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he'd been so close! daniel's lips so close to his own, armand could feel the warmth of his breath and then — gone.

when daniel accuses him of trying to flip it, he fights a subtle, coy smile, but his lips twitch with failure. he doesn't fight the hands around his wrists, nor his fight to regain control. the kiss on the back of the hand is sweet, and he exhales a soft, amused sound.

did this boy know he had him wrapped around his finger? that the vampire would have done just about anything for him? this time, at least, armand remains out of daniel's head. he lets the quiet pass between them, admiring the flush to daniel's cheeks and the way he steals himself a moment. armand enjoys it, even though it was hard for him to let go enough for someone else to care for him.

when his idea finally surfaces, armand raises his brows at first, a question. just enough so that daniel clarifies no funny business and forces armand to finally chuckle out loud. ❝ clothes on then? ❞ he teases, but does nod. ❝ okay, okay. to bed then. ❞ armand stands, letting his hands slip away from daniel so that he can navigate to the bedroom, gathering pillows to toss at the end of the bed where he plans to prop himself up on.

Ah, fuck. It doesn't matter how long they've been together, Daniel gets flustered when Armand's like this as if it's the first time. He feels his skin heat up as his face flushes. Daniel leans in so Armand at least can't stare right at him while he's embarrassed, the press of their mouths soft in a lingering kiss-

Wait a second!

"Hey stop, you're already trying to flip it," Daniel grouses as he pulls back. Sneaky fucker. His fingers wrap around Armand's wrist and he guides his hands away from his face in a bid to wrestle the control back. How's Armand so good at that?

So Daniel hadn't actually thought this far ahead yet. Hm. He lifts Armand's hand to his mouth and kisses the back of it to buy himself a moment of time, as if Armand can't just crawl around in his head to hear all that going on.

"I think you should get into bed. How does a massage sound?" They don't spend all their time getting busy, still it can't hurt to do more spending time together with most their clothes on. And just so Armand doesn't think Daniel's just angling to get into his pants, "No funny business."

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@beautifulsavagegarden asked: ❛ I'm sorry for your losses. ❜ (from Sybelle at beautifulsavagegarden?)

armand isn't sure how long his silence had spanned. his mind wanders, a playback of recent events echoing loudly, and yet he retains perfect stillness. he'd thought himself distracted, engulfed in sybelle's music — but had it stopped? her voice slips through his silence so effortlessly and only then does he realize there's no music at all.

❝ my losses. ❞ he repeats, twisting an ornate ring around his middle finger, stillness gone, replaced with a bubbling nervous energy. his eyes lift to his darling sybelle. when had she left the piano? he meets her gaze with warmth, but can't bring himself to smile even reassurance. he doesn't want her to have to hone in on his pain. he doesn't want thoughts of louis or daniel to surface when the focus should be on her, on benji, on their family. because he still has that, even after everything.

❝ don't let my moping drag you in, sybelle. ❞

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he's not wrong. armand has scanned every word, dozens, hundreds, thousands of times since its release. lestat's broken copy doesn't look so different from his own, but he says nothing to that point. nothing to say, look how alike we are lestat — there's an acrid taste in the back of his throat. no, they're also world's apart in their differences.

he leans back in the chair, a calm presence to lestat's wound up energy. ❝ i suppose that's how it is. fall out of favor and watch them twist your words, ❞ he says as if it meant nothing ( not everything. it is everything ). he crosses one leg over the other, delicate fingers smoothing out his pant leg in a casual display, ignoring the words our louis. the wound is still too fresh.

❝ is it claudia? ❞ he asks, eyes lifting to meet lestat. ❝ she made you quite the villain, your little progeny. ❞

the book was gripped tightly in his hands; too tightly that under his strength the pages bent, the binding began to tear and wear away far quicker than it should have done.

" you aren't much better in this, " was all lestat said, refusing to meet armand's gaze, instead busied himself with the book, the one he had read page for page , back and forth as soon as it had released. " OUR LOUIS ," a scoff, as if they shared him; as if anything he and armand had shared was like theirs.

flicking of pages; another copy that would end up destoryed, but he'd buy another. " and this !! it never happened ... not like that ."

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Christopher Heyerdahl in the Vampire Media

Are You Afraid of the Dark (1993)

Blade: Trinity (2004)

Twilight (2009-2012)

True Blood (2012)

Van Helsing (2016-2021)

Bonus:

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it's my weekend! gonna do some diamond painting and then i'll be here for drafts/to answer asks when it cools down!

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i think it's been nearly a year since my last one, but sunday's as good of a day as any:

like this if it's okay for me to send you shipping/smut-related memes.

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not the twilight actor i would've guessed for marius, but we'll see

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me being at work rn is torture.

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it's been a while since i dropped it so:

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mourning that i'll be at work during any potential casting announcements. but today's a short day! so i'm hoping i have the energy to get on top of my drafts/inbox tonight.

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actions speak louder than words non - verbal / action prompts from yours truly. (add a "swap" to swap the sender/receiver in the prompt (or just do it manually).)

back, sender gives receiver a back hug.

beckon, sender beckons receiver closer with a finger.

blood, sender cleans blood off of receiver.

book, sender helps receiver get a book from a higher part of the shelf.

care, sender takes care of receiver when they're sick.

catch, sender catches receiver by the waist after they bump into each other.

choke, sender saves receiver from choking by giving them the heimlich.

cold, sender places their jacket over receiver's shoulders.

cry, sender wipes tears off receiver's face with their thumbs.

dance, sender sticks a hand out to receiver and invites them to dance.

dip, sender skinny dips in front of receiver and invites them to join.

dog, sender's dog pulls them in receiver's direction.

drive, sender drives receiver somewhere in their car.

drag, sender drags receiver into a room and closes the door behind them.

draw, sender draws receiver like one of their french girls.

face, sender turns receiver's face towards them.

flower, sender gives receiver a flower.

footsie, sender initiates footsie with receiver under the table.

forehead, sender presses their forehead against receiver's.

grab, sender grabs receiver's wrist to stop them from leaving.

jump, sender jumps onto receiver's back.

kiss, sender kisses receiver.

link, sender links arms with receiver while walking.

massage, sender offers receiver a massage.

patch, sender patches up receiver's wounds.

piano, sender teaches receiver how to play the piano.

pin, sender pins receiver's hands behind their back.

pluck, sender plucks something out of receiver's hair.

press, sender presses receiver against a wall.

propose, sender proposes to receiver.

quiet, sender gestures for receiver to be quiet.

rest, sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder.

serenade, sender serenades receiver with a song.

sign, sender walks into a sign and receiver sees.

size, sender measures the size of their hand against receiver's.

shoes, sender removes receiver's shoes for them.

sun, sender rubs sunblock onto receiver's back.

tattoo, sender gives receiver a tattoo.

tie, sender helps tie receiver's tie.

tuck, sender tucks receiver's hair behind their ear.

umbrella, sender lets receiver under their umbrella.

warning, sender presses a knife against receiver's neck as a warning.

zip, sender needs receiver's help to zip up the back of their dress.

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Domestic Bickering Sentences, Vol. 6

(Sentences for problems - big, small, serious, and light - between muses in a relationship. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"Remind me to never take your advice again!"

"Oh, you really love yourself, don't you?"

"There is something going on with you!"

"Don't raise your voice at me!"

"That's rather a low blow, isn't it?"

"So, do you wait until I'm asleep until you come to bed?"

"Once again, you've deliberately held me at arm's length. I really think you might treat me with a little more frankness!"

"Are we going to argue?"

"Get out of my bedroom!"

"Can we have a conversation, or do you want to pretend that everything's alright?"

"You just don't know when to stop, do you?"

"You're wearing my shirt again."

"If you didn't come here to apologise, why are you here?"

"I don't know if you've noticed, but there's a lot of stuff going on in my life right now!"

"You're one of those, huh? The kind of man who uses flowers to say he's sorry because he doesn't have the balls to say it himself?"

"Why do you assume that when I'm upset, I'm upset with you?"

"I think it's pretty clear you're mad at more than just me."

"If you're going to be a pest, I'm just going to ignore you!"

"Are you going to make this a habit?"

"You don't even know why I'm mad at you, do you?"

"Do you think you can behave yourself this time?"

"Darling... Stop talking."

"Why can't you just ever be happy?"

"Don't play games with me. If there's something on your mind, just tell me."

"I don't know if I can be in a relationship with someone who shows such poor judgement!"

"Don't shush me!"

"I'm not even going to dignify that with a response!"

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@potensreginae asked: “Missed me?” Jane asked, raising a brow at Armand, offering a catlike grin.

armand's head tilts in curiosity, a touch of fascination in his eyes. the familiarity is there, from years before — but years should have left their mark on jane. the vampire hadn't aged in centuries, but it looked like she'd drifted backwards from the last time he saw her. strange when humans seemed to age so quickly in the long life of a vampire.

❝ it's always a pleasure, ❞ he admits, a questioning smile returning her grin. ❝ you look... young. ❞ not all humans he'd met through the years had been disposable like sacks of meat. he'd frequented this same library often, despite the years that passed in between. jane, was one of those humans that had become familiar, and while returning had reminded him of her, he didn't suspect to see her, not as a young woman.

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work is just a lot of stress this week. vibes are weird, i can't explain it.

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@sanguisprince asked: "What? No open arms, no welcome back?"

subconsciously ( not so subconsciously ), armand folds his arms across his chest. let lestat see him physically double down on the lack of open arms. there's impatience radiating off of him, a welling frustration that reveals itself in the tension of his muscles, and the tightness in his jawline. he doesn't follow lestat's tour like the rest of his adoring fans. it's not the music that drives him forward, it's the draw of watching the disaster that was the vampire lestat. he's a stormchaser waiting for the casualties.

( it wound end well, he feels it in the marrow of his bones. it can't end well. )

❝ it sounds like you have hundreds of thousands of open arms desperate to greet you now. ❞ a faint grimace, the words sour on his tongue when he thinks of the human fans crying lestat's name. it may be silent now, but there's an echo in his mind. he holds tight to how it made his stomach drop with unease. those neural pathways carved by the children of darkness are tender, no matter how long ago he'd broken those ties and discarded his beliefs.

he stands in his tour bus, a red stamp of disapproval.

❝ tell me, do you eat them? do you think they feel like they're slipping into heaven's light before their heart stops? ❞ arms unfold so that he can gently clap out the sound of a slowing heartbeat, each beat pronounced by a syllable of lestat's name, softly spoken, ❝ lestat, lestat, lest— ❞

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good boy but in the way you praise a hunting dog after you have it gore something

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age appropriate gabrielle and not raglan james as marius is all i want from this weekend.