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@starlightintheirwake
Ken, 34, he/they. This is an AU, OC, and crossover friendly multimuse RP blog including characters from Assassin's Creed, Baldur's Gate 3, Black Sails, Doctor Who, Dune, Marvel's Loki, Our Flag Means Death, Star Trek, The Vampire Chronicles, and The Witcher
This blog is LOW ACTIVITY.
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A FEW VARIOUS SENTENCE STARTERS
❝ i wouldn't find the need to tell you 'i told you so' if you weren't so allergic to admitting i'm right. ❞
❝ there are better hills to die on but i find this one quite comfortable. ❞
❝ would you come with me please? i adore your company. ❞
❝ that's not the worst thing i've ever heard but it's certainly up there. ❞
❝ i would love to help you but i'm afraid i'm suffering from a terrible case of 'it's not my problem.' ❞
❝ could you just think about anyone other than yourself for once? ❞
❝ i'm not going to stand here and argue with you about how much you need to get some rest. if i find you passed out on the floor i'm leaving you there. ❞
❝ would you be a dear and shut the hell up. ❞
❝ i know i need help but i'm not quite ready to ask for it. ❞
❝ do you know where we're going or are we just trying to get lost now? ❞
❝ i have confided this in you, please do not betray that trust. ❞
❝ do you like it here? with me? ❞
❝ are you still happy? with me, i mean. with us. ❞
❝ i didn't lie, i simply presented a selective truth. ❞
❝ do you actually like spending time with me? because i feel like all you do is argue. ❞
❝ one of us will eventually have to have the strength to be honest with ourselves about each other. ❞
❝ i want to tell you something i just need a moment to figure out the right words. ❞
❝ if you were the religious type i would challenge god to win your devotion. ❞
❝ don't tell me to quit being melodramatic it's the only time i have any fun. ❞
❝ were you ever going to tell me or were you just going to make me guess what you're thinking and feeling. ❞
Can he do medical malpractice on me?
Tiny crumbs.
also if any armands out there are interested in armand/fareed, i do write fareed 👉👈
previously, on the vampire chronicles ( x )
Daniel closes his eyes as Armand tugs on his hair, enjoying the way it sends tendrils of sensation crawling along his scalp and down the back of his neck.
"Yeah?" he asks when he opens them again, searching Armand's face from his spot knelt on the floor between his legs.
"You're quieter than usual, baby." Not that Daniel needs Armand to perform, but a little verbal feedback goes a long way since they can't communicate telepathically anymore.
But everything about Armand's body language says all systems go, and he has confirmed to carry on. He wraps his hand around Armand's hard cock and pumps him, the saliva from where Daniel's mouth was moments ago easing the slide.
"You're sure you don't want me to change anything?" Slow down, choke on it, Daniel's open to all suggestions.
@ivegotlongfangs
there is a wickedness about the way his lips curve into a smirk before sweeping in closer to daniel, a hand raising to his jaw and tilting as if to gain a better look. "say please and i'll grant your every wish."
Oh, that's more like it. Daniel doesn't try to suppress the shiver that shakes down his spine when Armand touches him. What would be the point? His dead heart is fluttering as strong as if he's just fed despite not having a drop yet tonight, and there's no way Armand can't hear it.
Daniel's hand bunches around the fabric at the front of Armand's coat, pulling him forward to close their remaining distance. He meets him with a kiss, lingering in it before breaking away. But Daniel doesn't go far. His mouth brushes against his maker's ear, voice low, "Please clean me up."
"i think you ought to look in a mirror, daniel. the splattering of blood across your cheek is... enchanting."
"You gonna lick it off or not, boss?"
" ...... " " tis but a scratch! "
"We're so hot! You're so hot."
Armand had been caught in the cage of his own emotions for so long that he had begun to forget what freedom felt like. It had been a mistake, such a foolish mistake, to show up and try to reach Daniel and Lestat. Daniel's reaction had been hurtful but understandable. Lestat's reaction had not. Lestat had displayed a level of cruelty that, under other circumstances, Armand would have praised. He was too much like a wounded animal to do so. Then had followed his confession to Daniel. The closest that he could come to saying those three words that always broke his world.
Afterwards, he had trudged onwards as though there were weights attached to his feet and the millstone around his neck had chafed. He feared, he hurt, he hungered, he desired. He feared, he hurt, he hungered, he desired. And so it went, the cycle repeating over and over. What was left to him now? The Great Conversion? No. That was not for him. These errant children who espoused the Old Laws and used his name to fuel their fanaticism? They were only his to kill when they grew too irksome in whichever city he ended up in.
He had taken refuge in an apartment that functioned similar to an air BnB. It was across the street from the hotel that Daniel was staying in. He couldn't resist. He feared, he hurt, he hungered, he desired.
He had pulled up a chair to the window and had sat there for hours, looking out at the world passing by and looking at the hotel. He wondered what Daniel was doing. Was he thinking about Armand at all? Or, was he obsessing over his budding documentary, reviewing some footage perhaps? He had always been so meticulous, so devoted to his work. Armand doubted he would treat this documentary any differently than interviews he had previously conducted in his lengthy (for a mortal) career.
He had drawn the blinds as the sun had risen, his fingers stroking the slats and contemplating the dust that had gathered. Fragments of mortality and humanity. You came from dust and to dust you shall return.
{Beautiful Boy} Were you involved. Are you injured?
The vibration from his phone startled him and he paused, frozen in the moment, before he reached into his pocket and removed the device, top of the range and the best money could buy. His eyes widened as he read the message and he shot to his feet.
There was so much more he wanted to say. He didn't care that Lestat had been shot, not when the prospect of Daniel being injured was present. The lateness of the hour had not even occurred to him.
When Daniel reads the text that comes through he's hit with a wave of emotion so overwhelming he has to put his phone away, face-down against the carpet as if it's going to jump out of the screen and get him.
He puts his own face down, too, tucking it against the knees drawn to his chest as he rides the wave. He doesn't know what he's feeling. Hell, Daniel doesn't know what to think. Privately he believes Armand's talk of love, but it doesn't erase the anger or answer any of his questions. If anything it leaves him more confused than ever about his maker's behavior. It leaves Daniel questioning his own. Surely he should have some self respect and make the prick sweat a little instead of immediately rolling over like a trained dog.
I should answer him. Daniel grabs his phone before he can talk himself out of it.
{Psycho Killer} I'm fine, I wasn't there. Tour cancelled btw.
After he sends it his thoughts remain on Armand. They drift back to the show, back to those big stupid sad eyes that drew him to pursue when Armand fled, the same thoughts leading him to reach out tonight because Daniel had been too caught up in Armand's whirlwind to ask when he'd had him face to face.
Another great wave. Anger this time, though not at his maker. His psycho, insane, deeply unstable, unwell, creepy, cursed demon crawled out from the deepest bowels of hell of a maker-
But no one else is allowed to say any of that! Especially not some blond dipshit who doesn't know shit about dick, anyway, other than how to waste Daniel's time. Who the fuck does that guy think he is?
Daniel fires off another text.
{Psycho Killer} What about you? That was brutal back there.
@beautifulsavagegarden
Daniel stood there for a moment with his hands in his pockets, which was a good thing because they were shaking like crazy, for he felt as if he just heard a ghost speaking to him. Because there was no way in hell Armand was behind him. There was no chance. He thought he was imaging his voice, after all he did feel him offended. But whenever he looked around for his maker he was never to be found.
Finally Daniel turned around and his eyes widen. He had so many emotions running through him. There was anger, hate and resentment. But there was also love and hope mixed in there. Blinking a few times, Daniel felt as if he was going to lose it and either tackle Armand with love or throw him around for leaving him alone.
" Yeah ? Well that's for the advice pops but I think I am doing fine on my own. " Daniel said. "I have gotten by on my own so far." Stepping closer Daniel moved his head to the side a bit. "So daddy finally shows his face after how long? And for what? To tell me I am not eating enough? Or is there a bigger reason?" He then shrugs. "Either way I am not hearing it."
Armand's face remains passively stoic as Daniel draws closer, the only hint of the storm brewing within him in the subtle flash of his own eyes. The threads of longing and regret and concern all tangled up so tightly into one mass he knows not which to pull first.
The folded letter in his coat pocket occurs to him as a poor idea in the moment, deducing that Daniel may not be in a space to receive its contents quite yet.
This was not in the script that had played out in Armand's mind when he'd imagined this moment countless times before.
"I am sorry for abandoning you," is what he offers first, almost involuntarily. Armand had not quite meant to speak yet but now it is out and demands to be followed up.
"That failure is my own. It does not reflect on you." He has his reasons, but the meetings he has attended have taught him they are beyond the point. Yet Armand wishes to make it clear his absence was not meant as rejection. How could it be? Daniel is the most perfect fledgling ever created.
To answer Daniel's queries, he cuts to the root of the matter, "I wish to be your maker, if you will have me."
Armand wasn't expecting the softness of Daniel's touch. He felt as if he would still be mad at him for everything he had done and honestly, he wouldn't have blamed him, for he too would be just as pissed off. So, when those light touches of Daniel's fingers touched the back of his head, Armand slowly leaned into it and slowly closed his eyes. Oh, god how he missed his beautiful boy's touch.
" Daniel... " Armand whispered his name but wasn't able to say anything else, for Daniel's lips were now attacking his own. Oh, Christ, Armand could feel himself melting into Daniel's touch. He needed and wanted him more than ever before.
Slowly his eyes opened and locked with Daniel's eyes. "Show me then..."
Jesus, but how Armand collapses against him lights Daniel up. Oh, he'll 'show him' alright.
Daniel clutches at Armand, hands sliding down his sides. He bends slightly at the knees until he can grasp the back of his maker's thighs. Daniel does so, easily hoisting him up into his arms like he doesn't weigh anything at all.
Maybe Daniel is showing off a little. Reveling in the still new to him strength Armand's blood has granted, but he doesn't linger in it too long, quickly moving on to covering Armand's mouth with his own.
He walks them over to the bed in somewhat of a hurry, but reminds himself to slow down once they reach it. Instead of tossing Armand onto the covers Daniel lowers him gently. He's quick to join him there, settling himself between open thighs.
The first few buttons of Armand's shirt are popped open, though Daniel's hand stills as it only reveals a second button-down shirt underneath. Daniel scoffs, bamboozled and frustrated all at once.
"Why are you wearing so many clothes," Daniel demands in a huff, begrudging affection at the absurdity of it forcing him to cover Armand's face in kisses.
@ivegotlongfangs
previously, on the vampire chronicles ( x )
"Still thinking about that wall, huh?"
Daniel tilts his head. He watches Armand with the same intensity Daniel is watched with, gazing into huge eyes that are orange like portals to hell. He's almost lost in it until he remembers himself and then allows his perception to take in the rest of him: the barest hint of a furrow on his otherwise smooth brow, unspoken language held in the preternatural stillness of his elegant frame, Armand's hesitation when he reaches out to touch.
Every night Armand opens more to him, his pages easier to read. "You don't want it like that," Daniel observes and then reassures, "neither do I."
Daniel reaches out now, his voice low and coaxing as if addressing a skittish animal, "C'mere."
His hand cradles the back of Armand's head, fingers slipping beneath his curls to keep from snagging them, caressing his scalp. The kiss Daniel presses onto Armand's mouth is gentle as it is exploratory, balanced right on the edge of heat before he murmurs against his lips, "Let me show you?"
@ivegotlongfangs
Daniel has been so pissed off for so long, he isn't sure who exactly he's pissed at anymore. Maybe the whole world. Armand? Definitely. Daniel can't stop thinking about him, which also pisses him off.
But right now it's the tour's-his documentary, his Oscar!-abrupt end grinding his gears. And for what! One measly shooting isn't a contract nullification. It's a bullshit excuse is what it is, just another Tuesday in America, barely an inconvenience!
He's sat in the walk-in closet of his hotel room, and his phone tells him it's 10:32 AM. The fuck is he sitting up awake for anyway, isn't the sun meant to put him in a coma?
[text to Psycho Killer]: If it makes you feel any better Lestat was shot with a gun
For a moment he stares at the text thread, the first time he's opened it since his confrontation with Armand the night before. A series of jabs and provocations sent and unanswered for two years now, but maybe this morning will be different.
@beautifulsavagegarden
last time, on the vampire chronicles @ivegotlongfangs
"This doesn't mean you're off the hook, pal," Daniel snaps in response to the question, unsure of the answer himself. "And knock it off with the eyes! Jesus Christ, it's like they inflate."
He stuffs his hand in the pocket of his leather jacket, desperately seeking the pack of cigarettes that don't do shit anymore so he has something to fidget with.
Daniel takes his sweet time lighting up as he tries to think of what else to say, all the while hating the charged silence all but crackling between them.
The truth is usually the best policy, even though all of his defenses are screaming at him to abandon it when it comes to Armand.
"Might as well get it over with," he continues because whatever, fuck it. The tension's been killing him. Maybe he hopes it's been driving Armand insane a little, too, "'will they, won't they?'"
" Fucking shit lighter. " Throwing the lighter into the darkness, Daniel thought to himself for a moment. It would have been really helpful if he was showed how to make fire for this reason alone. But no, his maker had to be a fucking asshole.
His hunger was now starting to get to him, feeling as if he was going to be sick, Daniel's eyes looked around. Sure he had learned a few things on his own, like how to listen to a person's heart, knowing how close they were. But still, he knew he had many things to learn and no one to teach him.
Without thinking twice, he followed the heart and found someone alone. Pouncing at the chance he got he ripped open the girl's throat and drank from her; it was as if he hadn't eaten in weeks. When he pulled away, Daniel kicked the body aside and started to walk away. But there was something bothering him, something uneased him.
" Look if you want me to sign your book you will have to wait...I am having a shitty night. "
----> @starlightintheirwake <3
These past two years he has kept a sporadic eye on his fledgling. Monitoring social media, Daniel's own and that of anyone he may be working with. The seizing of a nearby mortal's mind to view him remotely. Cleaning up sloppily disposed of victims. Much of it has been from a distance with the exception of culling young blood-drinkers claiming residence in Daniel's territory.
Now here they stand face to face as Armand slinks out of the shadows, exposing himself with an approach he did not intend when he'd followed Daniel's hunt tonight.
The thrill of which is still thrumming beneath Armand's skin, leaving him speechless as he takes in the sight of the blood of his blood.
Daniel wears the Gift like a glove. Darkness suits him, despite his rudimentary technique. He remains the most beautiful man Armand has ever seen. A thousand thoughts cloud Armand's mind, he knows not which to give voice to first.
Armand is startled by the sound of his own voice when concern wins, "You are not feeding enough."
@ivegotlongfangs
This blog is multi-verse and multi-ship, which means I may ship the same character with multiple characters, and that my threads occur in separate universes/timelines unless otherwise stated.
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