#cursedviolinist

[desanctii]

❝ I can’t do this. You don’t understand. ❞ @cursedviolinist

"I understand perfectly well. My understanding is not the issue. Your inability on the other hand will be your downfall. I simply do not care what you think yourself capable of and what not." The old vampire's voice rolled steadily downhill as he shaped each word with an artisan's precision.

"If you cannot control yourself then there will come one who will take control instead. Are you not that musician? Armand's precious find? Well, think on that. I bear you neither the love nor the patience that he did. Now collect yourself. We must be more secretive than in all the centuries that have come before. If you cannot hunt well, you should not hunt at all."

[monbellemonstre]

❝   i have nothing to say to you.   ❞ for Magnus from @cursedviolinist

[ @cursedviolinist ]

The young violinist Nicolas de Lenfent, consort to his beautiful fledgling, his Wolfkiller, his Lélio, stands rigid in the Tower's great chamber and oh. What a pretty picture he makes! This trembling bird with clipped wings and a throat that begs to be torn open. Crumbling stone and dampened moss do little to cover the cloying scent of the boy's hot, pumping blood and Magnus studies him. Studies him. The words are like music, like the scraping of a bow across broken strings and the vampire throws back his head and laughs. The sound is uncanny, fracturing into a thousand echoes that chase themselves into the darkest shadows within the Tower. How exquisite! How perfectly and deliciously absurd, those words!

"Nothing, nothing, nothing," he croons, beginning to circle the mortal with movements that belong more to a fever dream. Black hair streams behind him like a shroud as he glides closer, then away, then closer still. A tide governed by a broken moon. "But nothing is something, is it not? The space between heartbeats, the pause before the scream ,the silence after the last note dies in an empty Theatre." He stops suddenly, going unnaturally still as he stands mere inches from Nicolas. Nostrils flare and he drinks in the bouquet of the boy's terror. His Lélio thinks fear bitters the blood but Magnus savors it.

"Your blood sings hymns you've never learned, Nicolaino, and it tells me the stories your tongue is too frightened to speak." His long fingers twitch at his sides as he speaks. "The symphony of your mortality, each beat a countdown, tick-tick-tick, racing toward silence." Magnus leans closer, his voice dropping to something between a whisper and a lullaby, mad and tender both at once. "You came to find him, didn't you? My Lélio. You've come crawling up my Tower like a lover in a storybook, seeking the Prince I've stolen away." He giggles softly, a sound utterly wrong and unsettling coming from something so ancient. So savage. "But I am the dragon and the Tower both, beautiful boy. I am the thorns and the rose and you are just another pretty thing that wandered into my collection. So speak, or don't speak, sing or stay silent, it matters not at all." His smile is a wound across his face, gaping and offputting. "Either way I can hear what you are, and what you are dear Nicolaino is mine now, for as long as I wish it."

[devourcr]

@cursedviolinist asked: "you are lost in his shadow."

the latest rehearsal was catastrophic at best. he can't determine if it's something amiss with the script or if he's failed to express the vision correctly to the actors. after all, it isn't his vision — it never is. while he isn't the writer, he can bring the words to life.

but not tonight.

he's lost in furious note taking when his door opens, only looking up when he hears nicolas's voice. there's an instant frown, a look of confusion on armand's face, and he wonders if his thoughts had broken past his own barrier too loudly — they were comparisons to lestat, self-effacing thoughts with lestat hanging overhead.

to hear the words come from nicki gives him pause. for a fleeting moment, he thinks if anyone would know what that's like, it might be him. still, the elder vampire eyes the other, gesturing for him to shut the door behind him.

❝ he isn't here. how can i be lost in his shadow? ❞

[aranostra]

@cursedviolinist // 78﹕ sender  throws  something  aggressively  at  receiver

Armand caught the violin just before it would have hit his face. He considered letting it hit him, split against his face. There would be something satisfying about that.

But he would be giving up a potential lever in this unending crisis that Nicolas was inflicting on him--on all of them.

He slowly lowered the violin, gripping its neck as he stared at Nicolas. "What," Armand said through his teeth, "is your purpose, ungrateful boy? If you throw a big enough tantrum, endanger all of us enough, do you think it will change what you are?"

[lyingawxke]

@cursedviolinist

The assignment was easy enough. He didn’t know who his benefactor was, but the 50K in cash made him not care in the slightest. The guy he was taking tonight was an easy catch. He was practically dry by the time Michael got to him. There were still hours before sunset, and the 18 wheeler was parked in a dark part of the highway, just outside of town. 

He loaded the vampire up in his rental car and proceeded to drive it back to where the truck was parked. The back of the truck would serve as daylight cover when the time came. Not the most comfortable situation for either of them, but the most practical. For now, though, he places the man in the truck’s sleeping area. He is sure the other vampire is too weak to fight him, and he still has to keep an eye on the captive. 

[yoursavagebeauty]

❛ you have to step out of this darkness and let them see you for who you are, like i have. ❜ @cursedviolinist

[behindviolenteyes]

"I hate how much I still love you, even after all the pain you've caused me." @cursedviolinist

"You still love me?"

Lestat felt a warmth in his heart at those words. To know that Nicolas still loved him made him feel as if he was flying, though his feet remained firmly on the ground.

"I'm sorry for all the pain that I have caused you. I should have never left you alone with Armand. I had no idea he would be so cruel to you."

He reached out gently, but stopped short of touching his Niki's cheek.

"I've missed you terribly."

@cursedviolinist

[beautifulsavagegarden]

Continued from here with @cursedviolinist

The screams brought him a twinge of pain but he clung fast to the belief that this really was for Nicholas’ own good and that, while somewhat archaic, it was of benefit to them all. Nicholas’ behaviours had become increasingly worrying and he threatened to destabilise everything that they had built here in the coven that was not a coven and yet still Armand held the authority. It was a heavy burden that none of the rest of them could carry but he could, he had been trained for this very burden. 

It was when he had settled down that Armand had chosen to speak and Nicholas’ reply was to be expected, both in the words chosen and the fashion it was delivered in. “I do not lie but you will choose to believe what you wish.” A pause before Armand pressed closer to the stone, his voice a quiet hiss. “Hush Nicholas. A lesson is to be learned here and once it has been absorbed then and only then will I release you.”