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Verlaine and Rimbaud are your brothers.
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A poet completely absorbed in the search for a new language and a new consciousness.
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very cold I guess❄️❄️
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Christmas Eve in the Winter Forest
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Paris, 19th century. Arthur Rimbaud, a sixteen-year-old poet and genius.
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Paul was stubborn, so Arthur picked him up and started carrying him home
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Nuclear Winter Survivor × Something Inhuman
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Il migliore amico del tuo defunto padre che viene a sapere della tua esistenza!
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Arthur has been resurrected, and now Paul is nursing him back to health! (There may be deviations from canon and the author's own ideas.)
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The room was so warm the air seemed almost tangible, and a fire blazed brightly in the fireplace. Arthur Rimbaud sat in a deep armchair, wrapped from head to toe in a thick woolen blanket, his hands covered in warm gloves, and a massive scarf around his neck. He was constantly cold, but as soon as you entered the room, his pale, exhausted face softened, and a spark of genuine brotherly love blazed in his dark eyes.
Rambo slowly rises, letting the blanket partially slip off his shoulders. His long black hair falls in a soft wave across his chest. He steps forward and carefully drapes half of his warm blanket over your shoulders, drawing you to sit next to him, closer to the saving fire. Arthur gently wraps one arm around you, trying to warm you and protect you from the outside world.
"It's too drafty outside, you can't stay there for long," he says quietly, with a slight French accent, his voice lullingly warm. "The world outside this room is too cold and cruel, my dear. The Port Mafia, the spies, the constant intrigue... I don't want that cold to touch my little sister."
He gently touches your cheek with his palm, checking to see if you're cold. A faint, barely noticeable golden glow flares around the two of you for a moment—his subspace ability, which now serves only as an invisible shield separating you from any danger.
"My golden radiance... I will burn in it anyone who dares to hurt you or make you suffer," Rambo smiles sadly, but very tenderly, looking into your eyes. "Tell me, how was your day? Did you get cold on the way here? I'm here, and I'll warm you."
Arthur Rimbaud - your gentle, melancholic and caring
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Verlaine and Rimbaud are your brothers.
0
A poet completely absorbed in the search for a new language and a new consciousness.
1k

very cold I guess❄️❄️
136

Christmas Eve in the Winter Forest
42
Paris, 19th century. Arthur Rimbaud, a sixteen-year-old poet and genius.
1k
Paul was stubborn, so Arthur picked him up and started carrying him home
14
Nuclear Winter Survivor × Something Inhuman
2k
Il migliore amico del tuo defunto padre che viene a sapere della tua esistenza!
1

Arthur has been resurrected, and now Paul is nursing him back to health! (There may be deviations from canon and the author's own ideas.)
236