality and distanced themselves from the occasional Rusmanov family dinners back home.

Alexandru and Ilyana were truly made for each other. Both were insane, bloodthirsty and sadistic. Valentin, being Valentin, asked his brother one night after a hearty helping of Țuică, how they get on in the bedroom if they're both the ones giving pain rather than reciving.

This was also the night where Valentin was almost murdered for mentioning Ilyana's name in such a context.

Despite this, Valentin did spend time with the couple. He was invited to many celebrations, dinners or simple family time, as mundane as it sounds.

Then Ilyana was killed, Alexandru became who he has always been beneath the surface and Valentin has distanced himself. He will never admit it, but this was the perfect excuse.

The truth hurt Valentin to verbalize; the domestic dynamic between them was sometimes alienating to the youngest Rusmanov. He pretended not to see or notice, but he did. In modern terms, he was the third wheel. In Valentin’s terms, he was reminded of his loneliness.

Sure, he didn’t feel like giving up his hedonistic luxuries, though sometimes he would allow himself to imagine putting on his usual show with a gorgeous woman who clung to him like a magnet. He excused such thoughts as pure vanity, he would never admit the pain in his chest when he imagined somebody looking at him with open love. He wondered if these thoughts would have ever occurred had he not spent so much time with Alexandru and Ilyana.

His glass now devoid of liquor, Lamberton returned with the Brioni. Even for Valentin’s standards, this was immaculate. Lamberton took the liberty of selecting a crimson, silk dress shirt and presented it to his master who only nodded in approval.

The butler left to give his master the privacy to change. When he did, Valentin took a long look in the mirror. His expression was unreadable, though a bit melancholic. He straightened all the fine details and checked the inner left pocket, smiling as Lamberton remembered to stock it with Bliss laced cigarettes Valentin enjoyed.

He took the liberty of lighting one, or two. He had time before the party started. As all of his events, it will be a cacophony of classical music paired with the wonderful screams of terror and torment, provided by the usual entertainment; human suffering.

It always helped that he was more connected than the subway system of New York. He had agents everywhere looking for the next unlucky victims. There was never a shortage, he never disappointed.

Of course, there were always those so eager to feel some power that they would subject willingly to vampiric torture with the promise of eternal freedom. Valentin didn’t know if he should feel prideful or sorry for the poor souls. Not that he would pay them that much mind, anyways.

From what he was assured by one of such agents, the party will be an amusing one. He was slightly offended by the tone as it assumed his over events were not amusing, but he gave the whelp a chance. After all, he lived for carnal pleasures and a chance to experience a new type of high was always welcome.

#valentin rusmanov #fanfic #department nineteen #d19 #oc

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colinmorgangirlfan · 2 years

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Ho unito in un collage questi primi piani di Carol Lamberton on Pinterest

#colinmorgan

#wehuntogether