#martyrkill --- incredibly selective and low-activity multi-muse for original and canon muses. 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 @eatsraw. please do not follow if you are under the age of 21. triggering content and mature themes will be present. exploring themes of: complete devotion, blasphemy, religious guilt and trauma, being doomed to the narrative, varying forms of abuse, implied or actual cannibalism, death, murder, substance use, sex, and crime. everything is tagged accordingly. crafted by: 𝚠𝚛𝚎𝚗. 𝟹𝟶. 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢/𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖.
might make my multi into a regular blog and not a side blog because i feel like im in tumblr jail and just want to ramble about louis, claudia, and my oc’s.
louis and lestat's relationship is something that is ... very complex. i will also be diving into this....how it differs to his other relationships. especially his relationship with armand.
and their greatest elephant in the room - claudia.
ÉLODIE MOREAU ❪ @martyrkill ❫ : never too late to start over.
she reminds him of parisian summers, of dusted sugar and butter-rich pastry, of citrus undertones wrapped around gentle laughter. a time when, for a moment at least, things had seemed easier, more stable somehow. the horrors of home exchanged for learning how to balance sauces and prepare proteins, constant chaos replaced with the technique of wielding a wüsthof blade and plating dishes to resemble art. ❪ and through it all : her eyes bright against fluorescent backdrop of kitchen lights, kisses that tasted just like fresh strawberries ❫. thinks perhaps he should have known it would come with an expiration date, that everything he touched eventually shattered. lifetimes passed since then, ribs hollowed out only to be filled with grief and anger and doubt.
yet despite it all, she was here, presenting possibilities ; a chance to clear his head away from the endless turmoil. ❪ remembers a similar offer once, a few days on the east coast that had spilled into months on his cousin's couch ❫. years spent running away only to find himself back where he started. a frown twisting expression, fingers tapping restlessly against half-empty coffee cup. “ yeah. heard, chef. ” a struggle then to force words past his throat, to give voice to the barbed tangle of his thoughts. “ just — i tried it before, y'know? starting over. in new york, and then trying to flip this place. ” and now he was left standing amidst ruins, fragments that he couldn't quite fit together. gaze finally lifting, pale where it finds hers. “ i think maybe i need to stop running away from shit. . . ”
it had been perfect symmetry. how her mother had both loved and lost an american boy just as she was soon to learn when the realities of culinary school completion would come and perfectly curated moments under the parisian sun would come to their end. his hand had fit so perfectly into hers, nights spent teaching carving techniques before losing interest in subject at hand and finding further interest in each other. the innocence of something that came out of something so complicated. attending school shortly after her mothers death. how she would attempt to bury herself in her studies and instead finding herself captivated with the complex and beautiful mind that was élodie's very own american boy -- carmen berzatto. though like anything good in her life, it so rarely stayed.
there had been calls and texts over the years, letters too. even if exchanges grew less and less. élodie had thrown herself into opening her café in honour of her mother, specializing in some old family recipes. there had been a few men and women whom had entered her life over the years but none of them remained constant. something was missing. it's what had brought her to america. to check up on him. it's how she was sitting across from him now, a warm cup of coffee between her hands. " mm, " she nods, listening. the coffee was painfully american, lacking in flavour profiles that she were used to back home but she still took a sip with a small sigh, listening to him while he spoke, her eyes watching his face, the way his lips moved while speaking and soon his eyes meeting hers.
" ce que nous fuyons finira par nous rattraper, carmen. " [ what we run from will find us ] she leans back in her seat, her eyes still fixed on his before lifting cup up and taking a drink; face scrunched as she places the cup back down to the table. " what is it that you think you need, hm? are you happy here? " she straightens up again, placing her hand on the table in front of them. " tu m'as manqué... " [ i missed you... ]
things to touch on:
- louis's grief around paul
- louis's psychological state
- louis on claudia's death
- louis's complex feelings on lestat.
- claudia's resentment
doing another rewatch of amc’s iwtv, might do a re-read too when the semester is officially done but ykw. i know louis feels a lot of guilt around his brothers death.
[ peck ] a quick, light kiss on the partner's lips or cheek from @burnedown for élodie from this meme : x
it was easy for her to get lost in a train of thought or even in moments like this, sitting crosslegged on the bed beside carmen, a mess of notebooks and recipe books scattered about. her mothers own notebook of family recipes sat nestled at her side, covered from page to page in barely legible french - the only thing that she had left of her now. élodie had risked a lot, utilizing the funds she'd received from her mothers estate to settle herself into a one bedroom flat in paris to further her love of cooking and baking while taking culinary arts. it was there that she had met him. the american boy with the pretty dark curls.
she'd been sitting there beside him, flipping through pages and speaking outloud " la julienne, ce n'est pas qu'une simple salade, vous savez, c'est une technique de déco--- " the words interrupted by the sudden presence of a quick, light kiss to her lips. élodie paused, blinking before soft shade of pink coloured her cheeks, she looked at him, switching to english. words caked with french accent, " what was that for? " she asked, trying to stifle a smile.
[ peck ] a quick, light kiss on the partner's lips or cheek
[ french ] a deep, passionate kiss with the use of tongue
[ forehead ] a gentle kiss on the partner's forehead, conveying care and affection
[ spiderman ] an upside-down kiss, just like in the movie
[ mistletoe ] a playful or romantic kiss under a mistletoe
[ hand ] a chivalrous kiss on the back of the partner's hand
[ lingering ] a long, slow kiss filled with emotion and desire
[ neck ] a kiss or gentle sucking on the partner's neck
[ nape ] a kiss placed at the nape of the partner's neck
[ teasing ] a light brushing of lips against a partner's skin without fully kissing
[ earlobe ] a light nibble on the partner's earlobe
[ tango dip ] a kiss shared while one partner is dipped backward
[ celebration ] a joyful and exuberant kiss to celebrate an achievement or milestone
[ stolen ] a quick, stealthy, and impromptu kiss snatched in secret
[ bite ] a playful kiss that involves some light biting
[ goodbye ] a heartfelt kiss when parting, showing affection and fondness
[ rain ] a romantic kiss in the rain
[ scars ] a gentle kiss on the partner's scar(s)
[ injury ] a careful kiss on a partner's wound to make it all better
[ wedding ] a romantic kiss shared during a wedding ceremony
[ comfort ] a tender kiss to provide comfort or reassurance
[ sunset ] a kiss shared during sunset, often romantic and serene
[ butterfly ] a light fluttering of eyelashes against the partner's skin
[ seductive ] a deep, slow, and deliberately intense kiss filled with passion and desire
[ shoulder ] a tender kiss on the partner's shoulder
[ knuckles ] a kiss on each individual knuckle of the partner
[ slow motion ] a kiss in slow motion, accentuating every moment and sensation
[ reunion ] a longing kiss shared after being apart for a while
[ passionate ] an intense and fiery kiss, expressing raw desire and strong emotion
[ underwater ] a kiss shared while submerged in water
[ wrist ] a tender kiss on the inside of the partner's wrist
[ wake up ] a loving kiss to wake the partner up
[ apology ] a kiss offered as a way to apologize or make amends
[ hummingbird ] a series of light, rapid, and fluttery kisses on a small area
[ trail ] a trail of kisses along the partner's jawline or collarbone
[ blowing ] a kiss in the air and send of the gesture towards the partner
[ surprise ] a sudden kiss to catch the partner off guard
[ hickey ] a kiss that's supposed to leave a mark on the partner's skin
[ single lip ] a sucking or nibbling of one of the partner's lips
[ nose ] an affectionate gesture where partners rub their noses together
𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐓 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 . . . (𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐬 — 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞) These prompts draw from the emotional depth and symbolism of the Page, Knight, Queen, and King of Cups. Each prompt captures a moment where the sender confesses their love to the receiver. → ∗ ⁽ ¹ ⁾ Find the collection of tarot-based scene starters here!
⁽ * ⁾ 𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐒 → soft & gentle
"I’ve cared for you far longer than I should have, but I couldn’t hold it in anymore.”
“Every time I look at you, it feels like the world quiets down. And if that’s not love, I don’t know what is.”
“I’ve held these feelings for so long, afraid of what might happen if I spoke them.”
“I would do it all for us.”
“You deserve to be held with love and not such content.”
“Please do not treat our love as a forbidden fruit.”
⁽ * ⁾ 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐒 → protective & reassuring
“This is for you. I’ve crossed lands, braved storms, and risked everything because I love you.”
“I have risked everything and it was all worth it.”
“Do you think I regret the way I feel? Because I don’t. I can’t. Even if this is the last time I can hold you like this.”
“You cannot dare say you are blind in the way you have bewitched me.”
“I’m not asking for forgiveness. I’m simply telling you that no one has ever touched me like you do, and no one ever will. You’ve bound my soul to yours, willingly or not.”
“I killed for you and I dare say I would do it again.”
“Our love is by our own undoing.”
“Nothing will ever happen to you.”
⁽ * ⁾ 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐒 → forbidden & passionate
“I know we shouldn’t, but I can’t keep pretending that I don’t want this. My heart has been yours, even if I had to hide it away.”
“There are things in this world I’m willing to risk... and you are the biggest of them. I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.”
“Release me if you truly do not love me.”
“I love you so dearly so”
“I can’t hide it anymore. The fire I feel when I’m near you, the longing in every touch—it's all too much, but it's always been real.”
“Do you think I chose this? I didn't. But here I am, loving you in the way that feels like i'm on fire and yet, I can’t seem to care.”
“I’ve wanted you for so long, even when I knew I shouldn’t"
⁽ * ⁾ 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐒 → passionate & soul bounding
“My soul cannot be free of you.”
“Look me in the eyes and dare tell me you don't love me back.”
“I’ve spent so long fighting this, pretending I could live without you..”
“My heart doesn’t belong to me anymore. It belongs to you.”
“You think I’m afraid of what’s between us, but I’m not. I’m terrified of what life would be without you. I’ve never felt more alive, more connected, more me than when I’m with you.”
“Love? You're not the love of my life. You are my life.”
adding muses that speak multiple languages is so fun - especially french because i get to crack out my french again.....ça fait trop longtemps que je ne l'utilise français.