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[jangnan]

╰┈➤  Hajoon  didn't  forget  their  birthday...  how  could  he  ?  He  might  have  acted  like  he'd  forgotten  that  day  but  a  card  was  left  on  his  bed  ,  inviting  them  to  come  to  the  courtyard  at  dusk.  He  set  out  a  perfect  picnic,  with  every  food  a-yeong  loved  and  a  still  beating  heart.  Then  at  the  center  of  the  table  was  a  diamond  ring  with  a  card  asking  "  will  you  marry  me?  "

⋮✧   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓:   Aya  Day  Birthday  wishes!   ⋮✧  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑:  @ghostscribes

⋮✧  𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘  𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍'𝐓  𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  𝐀  𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃  𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌  𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐎𝐎𝐍  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄  𝐇𝐀𝐃  𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍  𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄  𝐔𝐏𝐒𝐄𝐓.  They  wondered  if  maybe  he  had    forgotten  it    and  tried  their  best  to  focus  on  other  things  to  fill  up  the  day,  rather  than  the  swarming  thoughts  about  wondering  how  he  forgot  or  if  they  had  done  something  wrong.  If  they  just  focused  on    their  work    maybe  it  would  soon  fade  from  their  memory,  and  they’d  be    free  of  the  stress.    But  in  his  own  fashion,  as  the  end  of  the  day  had     𝑭𝑰𝑵𝑨𝑳𝑳𝒀    come,  when  they  retired  to  their  room  until  dinner,  there  was  the    beautiful  card    waiting  for  them,  along  with  the  instructions  on    where  to  meet    for  what  they  could  assume  was  their  birthday  gift.

They  had  never  gotten  ready  so  fast.

When  at  last  they  arrived,  the  display  was    nothing  short    of  an  example  of  just  how  much  the  vampire  saw,  even  when  everyone  else  was  perfectly  convince    that  he  didn’t  care.    Everything  from  the  human  foods  they  loved,  down  to  a    beating  human  heart    that  already  made  their  mouth  water.  But  that  wasn’t  what  their     𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍    latched  onto.  No,  instead  it  was  the    brilliant  ring    sitting  upon  the  center  of  it  all,  the  star  of  the  show  that  would  be  their  private  birthday  celbration.  They  should  have  known  that  he  would  have  been  saving  his  wishes  for  something    just  for  them.    Cheeks  warmed  into  a  shade  of  pink,  and  a  loving  smile  curled  their  lips  as  they  picked  up  the  card.  ❝If  I  say  yes,❞  they  mused,  before    looking  about    to  find  their  lover  they  could  not  see  just  yet.  ❝Then  will  you  come  out  and  ask  me  properly?❞  Regardless,  the  answer  would  be  yes.  Their  souls  were    too  bound    for  them  to  actually  be  happy  being  apart  from  him.  ❝I’ve  only  been  waiting  for  these  words  for  decades  now.  Let  me  look  upon  love  filled  eyes  as  they  ask  me.❞

[tueurloup]

“ I learned how to live without you. That doesn’t mean I wanted to. ” ( modern nicki )

𝖙𝐲𝖕𝖊𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝐲𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌.

it would hardly be the first time during this tour lestat has seen the face of his first paramour, heard his voice calling to him – questioned his sanity along the way ; not that the latter raises much cause for concern. the madness, the muses pounding at his skull, his psyche, from the inside out, it all propels them forward across state lines, breaching musical boundaries even lestat, himself hadn't been aware they were capable of. never before had he felt so intimately entwined with the music he'd made, no longer resisting its current, but riding along it, becoming willfully unraveled, soaring ever higher – running herself ragged & bloody onstage for hungry, vulture - like fans to lap up.

mais non. nicki is here in the flesh & modern dress, sat across from lestat in their dressing room, & for once, red wine shared among them is left untouched. lestat's answering laugh lacks any humor to it, bowing his head as he does it, shaking it from side to side.           ❝        i never wanted to know a life away from you, you know. it never occurred to me even once back then that such a thing would be possible. not when . . .           ❞      lestat ducks her head, purses her lips, wills away the tightness constricting her throat, the sting pricking the backs of her eyes. she draws a deep breath, settles back into nicki's gaze.            ❝       not when my life truly began with you in that shoddy little inn in paris.          ❞     there's levity in their laugh this time, left dangling above the pair in the quiet that follows. 

then, lestat rises to a stand to meet nicki where he sits, half expecting his hand to pass through his ; it's solid & warm & absent of callouses he'd once memorized before the dark gift erased them from his skin. nicki's hand in both of his, lestat lowers himself to kneel before him, clasping it tight.             ❝       you must know by now i never wanted to leave you, mon coeur, not – not that – that dark night at the inn, n - not at the theater with the coven, n - not ever –          ❞      one, two, three tears of blood drop from desperate eyes, drawing lines of red down white cheeks. he'll bring his lips to the back of nicki's hand & linger there in a kiss, then more dotted across his knuckles, loving it as he had the rest of him all those years ago.            ❝       and i have always, always kept a piece of you safe with me.          ❞      he releases nicki from his hold only to pull the red stone ring from his index finger, sliding it back in its rightful place on nicki's.             ❝       tu es aussi belle que le jour où je t'ai perdue, nicolas de lenfent.          ❞     

[jangnan]

Send a 📸 to see 3-5 pictures that my muse has/has taken of your muse with Hajoon @ghostscribes

[jangnan]

Send a 📸 to see 3-5 pictures that my muse has/has taken of your muse with Edith @ghostscribes

[jangnan]

Send a 📸 to see 3-5 pictures that my muse has/has taken of your muse with Romance @ghostscribes

[snkts]

Have a new verse ! Edith !

"You know I ain't givin' up the smokes, right?"

[snkts]

technically trey is a genetic clone of him and pixie... does that count ???? 🤔

"Ya' don't gotta try arguin' your case based on blood. That don't mean shit - family is what you make it. Just lemme know what kinda food ya' need."

[monstruosite]

⌗﹕are you always this grumpy in the morning? ( @ghostscribes . santiago )

a huff and a puff, forehead wrinkling as his brows furrow. no, louis was not a ' morning ' person. he never was even when there was a time where greeting the sun meant the dawn of a new day ahead. now, upon seeing the slightest hint of her warm hues painting watercolor across a dark black sky, her presence signals that it is time to rest. while the rest of the world thrived and bustled about, families going on outings or dogs going for walks, louis and every other vampire in paris would be asleep soundly in their coffins. until the moon rose again and the night came to life, where theatrics were welcomed and drinking the moment you wake up did not hold the same guilt as day drinking once did.

he's in the theater, not for his own sake, but the sake of his daughter who, unfortunately, was chosen to go out and gather supplies. he shifts his body so that he is laid across the entire length of the couch, legs propped up by the armrest, a cigarette hanging out of the corner of his lips, a newspaper in one hand and a pencil in the other. he was getting quite good at these word puzzles. " you make me sound like i'm acting childish. all because i wouldn't greet you back? "