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Daniel appeared in the doorway, silent as a shadow, head leaning against the frame. His hair was messy but he looked well fed. Warm, even. He wore faded jeans, no shoes and his blue hoody sported a disturbing, dark stain down the middle of his chest.

“Hello.“ he said quietly, his eyes lighting up a bit, seeing the new guest was Lestat.

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#hxllion #Blood and Gold era

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“Lestat, you’re overreacting” Nicolas whined, voice flat with congestion. “It’s a cold, not the plague. You don’t have to turn our room into the Hôtel-Dieu.” He coughed thrice into his arm before accepting the warm bowl, sipping slowly at the broth. “Come on. Pass me the script, I can still go over your lines with you.”

#hxllion #a mindless beam of sunlight

[ hold ] – for your muse to hold my muse (pls god I need these two idiots being loving to each other for once )

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“Your heart is a weapon.”

Lestat had been quiet, uncharacteristically so, in the days since Akasha’s defeat. Mourning, in a sense, Armand supposed - even after everything that had happened. Still, in the spaces which fell between his fervent writing, Lestat seemed to enjoy his island and perhaps years ago, that sense of accomplishment alone would have had his little heart singing. But now? ...Now he didn’t know what it was that he wanted to offer Lestat, but the desperate longing, at least, had faded over time and left in its wake a reluctant fondness.

“That being said, I hope you feel no sense of misplaced guilt. As unusual an occurrence as this is -- for once, it isn’t your fault.” He shifted from where he leaned against the doorway to the small, private parlour where Lestat had retreated to for the time being and made his way further into the room.

It did not necessarily start out as an embrace, as Armand lowered himself onto the arm of Lestat’s chair -- more of a one-sided hug, with Armand’s arm slipped around the other’s shoulders a little stiffly, an exhale leaving him.

#// he said 'tell anyone about this and you're dead' c:#hxllion

@hxllion asked: “💖 do your worst!”

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ah! some characters have a very strong voice, you know? lestat is one of them - he has such a distinctness to him and you really reached in and pulled it out! I can audibly hear him when I read your replies to others (and I do). he is a character with such intense natural charisma and you capture that, you pull out his vivacity and make it feel easy to see why he has that casual enchantment to him. and your journal - so many many many posts about him, detailing your thoughts and observations and the things that make him tick.

(I always personally love to get to see these internal mechanisms of a character too, because so often there’s not always a chance to demonstrate it in roleplay, even as much as we, as writers ourselves, know it’s there in our own characters)

it’s obvious how much time and love you’ve poured into your portrayal! and with so much content about him, it’s especially impressive, and it shows when it comes to what a delight it is to read!

#hxllion #ooc.

If you could turn back time, would you still choose to be as you are now? Or would you choose death?

There’s a meaningful, protracted silence. “I have contemplated this very question many times. What choice would I make, knowing all that I know now, with all the understanding I now possess about the nature of the thing I embarked on that night, when I all but bore my throat to Lestat, and begged, in not to very many words, to be transformed? I hadn’t the courage for death, but I couldn’t endure life, either. I chose what seemed to me, then, to be both. It was certainly a kind of death, I presided over the passing of the man that I had been before the change that very night. But that man had been a fool, he had wasted... so much precious time, blundering as mortals do, thinking that their lives are long, and that there will always be more time. This is a common mistake of the young, to think there will always be more time. I was one of those, I wouldn’t call it arrogance, but disregard. I had no idea how precious my life was. I understood that the lives of others were precious. Paul, for example. I couldn’t comprehend that Paul had been stolen from life so soon, while I endured. What was life to me? Obligation, I was blind to it. I only understood how precious it was until I became a vampire, and by that time it was too late. I will never know, now, what my life could have been. I may have been killed in a duel. I might have lost myself to the drinking and died that way. My mind might have recovered from the loss of Paul but my soul would never be healed, the kind of existence I might have known would not have been, in either case, a happy one. It seemed my choices were narrowed so that I could either abandon mortality or die. And without the stomach to end my own life, naturally, I gave myself over to Lestat. But you want to know if I would still make the same choice, if I could return to that moment. It would mean that I should suffer the years as I have, the same loss. It would mean knowingly repeating the same vital mistakes. But I would. I have seen more beauty in one night as a vampire than I ever saw in a thousand radiant days, no matter how much I might now miss it. The beauty of the world was closed to me before. I was blind to it. I have known such a profound respect for life because my eyes were opened, and I understand now that there truly was no choice. Choice, free will, these are often illusions, from the moment I laid eyes on Lestat I was irrevocably lost, my life became tied to his life and so it was vital that the severance in death never come. I had to be born to this darkness, as I call it, to know him, to know all that would proceed from him and from the endless experience that was my being a vampire. I can never go back, I could never change the mind of the stubborn suffering creature I was, who made me what I am now, and gave his life in exchange for eternity. And perhaps I wouldn’t try. Perhaps he was right.”

#asks #// thank you I loved doing this ;-;#hxllion

Vampire Chronicles?

Send me a fandom and I'll tell you what character I would RP from that fandom. II not accepting II

ooc;; claudia. yes. so many times in the past i have been tempted to RP as her, but for some reason or another, i always stop, but sometimes that temptation comes back every now and then, ngl.

#hxllion #!ask #{ house meeting! } ;; ooc

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The sun had faded over the horizon moments ago, lights outside dimming and most outside activity beginning to calm. Mothers were home beginning supper for their families and fathers were coming home from a day of work. Nocturnal life outside was beining to shift and those inside the Rue Royale were finally rising from their day slumber. As part of the routine the petite had developed with her new family, Claudia rose from the coffin she shared with Louis. Filled with childish excitement, she was eager to reach up in attempt to lift the lid until Louis longer arms finished the job. Lamps were already lit to welcome them into the evening and, if she had to guess, Lestat was already awake. Louis fatherly affections were enough to persuade her to linger with him but this evening she had woke with a more adventurous spirit.

The petite crawled out of the coffin and rushed off to her room to dress for the evening. Suiting a lovely pink gown, she was soon skipping about in search for Lestat. The tapping of her little feet echoed throughout the silence before a hum from her lips soon followed. "Papa?" Her voice a whimsical flutter almost like a birds chirping, beautiful and delicate like her. "Papa?"

#hxllion #lestat mon cher #past #I hope this is alright

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Send me a ★ and i'll answer...

If we kissed:

[] This wouldn’t happen.

[x] Oh disgusting.

[x] Again, again.

[x] Kiss you back.

[x] Let’s take this to the bedroom.

[x] Slap/Push you away.

If you asked me out I’d say:

[x] Um no. (he would think it’s a trap haha)