Amel

*Coming back?* Indie Rp, ask blog for Amel (from the Vampire Chronicles). Might NSFW appear. Mun21+ (Banner: Atlantis, from Stargate Atlantis. Faceclaim: Kacper Ostrycharczyk)

[amelthebravennian]

//I don’t know how I did it, but I somehow managed to get two job interviews last week (so just a week after my arrival in Québec). And landed a job in a 5 star hotel, at a ski mountain resort (???).

I’m literally experiencing a « The Devil wears Prada » kind of situation. I’m still not realizing that in the span of two weeks, I landed on another continent, sorted through paper work, learned a new phone number, met with my now coworker, got a job and started it today :’)

I’ve had to invest in (to my opinion) expensive wears, and will now work in a world of luxury I’ve only ever read about, or seen in movies. Me. The country girl, the wild thing that never wears makeup, nor perfume and dresses in sweatpants in all occasions…

The impostor syndrome is strong for now. We’ll see how I get to manage the standard’s phone twinkling like a Christmas tree and in how long :’)

Anyways. I’m so sorry for all those answers I have pending. I’m not forgetting about you, I promise!

[amelthebravennian]

//I finally made it to Canada! For now, things are still hectic, with the paperwork, the search for jobs, renting cars, finding internet subscriptions and all… hence why I can’t write answers. But I’m slowly getting used to this new life, and deeply enjoying the place I’m staying in.

[amelthebravennian]

// Hi everyone! I know I own some replies around, and I’m sorry I haven’t done any yet.

I’m currently going through somewhat of a stressful situation, since I’m organizing a moving across continents. My life is basically reduced to boxing stuff and panicking about the costs of everything while trying to find a new place to live in, and transportation for my thousand books. My computer doesn’t even have a screen anymore, which makes replying harder on my phone. Hell I don’t have a TV or bed anymore at all. Which… makes life interesting to say the least.

Good news is, I’ll have hours in a plane to reply, if I haven’t since then. You’re always welcome to send in silly questions or memes, those might be faster to answer to. But, no answer will be forgotten !

Anyway. Hope you are all okay!

[wordx]

“My crime was feeling everything too deeply, my punishment was surviving it.”

— Fyodor Dostoevsky

[sad-house-of-mortality]

“So large, so monstrous, the longing in this pain. And so much death of hope, filling my veins.”

— Helaena Moon @ http://hapless-hollow.tumblr.com/  (via hapless-hollow)

[amelthebravennian]

Are you ever lonely? So our existence fuel you or are you forever lonesome?

A thoughtful expression softened Amel's face as he considered the inquiry. As an immortal that had existed since the dawn of mankind, and always been the only one of his kin, it did often feel lonely. Oh he had tried, long, long ago. He had tried to make other immortals like him, but the Parents had been clever enough to keep that knowledge of his making away from his grasp. The blood drinkers were immortals, yes. But they had all been bound to him through rage and blood. It wasn't quite what one would expect as a starter for an healthy relationship. Besides, it had been his existence that had fueled them. Never the other way around. And that, literally. Not to mention that half of them hated his guts. And rightfully so. In humans, sometimes, he found solace. But he could never stay too long around them, could he? He was too different. Physically. Mentally. Each brief moment of joy only felt brighter in their company. But was just as ephemeral than morning dew under the bright rising sun. As for the replimoids? They were just as alike to him, than he had been kin to spirits or Gods. Sharing similarities, but never exactly the same understanding or experience of their oxn existence. "I suppose it is the burden of all immortal, to experience loneliness. I am no different in that quality. I enjoy the quiet of my own thoughts. But even to me, sometimes, they get too loud." And he rarely had anyone to share them with. Such was the price to pay for his freedom.

[amelthebravennian]

"I remember you were very patient talking to me some time ago." He hesitated, still uncertain in Amel's presence. "I am plagued with questions. I do not know how to find answers."

Amel had felt the following presence a long while ago. Just a slight pressure at the base of his neck -raising the little hairs of his nape and arms- that had warned him of a supernatural scrutiny. He'd pretended for a while to be oblivious, kept going from one stall to another, kept enjoying the scents, the colors, the buzzing life and lights of the night market. But never the presence had come too close, apparently indicisive. Though he hadn't let his guard down, he'd entered one of those almost empty pubs opened until the darkest hours of the night, ordered himself some tea and chosen a secluded seat. The bartender had raised a curious eyebrow at his order but hadn't commented further. Amel had leaned casually in his seat, taking out one of those new books he'd just bought, and began reading as he'd waited for the presence to make itself known. Or disappear. Either way, he'd been content at the idea to simply seat there for an hour or two. He hadn't expected, however, to recognize the voice addressing him. A voice he hadn't heard in years now. His eyes trailed up from his read, to the youthful face that seemed conflicted. "Denis?" He asked with a quiet, calm voice, though his eyebrows betrayed his surprise. He studied the other's posture, the uncertainty of his voice. A breath passed, then another. Finally, Amel gestured to the chair across from his table, inviting Denis to seat with him. "Please, make yourself comfortable. I can't promise to have those answers. But we can try to find them together." After all, Amel's boundless curiosity was always up for a challenge.

[love-me-im-dead]

He had seen him when he least expected, wandering aimlessly through the nighttime streets, listless, ditectionless, just drifting along with the rest of the people as if he belonged among them. Lost at the end of his quest with nothing to show for all his years of searching. And then there he had been, Amel, of all the beings he had never expected to encounter again.

His first instinct had been to turn away, to fade into the crowd and lose himself among the hubbub. But then he had wondered. Perhaps... if anyone at all could help him learn anything about his maker, then surely Amel was that person.

He'd followed at what he hoped was a safe distance, stopping whenever Amel stopped, only moving when he did, always maintaining the distance between them. Not foolish enough to suppose he remained undetected, but hopeful enough to think that he didn't appear to be a threat.

At last, Amel left the huddle of stalls and entered an establishment just off the market square. Denis watched him vanish into the dimly-lit interior. Now or never.

Seizing his courage, he shouldered his way through the swinging door. For a moment he thought that Amel had eluded him, but then saw the familiar silhouette of the tall man, sitting alone on the far side of the lounge.

Now or never. Crossing the room, Denis approached the table, spoke, hesitated, uncertain. Taking the offered seat he tried to gather his scattered thoughts. "I really didn't expect you to remember me. It's been such a time since we met last. I don't remember everything we spoke of, but tell me, did I ever share with you the secret of my maker?"

[amelthebravennian]

Amel didn't know how to feel about Denis' surprise at being recognized. Emotions were still a difficult sea to navigate, even after close to a decade in that new carnal envelope of his. He wanted to be empathetic, but had also learned the hard way that he wasn't always doing it appropriately. "My own memory tends to be hazy sometimes." He finally said as he closed his book, hoping that -at least- would reassure the young immortal. He could almost sense hesitancy at each controlled movement, as if Denis was still debating if yes or no, sitting here with him was such a good idea. Which honestly was understandable. Of course, the suddenness of Denis need to share bits of his backstory also rose several concerns in the male. Why now? Was Denis seeking danger or eluding from it ? Who could be said maker? Amel hadn't known all blood drinkers sharing of his essence. Had he accidentally killed Denis' maker? "No, I don't think that you ever did. But I'm all ears now."

[agdistis-sanctified]

"Steadily towards me, it moved, and now it appeared to be swimming, propelling itself by the writhing work of myriad red-tinted tentacles, gossamer and transparent tentacles, moving as if through water, as if it were a sea creature of innumerable translucent arms.

I couldn’t take my eyes off it. It seemed the mirror was just a piece of glass. It was traveling towards me from a vast dark and cloudy world in which it was purely at home.

Suddenly it resembled nothing so much as a reddish Medusa’s head but with a tiny dark visage, tiny, and with writhing red serpentine arms beyond count. They had no serpent heads, these arms. And the entire image retained its ruby-red-tinged transparency. The face—and it was a face—grew larger and larger as I stared at it amazed.

It became the size of an old silver half dollar as I watched, and the countless translucent tentacles seemed to elongate and become ever more delicate, dancing as they did so, dancing, reaching outward beyond the frame of the mirror on either side."

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This scene put bugs in my brain so I had to draw for the first time in like four years!! All thanks to Lestat's space spirit parasite octopus boyfriend.

[leroilestat]

When Boredom Bites Back

The Last Time in the VCs Lestat x Amel @amelthebravennian @leroilestat

amelthebravennian

A succession of emotions passed on Amel's face, too fast for any human to see. But to Lestat? He would catch easily the surprise, then the concern underlined with curiosity, that definitely settled on amusement. "That highly depends on the danger. You know I live for the drama. But... should I be worried?" He asked with a hint of his old mischievous self coming back to life. He clearly wouldn't be against helping to spread some chaos, as long as it wasn't one that could possibly get Lestat killed. Boredom was just his most terrible enemy right now.

Lestat watched him closely. He's catching every flicker of Amel's shifting expression which pulled a small but knowing smile from him. He tilted his head casually as if weighing the idea purely for his own amusement. “Worried?” he echoed with humor. “Only if you’ve suddenly grown attached to my continued existence. I thought you preferred a little risk because it keeps things interesting.”

He stepped a fraction closer to Amel his gaze was more intent beneath the playfulness. “No, you’d enjoy it. You always do. The question is whether you’d step in before it becomes inconvenient, or let it unfold just to see how far I’d go.”

[amelthebravennian]

"Yes, worried. I know... Uncharacteristical of me." Amel huffed in a tone that was wanted to be foreboding. Yet again, the playful glint in his eyes spoke louder. Of course he was attached to Lestat. More than he would ever admit it at loud to said -how had he once called him already? Ah yes... beloved Numbskull. The immortal watched silently the other move closer, the pull to his ethereal essence grander as he could almost bask in Lestat's scents. As always, Amel didn't let it been known, kept it his own little secret. "My interest is definitely picked. You had me at 'danger', anyway. What's the plan?"

He would probably regret it later. The whole damn specie of Blood Drinkers might very well get threatened again. But Amel would eventually figure a way to save the day. He always did. Didn't he? Or at least, it was too early to doubt that.

[dying-to-be-closer]

[amelthebravennian]

“If I threw myself into danger purely for the drama... would you stop me or enjoy the show?”

A succession of emotions passed on Amel's face, too fast for any human to see. But to Lestat? He would catch easily the surprise, then the concern underlined with curiosity, that definitely settled on amusement. "That highly depends on the danger. You know I live for the drama. But... should I be worried?" He asked with a hint of his old mischievous self coming back to life. He clearly wouldn't be against helping to spread some chaos, as long as it wasn't one that could possibly get Lestat killed. Boredom was just his most terrible enemy right now.

[le-immorte]

“The sea is a ghost of me.”

— Channing M (via de-morte)

[amelthebravennian]

"I remember you were very patient talking to me some time ago." He hesitated, still uncertain in Amel's presence. "I am plagued with questions. I do not know how to find answers."

Amel had felt the following presence a long while ago. Just a slight pressure at the base of his neck -raising the little hairs of his nape and arms- that had warned him of a supernatural scrutiny. He'd pretended for a while to be oblivious, kept going from one stall to another, kept enjoying the scents, the colors, the buzzing life and lights of the night market. But never the presence had come too close, apparently indicisive. Though he hadn't let his guard down, he'd entered one of those almost empty pubs opened until the darkest hours of the night, ordered himself some tea and chosen a secluded seat. The bartender had raised a curious eyebrow at his order but hadn't commented further. Amel had leaned casually in his seat, taking out one of those new books he'd just bought, and began reading as he'd waited for the presence to make itself known. Or disappear. Either way, he'd been content at the idea to simply seat there for an hour or two. He hadn't expected, however, to recognize the voice addressing him. A voice he hadn't heard in years now. His eyes trailed up from his read, to the youthful face that seemed conflicted. "Denis?" He asked with a quiet, calm voice, though his eyebrows betrayed his surprise. He studied the other's posture, the uncertainty of his voice. A breath passed, then another. Finally, Amel gestured to the chair across from his table, inviting Denis to seat with him. "Please, make yourself comfortable. I can't promise to have those answers. But we can try to find them together." After all, Amel's boundless curiosity was always up for a challenge.

[amelthebravennian]

Gotta ask are you more into banging or old school fanging?

Amel snorted at the bluntness of the question, surprise and amusement quickly passing through his glance. « Still asking for a friend, I presume? » He purred, not an ounce embarrassed. Eventually, he gave a dismissive shrug, though the ghost of a smirk still haunted his face. « I guess it depends with whom. »

[amelthebravennian]

If you couldn't have Lestat as your vessel who was your second choice?

« Good question. » He thoughtfully replied. He hadn’t exactly considered that question back then.

His thoughts had all been ridden by pain, rage and fear, back then. It hadn’t mattered much who would take him in, as long as someone strong enough stepped in. Someone that could harness the madness of his ancient turmoil, the blunt of his power without instantly dying.

Not many had fitted the description. Less even would have considered welcoming him in. For as much as Amel was a powerful entity, he could have never forced his ethereal essence in someone against their will. Had tried. Didn’t end well.

But, for the sake of giving an answer and indulging the inquirer… « Tom Cruise ? Did you know he actually impersonated Lestat? Did you even know there were movies about us? Baffling. » Humor twinkled in the depth of his emerald eyes, his little smirk back on his lips. Of course, that wasn’t a serious answer. But he had none to give, anyway.

[sad-house-of-mortality]

“I am a hazardous storm appropos to the aftermath of silence.”

— Channing H.M (via de-morte)

[xxhellonursexx]

Let Amel’s enthusiasm for nature and life brighten your day! Shit, it’s good to be alive. 

(I’m not even going to pretend the outline for this is original. There was once a comic strip with a realistic rabbit saying these lines that I saw on Pinterest once. This is my tribute to that nature-loving rabbit!)