![]() 1|23 The Countess tended the blood-blossomed menagerie within her antichamber (self portrait .35) ![]() 2|23 The echo of footfalls heightened her flourishing hysteria (self portrait .36) ![]() 3|23 A chivalrous campaign it began, until the entwining thought severed his shielded countenance (self portrait .37) ![]() 4|23 The perception of play never crossed their minds (self portrait .38) ![]() 5|23 The requiem suffocated amidst darkened pools of dust. The congregation never spoke of the night (self portrait .39) ![]() 6|23 "Yes", he replied, enthralled by his conceits. Another acquisition (self portrait .40) ![]() 7|23 …and so she succumbs to the undertow (self portrait .41) ![]() 8|23 Left dry with his private harrowment (self portrait .42) ![]() 9|23 The Words kept him suspended in shadows (self portrait .43) ![]() 10|23 The venery wanes, kissed by his decadence (self portrait .44) ![]() 11|23 …still tethered to the evenings cacophony (self portrait .45) ![]() 12|23 The evanescent embers served as the vestiges of his accomplishments (self portrait .46) ![]() 13|23 "Hush!", he demands attention as he indulges in his hedonistic pursuits (self portrait .47) ![]() 14|23 A flash of emulous scarlet - mission complete (self portrait .48) ![]() 15|23 Confined to his agony, he lulled himself into oblivion (self portrait .49) ![]() 16|23 Attraction; passion; jealousy: instincts she tried to hide (self portrait .50) ![]() 17|23 He would have reached the prognosis long ago were it not for his condition (self portrait .51) ![]() 18|23 Uncaged, yet embraced by the beautiful tension (self portrait .52) ![]() 19|23 Feral tendencies savagely provoked by the smell of warm leather (self portrait .53) ![]() 20|23 The cold murmurs were a feint to conceal her treachery (self portrait .54) ![]() 21|23 He had recognised how well the gentility had obscured the delirium (self portrait .55) ![]() 22|23 They were engaged in an unbridled performance. Behold, the ceremonious rage (self-portrait .56) ![]() 23|23 Even if the ecstasy was a subterfuge; the rapture consumed her as she gasped (self portrait .57)
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