#armandxjory

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Armand lingered silently by the door, admiring the man's profile, the technicolor lights of the television playing on his handsome features. Enjoying the sound Jory's laughter and muttering those obscure references Armand never quite understood. He could have watch them all night, but he craved their proximity. The vampire's arms slipped down Jory's chest from behind, tucking his chin over his lover's head, "what are you watching?" (horridevil)

Jory glanced up briefly as he felt his lover’s touch and hands met theirs pressing against his chest, moving around them slightly to cup and hold hands entangled. “Naked and afraid” He laughed softly as his eyes were back on the television. 

“This guy has no survival skills whatsoever” He grimaced, laughed again, then looked up again at them when the program cut to a commercial “What’s up good looking? He teased blowing an air kiss at them  @horridevil

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“You look lonely.” (horridevil to Jory)

“Then, love me” Soft grin.

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“Come closer my love, I am a death bed and therefore, forever.”

— Channing M (via de-morte)

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Is this a proposal?

horridevil

In a way…it is.

“I’m not going to ask you if you have any idea of what you are asking. Well, because you already do” 

An hour later after silence moves between them.

“This is the part where you call me your beautiful fool, Amadeo” 

@horridevil

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Ten til midnight, Armand found him settled languidly sprawled on the sofa and then silently attacked. Slipping behind and placing a metallic paper crown upon Jory's head before gracing the man's cheek with a kiss. Hands sliding down their chest, whispering against his ear, "Happy Birthday to the Beautiful Prince". (horridevil)

His eyes rolled up as he looked up feeling Armand settle the paper crown on his head. The kiss welcoming the greeting moving to press his cheek closer to the man’s mouth savouring the coolness of their lips. 

A small shiver in a display of his body language purposefully and a gentle roll of his tongue echoing a purring sound. “You’re too precious for words, Amadeo. Thank you, I’d argue that prince title, but I’ll take it for the night.” He teased lightly.  

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You and Armand still a thing?

“I have no doubt we’ll ever be without one another”

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[Text]: Drunk again, are we? I don’t think I’ve ever received sweeter written words. (Horridevil)

[Text] I'm sober. I can take it back if you want. Just roll my mind and it'll disappear. 😥

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Armand stalked silently behind his lover lounging on the sofa, combing his fingers into the dark hair then, pulling back on it, freeing Jory from the hypnotic hold of the technicolor screen. “I brought you something...” he kissed the man’s forehead and brushed the stem of the rose lightly against Jory’s throat as if it were a knife.

His body jerked at the first initial reaction of Armands fingers through his hair and his head being yanked backward. “What the hell are you doing?” He asked smirking with irritation in his voice .“Yea, what? No sooner did he ask the question he felt the thorns pricking his throat. He breathed in shallow than exhaled slowly in a gasp feeling irked suddenly. The wavering smell of the rose under his nose, and he asked softer. “Is this for my grave?”

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Onward buttercup. There's fuckery to spread.