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Angel Heart (1987)
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angel heart | 1987 | dir. alan parker
“They say there's enough religion in the world to make men hate each other, but not enough to make them love.”
#screencaps#angel heart#angel heart 1987#alan parker#Mickey rourke#Lisa bonet#robert de niro#the southern gothic vibes are off the charts
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Louis Cyphre x Reader | 04
You and Louis are in his private garden. You had no idea he had one until he casually mentioned it. You were talking about how much you enjoy spending time in nature, so he suggested visiting his garden. He doesn’t like to talk about it because he believes others will not understand. Besides, he's a little jealous of this private space. He created it because he was actually envious of the Garden of Eden and wanted a place of his own. He enjoys spending time in the garden to relax and take a break from his busy schedule.
Louis is very proud of it and calls it his creation. There are numerous flowers and plants, but they all have share one feature: they are all black. Only a few have purple or crimson hues. He can spend hours explaining the various types of plants, particularly their names.
There are black bat-like Orchids, deep purple bell-shaped tubular Hyacinths, deep dark red Dahlias called Arabian Nights, Blacknights, Black Violets, Queen of the Night Tulips, Black Velvet Petunias, Midnight Ruffles, Primulas, Black Stars or Calla Lilies and other plants that bear names like Diabolo, Black Beauty, Black Coral, Black Prince, Night Embers, but his favourite is the one called Hello Darkness, a darkest Iris with its velvety, purple-black, ruffled flowers.
You think it’s lovely, a little gothic-looking perhaps. But you enjoy listening to Louis rattle off all these extravagant names. He knows a lot of things. However, the almost complete lack of colours creates a sense of melancholy.
“Don’t you like it?”
“No, it's—it’s beautiful, but it’s a little dark for me.”
“I see. Maybe I could add a touch of colour, what do you think?” before you can respond, he snaps his fingers, and more colourful plants and flowers appear from nowhere. You can’t contain your excitement.
“Oh, Louis… thank you! Can I collect them?”
“Of course, honey.”
The sound of heavy footsteps draws your attention; you’re about to turn around, but Louis gently places his hands on your shoulders. “I must leave for a moment. Don’t turn around, okay?” You hesitate for a moment, and he tightens his grip. “It’s for your own good, my love. Collect as many flowers as you want. I’ll be right back.”
You want to peek, but you're a little scared, so you obey him and begin collecting all those colourful flowers. You just had a brilliant idea and giggle in amusement.
Louis walks away to meet the demon who awaits him at the garden’s entrance. He’s in his non-human form and very scary. Louis is irritated by the interruption, but he lets him speak while turning to make sure you’re not looking. He doesn’t want you to get scared.
You keep picking the flowers and carefully intertwining their stems. You hope Louis enjoy this small gift.
“What are you doing?” Louis asks seriously, then immediately regrets it.
You jolt. Actually, you haven’t heard him return. You feel guilty, just like when you were little and made some trouble. You immediately hide your new creation behind your back, hoping he hasn’t already seen it.
“What are you hiding behind your back? What have you done?” he asks, winking.
“It’s a gift. Close your eyes.”
Louis smiles softly and does as you say. You giggle as you put it on his hair.
“You can open them now.” you say, smiling.
Louis opens his eyes, but obviously can’t see it, so he walks over to a small fountain and looks at his reflection. He gasps in surprise and brings his hand to his hair, which is adorned with a colourful flower garland. He’s really delighted with your gift and simply kisses you as he embraces you in his arms. “It’s very beautiful… thank you, my darling!”
“It really fits you, Louis.”
“I have something for you… come.” he says as he walks you through the garden until he finds what he’s looking for. Before you, there are various types of roses. Louis explains that even though they’re called black roses, they’re really just deep, dark shades of crimson, red, or purple, and he tells you that there are no black roses in nature.
“Choose the one you like.”
You’re conflicted about what to choose. They’re all lovely, but you choose the one with the deep red velvety petals and a very dark bud. The foliage is a dark green colour. Its strong smell intoxicates you.
“It’s called Black Magic.”
You reach out to pick it up, but you are stung by the rose’s thorns.
“Ouch!”
Louis takes your finger, a drop of blood falls out, and he sucks the blood from the cut. “You must be careful, honey.” then he takes the rose, removes the thorns, and places it behind your ear.
You go back to the fountain, and reflect yourself in the water.
“You can come here whenever you want, love. If only—” Louis freezes suddenly. Another visitor requests his presence. “Just stay here, okay?” he strokes your cheek with his finger, and you simply nod while staring at your reflection.
Louis sighs deeply as he approaches the newcomer, who faces him with a little grin. Louis raises a puzzled eyebrow, then realizes why the other can’t help but chuckle softly. He’s not amused by his expression and keeps staring at him, serious.
“What do you find so amusing? You’ve never seen a flower garland?” he scolds him in a stern, emotionless voce. The demon’s smile vanishes almost instantly. “So, what’s the matter?” he asks, but the other is distracted by your presence. The demon keeps staring at you while forming abominable thoughts about you in his mind. Louis notices how he looks at you and what he’s really thinking and loses his temper. He grabs him and shoves him behind a large bush. “Don’t you dare—don't you dare even look at her!” he hisses at him before releasing his grip, causing the demon to fall on the ground. “If I find out that you or your friends defy me in any way, I’ll personally torture you.” he says as he watches him walk away. “And tell them I don’t want to be disturbed under any circumstances, understood?”
“Louis? Look, a butterfly!” you exclaim excitedly as you play with a small black butterfly that flutters around you.
“'Coming, my dear...”
Louis pants angrily and attempts to calm down before returning to you. He hugs you too tightly from behind and kisses your temple.
“Hey, you’re squeezing me!”
“I’m sorry…” he lets you go of his grip. “What we were talking about?”
You shrug your shoulders.
Louis remains silent and stares at you. He’s like hypnotized.
“What is it? I’ve something on my hair—what is it?” you cry out alarmed.
“Shhh, it’s nothing, my love.” he whispers as he places his fingers an inch above your head, seemingly touching the air.
“Louis, what are you doing?” you can’t help but laugh. Louis’ face suddenly lights up.
“Keep laughing… oh, that’s so beautiful!”
“What is beautiful?”
“Your aura.”
Your pupils immediately dilate. “Could you describe it for me?”
“Of course, love—it’s like, well, it's like a kaleidoscope, with all these different colours intertwined like a rainbow, flowing above your hair and around your entire body. Today they’re brighter than other days. I assume you feel happy, don’t you? You love this place…it’s really a shame you can’t see it.”
“Like a fluid painting?”
“Exactly!”
“What colour is yours?”
Louis hesitates a bit. “It’s not as beautiful as yours.”
“Come on, tell me!”
“It’s mostly black with red flashes. And—wait a moment, there’s also a little shade of green.” he exclaims surprised.
“Oh, I love green! Yours is beautiful too!”
“You really think so?”
You nod smiling. Louis leans in for a passionate kiss, you go with the flow and close your eyes, kissing him back.
He leads you to a small alcove, surrounded by elderberry bushes. Louis gently seats you on the soft pillows, continues to kiss you while unbuttoning your blouse.
Before going any further, he makes eye contact with you, asking silently for your permission. You nod, smiling. All your worries have gone and you finally feel ready. He smiles back and kisses your lips once more. The next moment, you are walking on air, feeling the essence of pleasure mixed with pure happiness. You savor every moment, and at the end, you simply feel calm and fulfilled. Louis is hugging and stroking your hair next to you. None of you talks. There is no need for words. Only you and him, simply breathing slowly and living this precious moment, surrounded by silence in this lovely garden.
#louis cyphre#robert de niro#louis cyphre x reader#robert de niro x reader#de niro#louis cyphre imagine#angel heart#robert de niro imagine#fanfic#angel heart 1987#i want to live here#surrounded by flowers and plants#🥰
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The ritual of dressing up & down
#angel heart 1987#elizabeth whitcraft#mickey rourke#i want to dress like this everyday so i try my very bestest
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Angel Heart (1987)
Director: Alan Parker
Director of Photography: Michael Seresin
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Angel Heart · 1987
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Peter Tork, Micky Dolenz, Davy Jones, and family on the set of the “Heart and Soul” music video in Los Angeles, July 1987.
“Tork said his rights to residuals from TV reruns ran out before ‘The Monkees’ enjoyed its mid-'80s revival. But he says he has continued to draw royalties from resurgent album sales. Financially, Tork said, ‘I did get something of a second chance’ from the Monkees reunion--enough, he says, to support him until retirement age.
‘But I want to work. If I don’t, I might wind up with no money and old. I just want to make a living at this,’ and to help put his 22-year-old daughter, Hallie, and 16-year-old son, Ivan, through college.” - Los Angeles Times, October 20, 1992
#The Monkees#Monkees#Peter Tork#Ivan Iannoli#Micky Dolenz#Davy Jones#David Jones#et al#1980s#Heart and Soul#Monkees 1987#Tork quotes#80s Tork#Hallie Iannoli#<3#1987#Los Angeles Times#can you queue it
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Lisa Bonet as Epiphany Proudfoot and Jarrett Narcisse as Epiphany’s baby, photographed on the set of Angel Heart (1987) directed by Alan Parker
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favourite moments from Falling Angel by William Hjortsberg
#angel heart#louis cyphre#falling angel#william hjortsberg#angel heart 1987#book quotes#book reading#quotes
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Angel Heart (1987)
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