#heunmoor

[tahtalard]

it was you that gave me the courage to be free of my shame. ❜ @heunmoor

shame was an unfortunate companion for armand. it hovered around him & whispered misgivings, encouraged him to repeat. had they been able to finish their discussion on evil some seven decades ago in paris, armand would have told louis he believed evil to be the shame that pushes men to act in fear, in silence. ( a motivation he is unfortunately familiar ) now, sitting once more in a candlelit cafe, shame & evil & wrong make their way to the conversation. this time armand has reason to feel shame. & he does, marginally. the reminder of his sins twists his expression. he attempts a laugh to cover it.

❝ what shame? i remember you pulling me from those shadows. you & your dealings, your collections. ❞ memory a warm expression. he closes his eyes as he sips the sparkling drink before him. ❝ perhaps your shame saved me from mine. ❞

[kidfrommodesto]

@heunmoor sent - this changes everything, doesn't it?

Daniel looked at his hands a moment and then back at Louis. Louis. The same vampire that had exposed him to this dark world decades ago. The same vampire that had haunted him for decades. Now, finally equals and sharing something he didn't expect, but it wasn't unwelcomed. Reaching out, Daniel squeezed one of Louis' hands, "yeah, I guess it does, doesn't it?"

[bratstats]

" mon amour " , such softness to lestat's words , a look in eyes that once would've been described as love. was it still that ? was love true when it was one sided , he had believed once louis would eventually love him back , or loved him in a part that would never be reached.

new orleans - take two , as lestat had so charmlingly named it , he believed that would be the turning part for them , when everything would go back to how it was. but then the book. and that had changed everything ... " i read your book ," and just like that , the softness had turned into something much sharper.

@heunmoor hearted for a starter

[hechose]

“just know that i love you.” // @heunmoor //

oh, it felt so final. felt like such an end point. conclusion of a sentence. and armand... he would typically hate such a thing. would loathe the idea of someone putting that nail into the coffin as it were. but... it was different here, with louis. after all they had been through. it didn't feel like the last words spoken before the end. it felt like relief.

the years that had passed since dubai... all that had unravelled. it had been a trying time for all of them and somehow, it had helped he thinks. aided on the healing they all needed in the long run and so, armand sighs. smiles before he nods. familiar touch of his fingertips tracing the back of louis' hand.

"and i love you, louis. always will. should you ever need it, that love will be here to hold you. perhaps never in the way it was, but... better now, yes?"

because they were. he was determined to believe that now, finally, they might all be whole, or at least working towards it. that they might now finally be looking at each other face to face, as opposed to at projected images.

[ripk0l]

@heunmoor, louis de pointe du lac required a one liner.

" it’s just business. don’t make a big deal out of seeing a body or two. "

[bratstats]

@heunmoor asked: [ OFFER. ]  after noticing the receiver hasn’t fed in a few days / weeks, the sender offers to let the receiver feed from them.

" are you sure ?" were the first words to pass , but there was nothing to stop the show of his teeth , the sharpness pressing into the inner of lestat's lower lip. the vampire's feeding habits had improved, but the change from animal to human sometimes felt too rich. part of him knows it's because the blood is better for him , he wouldn't need to drink as much , or as often.

but the change ; he can't make it stick.

he would never admit it to louis ( or anyone ) but it had made him sick , too much blood , the rush of it. he had felt like he was freshly turned. not being able to handle his own blood intake , like a child. it was a vulnerability and he would keep it hidden for as long as possible. even if the stacking of dead animals gave away his lingering habits.

" have i ever told you how sweet your blood tastes ," a grin he knew once would've brought out a much happier side to louis. sometimes the guilty part of him wished they could be as they were ( before claudia ) . as if he had deluded himself into believing they had been happy. that claudia hadn't been a staple for their failing courtship. " always the sweetest , much nicer than anyone else's. "

as if he had to butter up his louis. as if it wasn't he who had offered.

[hechose]

❝ I’ll taste every part of you before the night has ended. ❞ // @heunmoor //

words pressed to his skin feel like a promise, one that armand fully intends to hold louis to. for all the ways armand, in his long years, has been a giving kind of lover, being with louis feels a lot like learning something new, something he has denied himself for so, so long now. it's not just about willing and wanting submission, it's about trusting the other person with so much more than just that. armand offers his heart to louis, in words and actions and, especially, here too. in open vulnerability. in daring to ask and want for more.

his breath comes out heavy-- a shake to it that with anyone else, armand might try to hide. so, so long of holding tightly to the reigns. keeping control. learning that it was okay to sometimes relent... it was a whirlwind for armand, but one that he adored in all the same ways and intensities that he adored louis.

armand eventually manages to get use of his hands again, enough to tug at louis, to pull him back to him. up and away from bare skin that already bloomed with evidence of their night. fingertips touch, delicate, adoring as they slide across louis' lips and-- armand smiles before he kisses him. feels light in a way he hasn't in too long.

"every part?" it's said with a half smirk, a raise of brow. a challenge blossoming within the brightness growing inside and god, he thinks there might just be heaven in the eyes of louis de pointe du lac.