from this post with @catacomb-cherub
A simple clean cut, as usual, may would think Merrick had an unhealthy hobby of cutting herself, but anyone who knew her craft well knew that blood magic was perhaps one of the most powerful spells she could perform; if blood was in the way, she was surely working for real, but this time was different, for the wound refused to heal at it's normal pace, and it was attracting unwanted attention, specially when visiting Louis’ realms with all his immortal pals whom had been once just characters of Lestat’s publishings.
Merrick observed Armand with certain curiosity until the sensation of his blood sealing her wound made her shiver slightly, she moved instinctively away, gasping, even though her hand remained in his power, her free hand promptly raised to touch her forehead as she tried to let that vision move away. “Boy.” She muttered turning her gaze back at him. “Whose blood do you think would be more cursed, yours or mine?” She asked, finally recovering her usual-self.



















