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[symphonyofmalice]

Epaine

@charmantevamp (liked for a theater-era starter)

The Theatre Des Vampires was putting on a play- an odd, monstrous, macabre adaptation of the abduction of Persephone.

Nicolas, playwright, musician, centerpiece of the theater- was in the titular role of this particular performance. The play began with him in the role of Maiden. His long hair was loose, braided through with wild flowers. His clothing was all flowing pastels. The other vampires danced around him, nymphs and divine companions, as he played the violin. The song was one of pastoral beauty, of peace, joy and springtime.

Some found the casting of Hades odd. Was the Lord of the Underworld usually so small, so slight of frame? But the actor playing the eldest Olympian brought a gravitas to the role nonetheless. Cloaked in darkness, presaged by the beat of earth-shaking drums, attended by ghoulish monsters, he stole Persephone away. The shrill, stabbing notes of the violin as Nicolas was dragged into the darkness sounded remarkably like screams. The vampiric dead tore the flowers from his hair, crushed them under foot, left him in torn rags.

Now the temptation began. And this was the theater of the vampires after all. Hades wooed his stolen bride with a procession of victims- played mostly by vampires. They were dressed in the Greek style, with dripping necklaces of red rubies- the pomegranate seeds of blood. Persephone refused again and again, except for the last- the only true mortal in the line. One more, like so many others, stolen off the street and charmed with mental tricks. Hades and the other vampires feasted on the victim, drinking deeply. And submitting to temptation, Persephone drank just enough for the stain of red around her lips to be visible to the back rows of the audience.

But there was no Demeter in this play. No springtime. No return from the cold, frost, death of Winter. No escape from the Underworld. Instead, it showed why Persephone had epithets like Brimō, the angry. Epainē, the fearful, the dreaded. Dressed now all in black, Persephone stood side by side with her husband. Queen of the Underworld, watching with stone-faced impassivity, waiting for the next doomed mortal, merciless to how their suffering was once her own. The curtains closed on the screams of the next victim being brought in.

[rexheroum]

NPC: Audrey x Alastair Children

@charmantevamp // If Audrey xx Alastair had a kid

Names: Anastasia “Anya” McLeod & Amelia “Mia” McLeod Birthdate: May 26th, 1910 at midnight * 00:02AM Astrology: Gemini Sun, Sagittarius Moon, Aquarius Rising, Gemini Mercury, Aries Venus, Cancer Mars Anya’s Hobbies & Interests: Ballet, Dancing, Fashion, Creating Jewelry, Traveling, Political Gossip Mia’s Hobbies & Interests: Jewelry Making, Politics, Traveling, Seafaring Languages: Lunaruzian, English, German, French, Italian, Spanish, & Greek. Anya headcanon: Anya takes after her father more in her personality. Mia Headcanon: Mia is her mother’s daughter, and enjoys the politics of Lunaruz and England.

[honorhearted]

☝first kiss.

(Audrey / charmantevamp)

Time for firsts! Send ☝ + an action or activity for my muse to talk about their first time trying it.

Benjamin was not the type to kiss and tell (quite literally), but he held a distinct fondness for the memory of his very first.

With a smile, he idly ran his fingers along the saber at his hip, his hand clasping around the hilt before he hummed. "I'm surprised you're so curious," he said. "Everything was innocent back then...uneventful, almost, and perhaps that's what I miss most of all."

His boyhood was filled with star-dizzy nights, constant mischief after dark, and, slowly but surely, everything shifted into an interest in the fairer s.ex that made he and his friends throw the occasional fist.

"Charlotte Greyville," Benjamin murmured. Catching Audrey's gaze, he amended, "That was her name... A fair-haired, dark-eyed girl with braids and freckles, and an endearing little gap between her teeth." Unbidden, he grinned at the memory. "She was always a bit sweet on me -- but at the time, I thought she rather liked Samuel. Everyone liked Sam. If they were hanging around our house, it was usually to meet with him a bit before Father chased them off."

Chuckling at the memories, Benjamin's heart faltered, as it often did whenever thinking of his brother -- his unofficial partner in c.rime; the better part of himself -- and he exhaled before continuing, "One day after one of Father's sermons, Charlotte pretended to trip and hurt her ankle. I bent down to help her, and then she surged up and kissed me, right there under the old oak behind the c.hurch. It was over nearly as soon as it had begun, but it had me reeling far more than any dizzying tumble down a hill." He smiled. "And even though we never truly courted, I still keep those days close to my heart. It was special...and in many ways, the start of my officially becoming a man. I went off to Y.ale not long after. "

[curseconsumed]

“Abbess? Academician?”Audrey smirked defiantly. “Is that the worst you have, Mr. Nash? You might as well say what you truly mean,” a laugh though, it is haughty and filled with disdain. “I am not a porcelain tea cup, sir, I will not break, unless, of course, you are afraid.���

(Unprompted) @ Jacob / from ~ Audrey / charmantevamp

"I do truly mean it," Jacob muttered, not looking up from his tincture preparations, "and that is Doctor Nash, to you. I never gave permission to address me as a commoner."

Shaking his bottle to better mix the l.audanum-brandy concoction, he still kept his gaze focused on his work. Audrey was becoming a nuisance -- good God, why were all women so damnably vexing? -- and jaw tight, he pressed, "Is there a reason for your intrusion, or are you merely here to take up my valuable time? I imagine my patients, not to mention, my actual patience, would have something to say about this." Setting aside the bottle, he finally dignified her with an even scowl. "If your sire isn't paying you enough attention, that is not my problem. Perhaps if you weren't so damnably self-righteous and combative, you wouldn't continuously be cast out into the street."

He waved a hand, turning his back on her. "Begone. If you were under the impression that I ever restrain myself in my opinions, know this: I do not care for you, nor your companionship. Is that candid enough for you, or shall I elaborate?"

[the-brat-prince-1760]

Lestat here.

I was tagged by @charmantevamp to create a type of poll based upon what you would do if you saw me!

Let me know what you think when you reblog!

Lestat out. xoxo

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[historiavn]

@charmantevamp sent: ❛  mirror .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  in  front  of  a  mirror . (Justine)

IT’S JUSTINE’S FIRST TIME INDULGING IN BODILY PLEASURES, and as she settles down in front of the mirror just as Audrey requested, she finds herself wondering why an activity so SINFUL in religion is also so EXCITING. Her heart is beating against her chest, thrumming with the immense ANTICIPATION of whatever is to come.

“You wanted me in front of the mirror, right?” She asks softly, slightly PROUD of herself for how her voice did not shake with nerves. “Like this?”

[lesafricainescharmantetfraises]

Paris à Abidjan, Abidjan à Paris.

[sonataforsybelle]

@charmantevamp continued from here

"Pleased ?" Sybelle repeated, uncertain of what Mercy expected from her before she really showed what she was getting at. She was not privy to what she was referring to precisely, but she knew the worst of Armand referred to the coven years. She knew little, years painted in broad strokes without giving out details, yet she knew enough.

"I am safe with Armand, he would never hurt me," she simply said, feeling a little uncomfortable. She did not like her tone, at clash with her claims of concern. It was Sybelle's choice alone to trust him, and while she would not defend his past actions, she would always defend today's Armand.

[thxgrxmrexpxr]

(From: the vampire Lottie / Audrey: charmantevamp)

"Well, I have bad news about that 'talking to a mask 50% of the time' box then ..."

[mxldito]

🌎 Do they try to retain any part of their humanity? 

- @charmantevamp

vtmb oc meme

🌎 - I would say they do. Coyote has relatively high humanity on their character sheet so as a result, they can still experience some things as humans do and can still relate. But for them, it will always feel like a mask than anything else. Being able to use Blush of Life or have sex (which is difficult or impossible for lower humanity vampires) allows them to have that little taste of humanity but it always feels fleeting.

Coyote was tenderhearted as a child. A gentle person guided down a hard path. They try to divorce themselves from their life as a human but can't seem to keep their story straight. They'll claim "her" memories and scars, claim they were never "her", claim they coexisted with "her" in one body, and tell lies about "her" death all at once. Her, being the person they were before their Embrace.

I think they're still clinging whether or not they know it. I think they're scared of Kindred existence beating it out of them eventually. They missed out on so much in life and now they have the chance to actually do what they want, if they aren't careful they can lose it all.

[symphonyofmalice]

🃏

*cue the denial*

(Audrey ~ charmantevamp)

((tarot card meme)) @charmantevamp

The Moon (//I consider this Nicolas' signifier card!) UPRIGHT: Illusion, fear, anxiety, subconscious, intuition REVERSED: Release of fear, repressed emotion, inner confusion

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It was perhaps not without cause that 'lunatics' were named after the moon. Nicolas had been wandering in the moonlight every night for a week, now. He paced the square of Joachim-du-Bellay in endless circles. He didn't write, he didn't play, he didn't speak, he didn't do anything. He just walked, staring up at the silver sphere as if it was telling him secrets. If the vampires of Paris tried to guide him back to the theater, or anywhere else, he'd follow where pushed. But he always wound up back there, moving in those silent, uncanny loops like an automaton.

[rexheroum]

@charmantevamp continued from [here] — Camille && Alastair

”Oh,” Alastair blinked in surprise, a bit confused as to why Camille felt her sister lacked such a thing. Alastair was enamored with Audrey, and truly would do anything for her. “I protect her as well, I assure you,” he told Camille. Having a twin sister himself, he understood feeling protective of a sibling if they grew entangled with someone.

“I do, which is why I have already purchased two homes in the New World, as it used to be called. One for you, and one for Audrey and myself when we are wed — if she desires that,” Alastair confessed in a hushed tone, leaning into Camille so no one would overhear them.

“I do not wish for any of us to be victims of this uprising and violence, nor do I wish to separate sisters. My own sisters are already over in New Orleans setting up their homes and ours.”

Alastair was smart, smarter than most people gave him credit for. He was ex-military, and a strategist at heart. “I shall, if you keep my plans under covers,” he agreed, fearing a hand to shake in amicability. ”I want to surprise Audrey with all this,” he added as he handed Camille a ticket for a boat to New Orleans in two weeks. “Help her pack, covertly please.”

[honorhearted]

For modern AU Benjamin Tallmadge:

“It really is nice out tonight.”

From ~ Audrey ~ charmantevamp

Ben jerked, not having expected the intrusion. In truth, he'd gone o.utdoors in need of air -- the f.estivities inside were capable of making him feel quite lonely, given the memories they were starting to unlock -- and offering the woman a wan smile, he inclined his head and replied, "I suppose so."

If she meant nice as in the w.eather, then yes; if she meant nice as in the beautiful scenery, skyline and glittering s.tars up above, then also yes; but Ben couldn't find it in himself to agree that the night was pleasant.

"You should go back inside," he said. "I'd hate for you to miss the c.ountdown just because you chose to stay out here with me."

[curseconsumed]

“ Tell my sister don’t cry and don’t be sad. ”

From here.

(Audrey to Jacob - charmantevamp)

"What your sister just witnessed is not my fault," Jacob snapped. His tone was firm and immediate. "Although I was careless, she is your responsibility -- not my own. You should never have brought her here."

[manufactoredxbyxdesign]

💋  to  kiss  my  muse  on  the  lips. / Lottie ~ Audrey / charmantevamp.

Someone is nearby.

Even without any of the telltale signs he can still sense it. Though he cannot tell whether they are alone or not, it simply does not matter. The first caught is the first to be punished. A reasonable stance, or so he has come to think.

Running a hand along the locker, he feigns a disinterest. Playing that game that he often does in the trials, knowing that each time he passes by it the unfortunate soul trapped within squirms in anticipation.

"Where are you?"

He calls but expects no answer. His gaze skims across the room. Searching - or at least appearing to. He draws the silence like taffy. Turning the silence into it's own form of agony as he paces around the room.

Once he circles back he grasps the door again, giving it one hard pull.

When it screeches open he expects to see a startled survivor. Cowering, or on the brink of tears. Lottie falls like an old pile of clothes, landing against him with an abruptness that makes him pause.

He feels the sensation of her mouth touch his but at first is uncertain what has happened. When it settles, so does the anger. The likes of which appears to crackle in the glow of his eyes.

[the-brat-prince-1760]

Perhaps Louis succeeded for once.

Shall I compare thee to a canary? Or a river of gold? I knew a sunbeam once. But all light fades, eventually. The fire behind your steely blue eyes hasn’t, yet, and your medallion hair isn’t yet faded.

I am, it seems not blessed with your luck or fair hair, but I know magnetism and charisma when I see it. Why do you think I haven’t left, when I could’ve. Or rather, I come and I go, but I always return.

- Audrey / charmantevamp

Lestat here.

Your kind, poetic words speak volumes, @charmantevamp ! ❤️

I appreciate both them and you greatly. I believe that you are correct in thinking that Louis has succeeded in his goal to get under my skin.

It means the world to me that you return and continue to do such, ma chérie, and I am unsure what else to say to you aside from thanking you again.

Flattery will get you a long way with me, and I think that you are well aware of that by now. ;)

Lestat out. xoxo