#chervbino

[bratxprincexlestat]

@chervbino ;; music Video plot

It begun with being the face in a lyric video, gold body paint and lyrics written on falling golden feathers; the model was barely on frame for 20 seconds among the sea of others that debuted the lyric video inspired by Parisian sculptures and Amadeo cast as Victory but his talent agent insisted he had to expand his horizons, that even his unique features would not be enough, he was a boy destined to be the face of Haute couture... but his overbearing let's call him 'manager' kept Amadeo from really exploding. Haute couture is great...but it does not pay enough when projects are twice a year at most, you are a stunning young man if you won't consider catalogue then consider acting. His talent agent is commissioned; the more Amadeo worked the more he got paid and well...what was the lyric video if not modeling, Amadeo did life drawing and it paid well for a full day's work as for those 20 seconds in frame three and a half hours were spent in hair and make up, over five shooting. It was a success, and Amadeo as Victory gathered a bit of attention, his beautiful profile praised and the principal photography director from said shoot reccomended Amadeo to a casting agent working for Dolce and Gabbana. A billboard ad for their new sunglasses was contracted, and Maurice kept telling Amadeo to consider going a little more commercial. Multiple small projects will earn him more reputation than being in exclusive deals but only working twice a year.

"You worked for them for the lyric video, out of all the talent you already have your foot through the door" Maurice encouraged Amadeo but when they turned up for the audition, they found that Amadeo just had to turn up,the rest of the talent dismissed, and Maurice being told that the band...meaning mr de Lioncourt himself as he was known as a complete control freak had seen enough from his prior work and thought him suitable. "Suitable" is industry speak for we are impressed, but bring your A game. You will do so well Amadeo" The next week Maurica and Estelle would spend with Amadeo going over the salacious script, they would be with him, there was a on-set intimacy co-ordinator but it was very sexual in theme. "You will have to decide pretty fast if you are willing to let Marius hold you back from a great career." Euterpe, the Greek muse of music and lyrical poetry, inspired a struggling musician with inspiration; she was the giver of pleasure and delight, and Amadeo is fashion circles was often referred to as a delightful cherub.

Euterpe, the mistress in control of the musician, torturing him with desire, comforting him in her soft embrace, the music video ending with a shot of an award received and the muse in the crowd smirking. It is too raunchy for his image, Estelle insisted. "It's art...art is meant to unsettle." Maurice insisted, and two months later here they were in the set for test shots and consultation for the shoot tomorrow.

Talent is to arrive exfoliated with no make-up or hair styling. Amadeo would spent an hour and a half having his hair wrapped in a golden leaf band and waterproof shimmer placed on his body. "You have beautiful skin" the make-up director praised. "Put gold mascara on him...Lestat wants him to look ethereal." It was eight pm by the time Amadeo was done taking test shots, in the bedroom set, in the bathroom set, in the awards set and it was expensive; sets were built for the video not just green-screened. The Parisian palace suite as the bedroom, the Venetian bath room, almost as if the artist was merging them and in the background chatter about it, how Amadeo had captured Lestat into a creative frenzy; the music video was built with him in mind all along.

A finger tapped him on the shoulder and when Amadeo turned around, it was none other than Lestat holding out a cup of iced water with a straw. "I thought I would formally introduce myself before the intimacy co-ordinator consults with us. And you haven't drank any water in two hours." Meaning Lestat watched Amadeo for two hours posing, being directed, and being pulled from pillar to post. "Come, sit with me; your legs must be aching after standing for so long. It's fine, you're with me" Amadeo had been told to wait here until they confirmed the light. "We are going to have to sell intimacy on screen; it is professional that you have a little chat to dispel the awkwardness, isn't it?" he tried to convince him with a little smile that he should step away just over there and sit down. "I paid for all of this, who is going to dare to tell me I am wrong, hm?"

[devilsxminioned]

@chervbino // the chase is over

"Oh you think it's funny."

Years he had been running for his life as if the devil was snapping at his heels because he might as well have been. His fault, he supposed, for being so fucking curious he had to stick his nose into the freakin' occult, Louis would not turn him, his trip to New Orleans to find Lestat had been a dead end (little did he know Lestat slumbered away the decades right underneath his feet) and a game of cat and mouse had begun with the vampire that had been there. His book was regarded as fiction and his fortune was now nearly depleted trying to outrun Armand.

"Well do it then. Kill me, I am fed up, exhausted and done being a fascinating spectacle" he had quite literally drunkely tripped and oh how amusing it must have been to the vampire to watch his bag sprawl all over the pavement and how pathetic he must have looked dirtied and humiliated. "I am actually really comfortable. Gonna lay here and stare at the stars.." if he doesn't get up then the chase is not on and well, it's been four years by now of running Armand might as well do it. At least he'd die fast. Passer bys might stare at him but it was not the first time he found himself spawled in a dirty ditch.

"Hello darkness my old friend...I've come to talk with you again...because ARMAND IS SLOWLY CREEPING , HE'S BEEN WATCHING WHILE I'M SLEEPING!" Sweet, sweet oblivion here he comes! What he found was not fangs baring at his throat but an extended hand to help him up. Was it a trick? He squinted suspiciously at the vampire. Maybe if he squinted really hard some telepathy powers might decend on him and he'd be able to read Armand's mind. No? Well, was worth a shot. He took the offered hand that was not as cold as it could have been.

He got up and kept holding that hand, still held it, holding it still. The seconds ticked and Daniel was still holding Armand's hand. His eyes stared into beautiful ambers, his mind drifted at wondering when the last time was that Louis kissed him like he meant it, how dainty the vampire's wrists were, his heart beat faster. "I'm getting a drink. You can come with me if you want, try a human interaction for once. We can talk and you can kill me before dawn and be on your merry way"

[clairmontblooded]

@chervbino// cont

Armand had known of Matthew's existence since July 14th 1919, two weeks after the Treaty of Versailles where a theater with an interesting gimmick had pulled him to see it's show, attrocious, violent, despicable. Matthew abhorred the brutality of it, specially the last play where a live victim was mesmerised and killed on stage.The old faiths ran deep yet if you lived long enough, you lived long enough to notice a man going through the motions. He spoke none of this, only in politeness mentioning how Armand looked like a famous painting and he ought to visit the Gemäldegalerie to see it, Edward Solly's collection was a masterpiece of determination in itself.

Matthew knew of Armand since long before that, by reputation alone perhaps when Paris' underbelly was ruled by it's Coven and even he threat carefully and cautiously as to not stay longer than a single night and evade them. Idividually none of them posed a threat to an ancient but a cluster of vampires driven by territorial frenzy and near...no not near...religious jealotry, their significant numbers made leaving a better option.

Reaching through the Mind Gift did not quite work like Skype, it worked by using vampires almost like nodes through Amel's psychic tendrils pushing the message through the network to find the vampire intended. It is how he knew Armand was still alive when through the Mind Gift he had managed to reach for a vampire across states, a true testemanent of Armand's stength in the Mind Gift to reach from California to Louisianna, Matthew had been in actual Louianna at the time clearing up Marcus' mess dragging his 'son' with him as at the time he mistook Armand's seeiking of a specific vampire to be Marcus' Mind.

A century of skirting around each other that it made sense to extend an invite to the vampire to formally meet when Matthew was placed in CUB for five years, five years which now had concluded.

"I have been offered a position in Oxford, I wish you could come with me. I have grown accustom to our Wednesday debates" They spoke primarally in French about world affairs and history, Armand would share his knoledge of art, in return Matthew spoke of science. He needed Oxford's resources to research the decline of their species, fledglings were growing weaker and weaker almost as if the magic that sustained them was running out, almost as if Amel struggled to extend his psychic reach to them.

"I would not say lovely describes it but it would suit you more. Dubai offers nothing to you, Armand. You belong walking streets seeped in history. Consider it at least as a fresh start, you have very little to lose and a lot to gain." Marius brought him to Venice, Santino to Paris, Louis to San Fransisco,was the world filled with cities some male takes Armand to. Well, he was pretty sure Armand took Louis to Dubai thus disproving the theory but every rule required an exception.

[divinedunion]

@chervbino asked: ❝  i  don’t  care  what  anyone  else  is  doing  tonight.  ❞ (for anyone of your choice)

meme: ⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆   𝐛𝐞  𝐦𝐲  𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞?status: accepting

"i'm sure that the others are much more entertaining on a night like this though. i'm rotten work." odilio genuinely had thought that he was curse for a major part of his life. death following wherever he went. yet, he wondered if armand didn't really mind all of that. "in the case that you really do mean it," the demigod tossed his file back down on the coffee table, turning around to face the other some more. "what do you want to do tonight?"

[ysabeauxdexclermont]

@chervbino wants a starter!

The alley should have been silent again,the vampires who attacked her lay crumpled against the brick wall, neck snapped cleanly, body cooling fast. The scent of spilled blood still clung to the air — young, reckless blood, the kind that thought hunger was the same thing as power.

Ysabeau brushed a smear of dust from her sleeve, composed as ever, though her eyes were sharp with the kind of irritation only centuries could refine.She hadn’t needed saving but someone had intervened anyway.

She felt him before she saw him — a presence like a candle flame held behind glass, controlled, contained, but bright enough to burn if mishandled. A mind that did not simply exist but watched. Ancient. Layered. Beautiful in its precision.

Her gaze lifted to the figure standing at the mouth of the alley.

"You move so quietly,"she said, voice cool but not ungrateful. "Too quietly for one so young in appearance."

The faintest ripple of amusement crossed her expression — rare, subtle, gone almost as soon as it appeared.

"Most vampires with your… Gift broadcast themselves like children shouting into a cathedral. But you—"

Her head tilted, studying him with a scholar’s fascination and a predator’s intuition. "...are a whisper of flame scolding the edge of a petal" Her Mind was strong and his still overshadowed hers, it was enough to put any Ancient on edge when the wielder is so young in comparison.

"I think we have met before little flame. In a Theatre full of snarling children that did not know how to address a lady" An Ancient coming into their Theatre would always cause a commotion, they had not met directly...only the threat of him, only a cold tilt of head to let her go served warning that Paris was not welcoming to other Vampires.

Maybe it was manners, maybe a warning was enough, maybe a Coven Master knew the mathematics of subduing someone her age would cost a foot soldier or two. Or maybe he saw she longed for death back then but refused to serve it, she had wondered but would not return to Paris until the Theatre had burned down.

It was a different world, an awakening one. One where their secrecy slid on the razor's edge and vampires ended up in pyres out fo nowhere. Was it him? Why the Fire Gift when he could break Minds and kill so much more cleanly.

"Does a lady get to know the name of her rescuer? Or shall we hide behind old titles long forgotten?" she extended her gloved hand though studying whether he would even approach her and then if he would take it.

[montclairbaldwin]

@chervbino // <3

"It's a beautiful property it's a shame some violet eyed beauty turned you into an idiot" Baldwin worked hard to help Armand acquire Night Island, it was not easy to set up a private island as a tax haven and the paperwork alone took weeks. Pro bono work for a vampire that proven quite the investment opportunity from the get go, a love nest for Armand and his little pretty pet.

Baldwin noticed the discrepancy before he noticed Armand.

Night Island. In Daniel Molloy’s name.The numbers sat on the screen like a quiet insult, a single line item glowing with the kind of significance only immortals understand. Ownership. Legacy. A declaration made in ink long before the relationship itself had the strength to bear it.Baldwin sat in the leather chair of Armand’s study—if it can still be called a study when half the curtains are drawn, the lamps are dimmed to a low amber, and the air feels like the aftermath of a storm that never broke.

Armand sat across from him, perfectly still. Too still. The kind of stillness that means he is holding himself together by force of will.

Baldwin has seen him like this only twice in their long acquaintance. Both times involved Daniel Molloy.

He taps the screen once, deliberately.

"You transferred Night Island to him when I explicitly warned you what would happen if you dissolved your companionship"

Not a question. A verdict.

He has never understood love—not the mortal kind, not the immortal kind. Affection, loyalty, desire, yes. But love? Love is a destabilizing force. A liability. A thing that makes even ancient beings behave like children playing with fire.

Armand, for all his centuries, has always been susceptible to it.

Daniel… Daniel was the one creature Armand ever allowed himself to love without calculation. Baldwin remembers the early years—Armand speaking of the mortal journalist with a softness that did not belong to a creature forged in covens and fire. A softness that made Baldwin uneasy.Love makes immortals foolish. Love makes them generous. Love makes them bleed.

Night Island is proof.

Baldwin folds his hands, voice low.

"You understand what this means?"

"Love" he muttered, almost to himself, "-is the most expensive investment of all.You gave him a kingdom, and he walked away with it. That is not a failure. That is the nature of love. It leaves you with less than you had, even when you give everything.”

He closes the tablet, the soft click echoing like a final judgment.

"The question now," Baldwin says, rising to his feet, "-is whether you want it back."

Baldwin sees it—the war behind his eyes, the ache, the pride, the longing, the centuries of discipline cracking under the weight of one mortal-turned-immortal heartbreak.

[throesofthedevil]

chervbino asked: you didn't have to be so reckless just to prove a fucking point.

I roll my eyes at him, shaking a hand in his direction. Unsteady on my feet as he slur out the words. "Reckless? What was reckless? Bringing home someone who snorted their weight in coke?" I laughed almost maniacally as I looked over at Armand. The way he looks at me, I can see the disdain in his eyes. The fact that he hates me in this moment. I turn away from him, going into the bathroom to splash water on my face. " What point do you think I'm trying to make this time? That I am in control, then I know what I'm doing, or that whatever moral stance you want me to be on is not working." The cool water on my face brings me down a notch, I glanced at him through the mirror and tried not to show on my face that it aches me to say these words. Turning back around leaning against the counter, crossing my arms over my chest as I look over to him. " You look at me with disgust, you think I can't tell? I can see it in your eyes." The drugs make my words feel like venom on my tongue, how ugly they sound falling from my lips.

[feilien]

{♚ x @chervbino || Armand x}

 It was late at night. Like, middle of the night kind of late at night. Hardly anyone was around or even awake, apart from certain professions, those seeking their services, or the more unsavory businessmen and their customers. Long Zhi supposed he belonged to the latter category, even if not quite. If anything, he was somewhat their boss, so roaming around in the middle of the night was nothing new, nor a cause for safety concerns.

 As a matter of fact, his biggest concern at the moment was just how much longer until he could finally crash in his bed. The day had been long, exhausting, and seemingly endless. The usual, really. Not that that was any consolation, not when he knew he had to be back up in less than five hours.

 So when he walked past an alley and saw two bodies going at it, he couldn’t have cared less—none of his business. And by far not the first time, even if it being two men was fairly rare in Chinatown. It wasn’t until he’d made it several feet past the alley that Long Zhi stopped abruptly. Hold on. One of those men had looked familiar. He hesitated ( it really wasn’t any of his business, and it wasn’t as though he’d rat out a fellow clan member for being into men ), but curiosity got the best of him, and he slowly made his way back.

 It took several moments for him to process what was happening; it looked more like a struggle than anything else, and it was clear that his fellow clan member didn’t seem to stand a chance. Whoever he was fighting with seemed to overpower him, and almost easily so. On their own fucking turf? Hell no. Springing into action, Long Zhi didn’t hesitate and instead made his way over to the two men, knives in hand and at the ready, as he jumped on the stranger.