#lenfentisms

[chervbino]

Continuation of the tale with @lenfentisms

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.” 

[strxgxi]

Continued from x.

“ But Lenora..” Daniel continued to call him his ex wife’s name, trying to pull away as he was still worried about his baby girl that wasn’t even present. He was getting worse as time went on. What a damn fool the old man was to travel Paris alone! Luckily, a vampire had found him and enjoyed his company. He was even trying to take care of him in the only ways he knew how. Of course right now, he was completely unaware of that. Right now he was deep in his hallucinations.

But then he smiled sweetly at the mention of the name Nicolas. “ I knew a Nicolas once. Did I ever tell you about him, honey? You won’t believe me. You never do, you say I scare the kids with my vampire talk, but they’re real. His story.. what happened to him was a sad and terrible thing, but he was reborn. He liked to be tough, but his eyes were gentle and loving. Do you know it scared me with how fast I fell for him, Lenora? I fell in love with him so easily. Yes Lenora, a man. Well, a male vampire. I think I was a burden to him though, “

Daniel frowned as he was guided to bed. Just being told Violet was away, that she was grown up, helped in a way. “ Then she’s safe? Good, good. “ He pulled his arms out of the blanket and reached out to put his hand atop his. There was great silence between them for long moments until something seemed to click in his continually shrinking brain.

Cold skin! His eyes widened slightly, but then he smiled. “ No.. no you’re *my* Nicolas. “ He squeezed the top of his hands. “ I’m sorry I’m such a burden, mon amour. “ Je wanted to tell him he should find himself a younger man to chase after, someone better than him, but Daniel was selfish. He had fallen for Nicolas and he didn’t want to share him with anyone. He was also the only person he had left in this world. “ I’m sorry I’m such a burden. You deserve me at my best, not my worst. “

He reached up then and cupped his cheek. He started to speak, but even the tough hearted journalist’s voice shook, and his eyes trembled.“ Tell me you love me ? Before I forget who you are again, forget where I am again.. “

@lenfentisms

[asynjja]

What is Moa's scent like? Are they into perfumes or more natural?

I'm dishing out random unhinged headcanon questions and accepting them as well <3

This is my favourite question!! Because 10 or so years ago I remember distinctly saying she wears a masculine scent with black currant and vetiver accords. Beyond that little memory from ages ago though, I love yapping about Moa and gender in general – and this really just gives me more opportunity to do so. 🙂‍↕️

She’s not particularly feminine, which is not just owed to her physique but also her general way of carrying herself – a friend of mine loves calling her out for adopting male names throughout history (which is a different story) – and she also wears masculine clothes and masculine scents. It’s of course somewhere tied to her bisexuality and, odd as it sounds, some unhealthy views of masculinity (think Machiavellianism) that she adopted throughout her life. And interestingly enough, she feminises herself in relationships with men when she believes that they would like that? So she has a couple different perfumes at home, from very masculine to (sensually) feminine.

I don’t think she would ever wear gourmand scents, though, despite loving them on women. It’s a very interesting thing that she tends to like a type of woman that she herself does not feel comfortable portraying, because even at her most feminine, it’s a very… elegant kind of feminine at best, not a girly feminine. Like it’s very… Scandinavian minimalist.

I might actually take notes the next time I go to a perfume shop and write down two or three perfumes that she might have at home!

[deliratio]

Continued from here with @lenfentisms

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]

Continued from here with @lenfentisms

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.”

[chervbino]

You've got this. And if you don't, we've got this.

STUCK WITH ME › ( @lenfentisms )

His free hand traced over Nicolas’ hand before his fingers slipped between those of the borrowed hand that was about to fall off again within the next few days. Armand held a machete in his other hand. 

❝Oh look at you. One could almost consider us murder husbands when you say stuff like that.❞ 

Armand almost sounded a little amused by his own words and the mere thought of them being considered husbands. With his thumb, he caressed the back of the other’s hand before pointing the tip of his machete at the building in front of him. They were in the middle of a graveyard on the outskirts of London. The children of darkness have long been destroyed, but now, after the Apocalypse has not destroyed them all, new Children of Darkness are forming all over the continent. 

A few days ago, Armand found out that a new coven was forming in London, obeying the old laws and doing the old rituals. It was concerning enough to step in already before the coven could get bigger and become a problem to their (more or less) peaceful life in London.

❝Remember the plan, Nicki. We kill them all besides the one with the skilled hands. I will mindfuck him, he will come with us, and then we will try to replace your hands with his. Vampiric hands might last a little longer, but we need to try it out first.❞ 

[lestlio]

“One more round, and I might actually tell you what I’m thinking.”

𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 (starters inspired by too many drinks, city lights, and the kind of honesty that only comes after midnight) meme

"I  agree  we  shouldn't  drink  anymore."  The  room  seemed  to  be  buzzing  with  excitement  or  maybe  that  was  the  bottle  of  wine  they  had  just  drank  together.  Either  way  he  was  right  where  he  wanted  to  be.  In  Paris  with  his  Nicki.  Fingers  came  to  rest  at  his  lips  as  there  was  a  playful  glint  in  his  eyes.  "Tell  me  your  thoughts."  He  asks  softly,  brushes  his  fingers  across  his  lips  till  he  uses  them  to  rest  his  head  on.  "W-what-"  He  stops,  bites  his  lips  and  chuckles.  Yes,  they  both  definitely  had  enough  if  he  was  not  paying  attention  to  his  stutter.  "What  you  think  is  important,  Nicki."  He  says  the  word  softly  as  his  blue  eyes  meet  his  darker  ones  he’d  reach  out  if  they  weren't  still  in  public  and  hold  his  hand  and  kiss  the  back  of  it. 

“I’ll  tell  you  what  I’m  thinking.”  He  offered  as  his  bite  down  on  one  of  his  nails.  “We  should  stagger  home  together." 

[chervbino]

Why are you still here? I mean, you could go anywhere. Be with anyone.

STUCK WITH ME › ( @lenfentisms )

Almost way too gentle fingers took hold of the stolen hand. With careful movements, Armand turned Nicolas’ hand a little bit from one side to the other. His thumb traced over the stitches, and his brows furrowed at seeing that those were not appropriate for skin. He could tell that those stitches were done by someone who knew how to sew fabrics. But skin was not a common fabric. Not long anymore and they would have to look for new hands for Nicolas. Armand pierced the pad of his thumb with the pointy nail of his index finger. The bleeding pad of his thumb traced slowly over the stitches. Armand’s blood was old and powerful, but it couldn’t heal the inevitable. But he could prolong the process of Nicolas having to change his hands for a little longer. Maybe a day, maybe two, but it won’t be a forever-bandaid. 

❝Yes, I could,❞ Armand didn’t look up. He watched the skin healing in a few places instead. His voice remained soothing but without any sign of emotion lingering in it. And that was mainly due to the fact that he didn’t have any strong feelings right now. He knew what Nicolas meant, and he knew where the younger vampire was coming from, but right now, Armand had no intention of provoking a fight. But could he be with anyone? Questionable.

Slowly, he shook his head a little bit. ❝I am where I want to be.❞ Armand let go of  Nicolas’ hand and reached for the other to repeat his actions there. ❝Do I need a reason? Do you need a reason to still be here? You could go anywhere else too.❞ Finally, the older vampire lifted his gaze while at the same time, he slipped his fingers between Nicolas’ ❝But you are still here, with me.❞ He pulled the stolen hand closer to his lips. ❝You are still longing for me. Now, my handsome Nicolas, instead of lamenting, we shall visit a theater, don’t you agree? You need new hands, and this time, I shall be the one attaching them to you. Your stitches are made for the finest fabric but not for skin.❞ And with those words, he placed a kiss on those knuckles.