#interviewedthevampire

[moral-cipher]

Why did you make Daniel sleep with all those strangers?

Why do you think? He couldn't sleep with me, could he.

[devilsfool]

I do really mean impressions of you. They make people laugh because they're true.

Anonymously tell my muse something you'd never say to their face.

Daniel?

[ourbotticelliangel]

Daniel tilted Armand’s chin up towards him and placed a kiss on his lips. “Whatever you like.”

Keeping close his lips ghosted over Daniel’s as he spoke. “All I desire is you. That you accept me and I no more fear you shall flee.”

[ourbotticelliangel]

“I’m teasing you. “ he gets closer “what sorts of desires do you have tonight?”

Worrying his lip the pale flesh seemed to deepen in color. “Ones that lead to parting a barrier and exploring territory.”

[ourbotticelliangel]

“Desires, you say ?”

“Must I repeat myself? Do you refuse me?”

[ourbotticelliangel]

“I’m willing to try to change your mind. But how important are the plans you have? I’d hate to keel you from anything.”

“I do not believe you could keep me from anything important. I can handle those matters later but you are not among those desires I can simply set aside.”

[ourbotticelliangel]

“You busy tonight?”

Raising a single brow he glanced at the blonde. “And if I am will you change my mind?”

[bloodstrung]

@interviewed-the-vampire

Daniel’s gaze was suddenly met by the other Vampire. He had been spotted, which was exactly what he had been hoping for. He was unsure what he was up against, but he doubted that it could be too bad. He decided to approach the other. “Hungry?” Daniel asked.

“Not even a little bit.” Nicolas regarded the stranger with distant interest. He quite despised the company of his oh so beautiful brothers and sisters in the Blood. Vampires were evil creatures, and perverse. He knew this best, of course, due to experience. He turned his gaze back to the woman. She was nothing much to look at, really. Tired, overworked, trying to be a good mother while she felt like her life was simply wasting away around her. He wanted her more than anything in this moment. But hungry? No, he truly wasn’t hungry. 

“I don’t suppose we’ve met.” His words curled strangely with how heavy his French accent still was and how his sarcastic tone amplified the effect. Nicolas didn’t truly like the English language. It lacked depth where phonetics were concerned.