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[desanctii]

❛  you must be mad , coming here like this .  ❜

"Not so mad yet," Came the gruff reply as the older blood drinker approached the safe house. It was no easy feat to force his feet through the quagmire of his resisting mind. The younger man mistook him. Madness was easy. Madness made the heart fly and the body move. This was no such thing. This was a boulder on his shoulder, slowly pushed uphill. Santino would prefer to be anywhere but here. But he was here. And in the minuscule changes of his expression, there was a thaw when the other vampire addressed him directly. His still black eyes were trained on Armand as he stopped in front of him. No folkloric belief was stronger than diplomacy and Santino was not going to enter where he was not welcome. At least not tonight, at least not with this one.

A low sigh gathered his resolve. He squared his shoulders under the stiff Armani coat that dressed him in simple, austere black. "I apologize. I should have announced myself sooner. You don't have to admit me if you'd rather turn me away."

[maggicktouched]

Alright, that's it. You're going to bed, and I'm not taking no for an answer. - i have no choice but to send this to daniel

"I've got to finish this chapter." Never mind that he'd taken off his glasses to rub his eyes five times in the last half hour and the screen on his computer was still painfully bright and blurring at the edges. It didn't matter how his aged back radiated with a throbbing pain every second he spent bent forward staring at the keyboard. This was the story; the one he'd been chasing for years. Now it was here in his lap, playing on repeat in his head even when his trembling fingers fumbled with the pause button on the recorder. He could feel it in his veins, imbuing him with more life than he'd felt in half a decade. What did sleep matter to him now?

This had to be perfect.

Daniel fit his glasses back on his face, only vaguely noting the way they ached when they settled back into the red indent of his flesh. He blinked until some semblance of moisture returned to his eyes, and began to type furiously once more.

[maggicktouched]

34﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  somewhere  they  shouldn’t  be .

Normally she avoided vampires. She'd been around enough of them with Harper and her experiments for a life time. As a general rule, even a whiff of the grave could send her scurrying the other way, but they were miles and miles beyond the magical borders of the Witch Wilds where it should have been impossible for a vampire to wander. She had done her best to deny her own curiosity. Let the witches in the village deal with it. She thought to herself one moment, and then the next she was looking down from atop a half-fallen tree at an ethereal beauty, walking the starlit paths of the sacred forest on silent feet. Was he even aware that what he was doing wasn't possible?

"You're very far from where you ought to be." The words couldn't come from her mouth, not in this form, but with magic, she could make the words from thin air. Her ear twitched. "Are you lost?"

[wylanvanarchive]

@honeyandpineapple sent: ❛   there is nothing to be afraid of.  ❜  

Wylan can't help the thin, reedy laugh that bursts from him. It hurts his bruised throat, steals his breath just as surely as Miggson and Prior's thick, cold hands.

They'd thought this building was empty. It's so late that it could be considered early again, and the side door had been cracked open as if in invitation. Wylan thought that he could hide here, at least for an hour or two, in the hope that it would be warmer, and his clothes might dry out a bit before he had to head back out into the frigid morning.

Of course they're not lucky. Of course they're found. Nothing to be afraid of, he says, like Wylan isn't soaked through and running for his life. Is the stranger before him another of his father's men, come to the finish the job?

They wish they'd kept hold of the rusty knife they stole on the bank of the canal and - Saints the body will surely have been found by now.

Wylan takes one shaky step back, his shoe squeaking wetly. "Come any closer and I'll tear your face off," he wheezes. With what? His fingernails? He feels like a cornered feral cat. "I'm not here to cause trouble, alright? Promise you won't tell anyone you saw me here and I'll be out of your hair."

[cursedviolinist]

@honeyandpineapple continued

His whole body tensed when he heard Armand's voice, an old terror he hadn't felt in decades coursing through his veins. As Nicolas turned around, he briefly considered throwing his violin at Armand's head and making a run for it, but he knew that Armand would see it coming and catch it. So he set his violin down in its case before he finally turned to face Armand.

"I wouldn't have, no. Is that why you waited until I was playing, because you knew I wouldn't notice?" It made perfect sense; something Nicolas should have seen coming. This was what he got for finally settling down somewhere; finally allowing himself the time to heal. "This is why I never stayed in one place long. I should have kept doing that. But you are relentless. You would have found me anyways."

[thedevilsjournalist]

Don’t you get it? You’re mine now!

@honeyandpineapple

Daniel raised his eyebrows, a devilish smirk forming on his face. "What? Is this about that waiter I flirted with earlier? Or was it the bartender I also flirted with?" He knew what he was doing. He knew back when he was flirting with the various men, because this was the exact reaction he wanted. Daniel loved when Armand got possessive. It could be frightening, but it was also something he found hot.

[sanguilta]

@honeyandpineapple​ asked: “ you’re too good for him ”   jealous / possessive  meme .

there   is   doubt   in   his   mind   as   he   hears   those   words.   a   long   time   ago,   louis   would’ve   thought   the   same.   he   is   higher   than   the   other.   that   lestat   was   the   worst   creature   he   had   met.   and   yet,   louis   understands   now   that   he   is   nothing   but   just   another   creature.   another   monster   of   a   different   caliber.   “I’m   just   better   at   hiding   it.”   the   vampire   points   out,   green   eyes   looking   into   those   red   ones   at   his   side,   before   sight   goes   to   the   sky   above   them.   “i’m   no   saint   or   a   martyr.   i’m   just   younger   than   he   is,   and   you   are.   my   sins   are   just   smaller.”  

 there   is   a   short   pause   as   he   considers   something   else,   a   smile   showing   into   his   lips.   “what’s   that   phrase,   young   people   say   these   days.   .   .when   is   a   monster   not   a   monster?   when   you   love   it?”   he   is   a   monster,   who   wants   to   not   be   seen   as   such.

[idontkillorphans]

“You’re not… how I thought you’d be.”

"...I won't lie, I'm pleased by that." this man shaped monster was not someone he wanted to please. Not by any means. But he was...curious. Most vampires waited till he was tipsy and then tried to kill him. Few approached him so openly and honestly about what he was, about what he did. But when you stank of death and dead mans blood, it was hard to be ignored by the other worldly. This one seemed no different, eternally young and beautiful. Always beautiful.

"would you let me finish my drink before we do anything?"