apartment. i’m at my apartment
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apartment. i’m at my apartment
the dubai bedroom from mara's instagram
More than anything in the world
Hunger
Armand wants absolute control, to the point of paranoia, which is precisely his downfall.
We are presented with two puzzles regarding Armand’s decisions, because logically, they are unnecessary: 1/ his killing of Claudia (indirectly or directly), and 2/ his memory wiping Louis in San Francisco. Armand doesn't have to torture Daniel over Louis' faintest interest, nor does he have to eliminate Claudia and Lestat from Louis' life through the orchestration of the trial, nor is he forced to wipe Louis’ memory in San Francisco. These actions ironically had the unintended effect of causing a rift between him and Louis. Here I want to argue that Armand took drastic, unnecessary, even risky action out of paranoia and his deep need for control.
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Sorry, most likely not. I haven't figured out the logistics of that 😅 im no pro i just draw for funsies
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The vampire prince and his blood bag
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