#armandromanus

[sirensscngs]

@armandromanus gets a random thing from Claudia

      “ Why are you trying to take my Louis away from me?  “

[diesxirae]

@armandromanus

Santino kept his hands deep in his pockets, where they could ball into fists unseen. His expression was thoughtful, softly troubled but contemplative. He had never liked street preachers. They slung their rhetoric around so carelessly they might as well be speaking in tongues. Admittedly, that was not his main reason for disliking them. Some things just hit too close to home.

Not that he was particularly moved by what the enthusiastic man was ranting about. The end of the world, microchips, mind control via vaccines. That sort of stuff. They had so little problems, Santino thought sometimes, that they had to invent some. But then again, perhaps they didn’t have less problems, but surely different ones. Problems Santino didn’t understand and didn’t care to learn about. 

So the preacher went on and on about some supposed purity of the soul that could be achieved by abstaining from technology and social media. Santino thought about checking his Instagram just to spite that old man. That was when he spotted a familiar face in the crowd. Auburn curls, large brown eyes, that eternal pout. He’d know him anywhere. His brows rose slightly to acknowledge the surprise of it. Santino nodded in greeting but left it up to Armand if he wanted to approach.

[sangcreole-archived]

@armandromanus​

Louis folded his arms over his chest as he leisurely made his way around the many corridors of the labyrinth Armand and Daniel called home. The Night Island certainly was a feast for the eyes; looking out of the many glass windows, he could see the mortals partying and rushing about in their little cars on the streets below. 

Lestat was out, Lord knows where, and Daniel had left to party at one of the many clubs he so often frequented. There were a few others hanging around on various floors of the complex, but he wasn’t very interested in hanging around with them.  That always exhausted him, being the introverted specimen he was. There were only two vampires that he was close enough to that he wouldn’t mind socializing for hours, and even then, he sometimes tired of Lestat’s shenanigans. So naturally, Louis found himself walking to Armand’s room and knocking twice on the door before letting himself in.

He knew the auburn haired vampire had probably heard him coming ages ago, but he still didn’t want to intrude.

“Salut, Armand,” He spoke in French with a small smile.

“What are you up to tonight?”

[i-want-my-iwtv]

I really despise Armand, I don't even know why. I have this hatred for his character. But everyone in the fandom seems to like him...

Are you the Anon who hated Armand from a month ago? Too bad you’re both on Anon bc you could form a club! 

[textmeme by armandromanus, who deactivated so I can’t link to it]   

Noone says you have to like all the characters, some are in fact antagonists in some stories and protagonists in others, and everything in between, and they can change over time. What AR is telling us is that labeling someone “bad” or “good” or “crazy” is a limitation. Life is not so black and white. 

You don’t know why you despise Armand, but you say “everyone in the fandom seems to like him...” Consider this: some ppl dislike a character just because so many other ppl like them. I didn’t like the Beatles at all for a long time just bc so many other ppl liked them, and I wanted to feel like I had my own special taste. I listened to some of their hits, then some more, really gave them a chance... and well... turns out, I like the Beatles.

Give him more of a chance or don’t. Not everyone loves him but he has plenty of fandom love.

[apocalyptiiic]

             Where Does This Ocean Go? || DRABBLE

@spccialagent tagging you because it’s an Armand drabble. OOOH! lol

Still in that big house they shared. It was like a mansion; however Armand always knew Vera adored the lavish things, even if she refused to admit it. But still this place felt hollow and empty without him by her side, may he be reading or otherwise. She still misses those times of curling up beside him and silently falling into a deep slumber as he spoke among kin in such a soft voice that her human ears could not make out. Her immortal love, what drove you to sleep? Was it depression? How could she missed the signs?! Such a foolish girl.

Vera close the front door, securing the locks and setting the home alarm before she began to walk up the spiral stairs and down the near hall towards the library. The library was lit with only one light and it barely lit the entire room. She walks over to the fireplace and click a small button that was barely visible, making the fireplace roll back and slide off to the left side exposing a secret passage of dark stairs that leads you down. She brings her right hand up to hit the near light switch, watching as the spiral stone stair path was lit. Vera began to descend down the stairs, the fireplace began to move back and set into its original place. She continues to go further and further down until she was in a room, a lavish room that was fit for a King and lying down upon the canopy draped bed was a resting Armand. Two candles illuminated the room in a soft glow, his form was beginning to decay from not feeding and it broke her heart to see him in such a way. Slow steps drew forward, her heels lightly click against the ground as she approaches the side of the bed and slowly sits, her right hand come to rest on top of his cold slightly wrinkled palm and another comes to gently brush auburn curls that were neatly pressed against soft velvet pillow. And then.. she began to speak..

These were things she did regularly, almost every day. Some would say she was mad, though others completely understand. When a mortal falls in love with an immortal and said immortal chooses to sleep, it leaves the mortal clinging for hope.. or eventually they’d move on with their life. But, how could she do that to Armand? How could she move on and forget him completely, when he is her life? 

She comes to a closing of telling him of how her day went, which was nothing out of the ordinary. She had lunch with a few friends, looked around the city to find a proper place to open her own bakery. Her eyes close and she inhales a sharp breathe then release it, “I really wish you had at least left me a letter to tell me what drove you to this.... were you depressed, angry, or just sick of the world all together?” She says softly before turning her head to look at him. “I love you..” She says softly in a broken whimper, “I’ve loved you since the first day I met you.. disheveled and giving me a ride back home.” She chuckles softly at the memory. Vera comes beside him and lays by his side, her head gently resting on his shoulder while she close her eyes. She just wanted a sign or something of the like to let her know that her waiting wasn’t in vain, that his love for her did not die the day he closed his eyes and entered this eternal sleep.

Eventually she fell asleep there and was found by Louis. He took pity on the young mortal hurdled beside Armand as if he were a comforting life-size teddy bear. One arm comes beneath her knees and the other grasp her shoulders; picking her up bridal style from the bed he makes his exit from the place, carrying the curvy female upstairs into her bedroom, where he gently laid her down. He could not help wondering how long would she keep the faith of Armand alive within her heart as he departed for her to rest peacefully.

[devilsfool]

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Send me 'x' to have my muse confess something to your muse that they usually would never tell them.

I wish we could speak to each other the way I can speak to your child. 

[queenofthesavagegarden]

armandromanus said: [ - kisses the tip of your nose - <3 OOC: aww thanks bb

[vcpositivity]

"armandromanus is a witty, funny writer whose take on Armand is authentic, smart, and enjoyable to read. Their posts are always a joy to see on the dash."