#lenfentisms

[chervbino]

“ you lied to me! “

ANGSTY MEME ✐ ( @lenfentisms )

The coven master stared at his unwanted responsibility locked up in that dungeon beneath the theater. Armand was covered in blood, and a pair of hands were right in front of his feet. Yes, he lied to Nicolas. He lured the insane little fledgling into the dungeons pretending that Eleni wanted to see him there, but in fact, Armand commanded everyone to leave and hunt so he could be alone with Nicolas.

He threw the machete onto the ground and picked up the cut-off hands instead. ❝Did I?❞ With the detached body parts, Armand walked over to a wooden box he prepared before. Almost carefully, put those pale hands into the box that was padded with red velvet fabric.

❝I have warned you, Nicki.❞ Armand closed the lid of the small wooden box and locked it. He put the box on the little table. Then he reached for a piece of linen he prepared and cleaned his bloodstained hands. ❝I told you to stop playing this gruesome melody; it is disturbing me and everyone else.❞

He stepped closer to the Vampire who was trapped behind the iron bars. Armand’s eyes flickered as, for the first time, he revealed an ounce of emotion behind the veil of indifference.

❝You will stay here for three days. You will not get any food until your mind resets with starvation. Don’t scream for Eleni. She will not come for you.❞

[deliratio]

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The ancient vampire sat in an armchair. Night Island was thriving, but Marius spent most of the time reading newspapers in the same room as Armand and Daniel. Louis had long left the Island, and after the intervention of Armand and Marius, Lestat had left as well. There weren’t many vampires left, and frankly, Marius only stayed for his fledgling and his fledgling.

This particular night, Marius left the building to give Daniel and Armand space as they were having an argument. He traced his long, light blond hair off his shoulder as soon as he stopped next to Nicolas. No word fell from Marius’s lips after he gave his unasked advice. He folded his hands in front of his body. There was no emotion showing on his face, nor was he offended by the younger vampire’s words.

A soft hum fell from his lips. “The past did not treat you well. Your body didn’t take the Dark Gift well. Lestat was too young.” He mused without really answering the questions. “Bury that longing for revenge; it will not get you anywhere.”

[deliratio]

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The Familiar widened his eyes a little bit upon hearing that it was normal. No matter how much time he had already spent with vampires, no matter how well aware he was of their perks, nothing could prepare him for the reveal of his one. It was not normal for a vampire to have bleeding hands. It was not normal to have hands sewn on to your body.

Carefully, Samir sat down next to the other after pulling out a handkerchief from his pockets. “Here, take this, then you don’t have to stain your own,” he said in a very friendly and soft-spoken manner. An encouraging little smile appeared on his lips. “Can I get you some blood? Will that help?” Could his magic help? Probably not. A little nervous, he traced through his dark locks. “What happened to your hands? Uhm…sorry, you don’t have to answer that if you don’t want to.”

[hereticxvixen]

“This was quite the party…” Medina hummed as she tossed the heart away as though it were meaningless to her. It probably was. She did not quite enjoy violence, especially not when it involved such gruesome matters. However, she could not exactly allow Nicolas to be torn to shreds. She was not entirely sure what had transpired here before her intervention, but for now, she did not feel as though questioning him would give her the desired answers. “How is it that whenever I find you, I also find you in trouble? First at that… curious, for lack of a better word, theater, and now here? Are you trying to place yourself in compromising situations, or are you merely orchestrating them in the hopes that I might come by? It would certainly be a curious way of gathering my full and devoted attention.” She mused softly before tenderly bringing her bloodstained fingers to her lips, gently tasting the blood.

“He certainly tasted like he was barely five years old… which makes me wonder whether we should even bother hiding anything. Perhaps we should focus on leaving instead, as I am not particularly eager to face the wrath of his sire.”

Not to mention the deeply frowned-upon act of vampires destroying other vampires. Although Medina had little trouble doing so if she believed said vampire was too violent or dangerous for their own good, or posed a threat to those she cared for… or to the world in general.

“And now bloodstained roses… how poetic of you. If I did not know any better, I would almost find it romantic. Almost.” A faint smile tugged at her lips. “However, as much as I appreciate the creative vision here, I suppose we cannot have this place looking like a crime scene.” With that, she murmured something in an old and forgotten language, the very sound of it enough to suggest that something unnatural was about to happen. A moment later, dark clouds gathered overhead, and rain poured from the heavens, washing the blood from the roses and stone alike.

“Excuse me for the fact that your clothes may now be ruined. Though, rain tends to be far more merciful than blood.” Her gaze drifted briefly toward the corpse hidden amongst the bushes. “Unfortunately, rain will not help us with that body… though that is nothing a quick inferno cannot fix. That is, of course, if you would allow me to help you with this mess.” Her eyes flickered back toward him, thoughtful and wary all at once.

“But like I mentioned before, that will likely spark an inferno of wrath from whoever sired this poor soul.”

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Night Island has become the main rescue and recovery place for their kind. After the destruction of the Queen and the horrible fate they had been through thanks to Lestat’s stupid little vendetta, they were all cramped here at this island Armand purchased for his former lover. Formerly, because Daniel’s mind had gone mad. He wouldn’t accept Armand by his side anymore, and it was Marius, Armand’s maker, who decided to take Daniel under his wing. Armand felt that there was no love anymore, and it confirmed everything he always preached: a fledgling will grow to hate their Maker. But never has Armand thought that this hatred would come to them so early on. Armand couldn't stand being around the partying crowd anymore, and if he was honest, he was slowly getting annoyed by Khayman and his countless attempts to make conversation with Armand. Leaving everyone to take a walk on the beach was the only way to get away from it all.

Armand held his hands clasped behind his back as he let his mind run wild. So many thoughts to torment him that he was almost tempted to hide himself somewhere he couldn’t be found ever again. And yet, it wasn’t loneliness he found but the company of no other but Nicolas, who didn’t perish in the fire.

Reluctantly, he accepted the invitation and sat next to his former coven member. And surprisingly, they didn’t snap at each other and managed to hold quite a civil conversation over this and that. Nothing seemed really meaningful until Nicolas mentioned that he would’ve taken Armand as a lover as some kind of revenge on Lestat. And he knew that those words were spoken with honesty. Silence had fallen over Armand for the longest time until he simply stated that they could still get revenge on Lestat. Maybe he didn't mean it, maybe he meant it. His love for Lestat was still there, but so was every other love he felt once for someone. Marius, Bianca, Louis, and especially Daniel. If Armand gives a piece of his heart away, he wouldn’t ask to get it back. And maybe he was lonely and broken right now, more than he wanted to admit. Armand wanted Daniel back, but his fledgling hated him so much. He wanted Lestat back, but they would never be more than somewhat friends.

And now he did what he shouldn’t do by leaning in further until there was no space between them anymore. Armand captured Nicolas’ lips with his own. It was a brief kiss that ended quickly as Armand tried to pull back. But it didn’t seem to satisfy Nicolas. Armand gasped inaudibly when his back touched the sand upon Nicolas crashing into him. Their lips moved against each other aggressively. The vampire’s fingers grasped onto Nicolas’ clothes as they fought for dominance with their lips and bodies alike. They rolled around in the sand, tongues wrestled for dominance, and teeth got way too involved as well. And for a while, he let Nicolas play until he rolled them over again.

Armand straddled Nicolas’ hips, and one hand came to rest next to the younger vampire’s head. “As if you care for your cardboard,” he muttered before their lips touched again. Much more aggressively than before, Armand sank his teeth into Nicolas’ bottom lip. It must be enough to be at least a bit painful.  But at the same time, he’d let Nicolas change their position again if he tried. “You can play games with Lestat. But you cannot play games with me. Keep that in mind.” He narrowed his eyes as a warning. “And now show me how much you still hate him.”