#marius.

[deliratio]

continued from here with @bratxprincexlestat

Bringing his very impatient and overly active youngling to a fundraising event like this one. He could feel and hear Lestat’s distress and growing irritation, and so he guided the younger Vampire out on the balcony at some point before one of those mortals could end up with a book being thrown against their head. And it wasn’t even surprising that Lestat went on yapping and ranting once they were out of sight.

Marius took his hands out of his dark red coat’s pockets and traced his long, pale fingers over the younger Vampire’s cheek. Cobalt blue eyes lingered on that pretty face in front of him, but instead of saying something, Marius leaned in just enough that he could steal a soft, lingering kiss from those always yapping lips. By now, the ancient Vampire learned that the little Brat Prince couldn’t be tamed with scolding words or a sharp gaze. It worked for others in the past, but he didn’t consider that the little brat would once again mess with his hair.

Even before Marius could intervene, the tie that kept his silken, long silver-blond tresses together was removed, and made his hair fall over his shoulders until Lestat ran his fingers through them again. Oh, he vividly remembered the last time he cut his hair short for the occasion of the day. Lestat did not approve it much, or whatever the gasp meant, it hadn’t been a compliment.

“What did I tell you about my hair?” Marius said after he pulled back from the kiss again. There was a tiny bit of a scolding tone in his voice, but it was rather masked by a hint of amusement. His hand cupped the side of Lestat’s face. The cold, fair thumb caressed along the younger Vampire’s jaw just so slightly. Marius’s free hand traced long strands of hair behind his ear before he leaned down once more to kiss the younger vampire’s lips a second time. It was a chaste kiss, maybe too chaste for Lestat’s liking, but Marius was not known to be a man of public affection.

His long fingers took the hair tie back from Lestat’s hand. Skilled fingers gathered the long, silken tresses again and put them back into a ponytail. After he stood straight again. Next time, he should opt for a bun or cut his hair short again.

“Do you remember what I told you about fundraising and public events like that?” he asked calmly. “We must appear, but we mustn’t leave an impression. They shall see us, but they shan’t remember us.” He offered Lestat his hand as an invitation to go inside. “But I praise you for enduring that, admittedly, tiring conversation for so long. We shall leave, unless you intend to continue the conversation on paint. But we have to see the tailor to get our suits for the Vienna Opera Ball tomorrow night.” Marius sighed as he was not eager to attend the ball. It was a gathering place of vampires, but at the same time, it was necessary to make his presence known at times.

[ad-hawkeye]

I understand the concept of Cat Man Artem getting a dog instead of a cat to balance his personality, but I am HEARTBROKEN he didn't get to be a cat dad 😔😔💔

ANON, RIGHT?! I WAS A LITTLE SHAKEN AND STIRRED

like do NOT get me wrong, there's something SO fucking funny about artem getting this tiny puff ball of a dog. and i love it. genuinely.

but part of me is a LITTLE sad we will never get artem coming into work late bc the cat swatted a really expensive knick knack off his shelf and that was a GIFT but he can't be mad for too long because Look At The Cat's Big Ol Eyes and--

you know. maybe the puff ball pomeranian will eat his nice leather shoes. i will pray for this

[xliilith]

where. the embussy who. @mariuswrathful​

Rome had been shaping up to be an interesting city, within it an even more interesting span of supernaturals. Ones that seemed to mingle with humans as if they had belonged together since the dawn of time, as if they hadn’t been at each others’ throats. It was all a ruse though, was it not? For Lilith had beautiful insider information on The Eye, who hunted after the supernatural, and on the demons, who dragged humans into the fiery depths of Hell. Speaking of... “Mari, darling, tell me of the fun you’ve been having.” It was a wicked look in her features, for Lilith knew of the souls but wished to know what else this city had to offer. And though she knew of the history that settled between the demon and Remus, Marius was still just that, a demon and one that meant a great deal to her.

[deliratio]

OPEN TO ✱ everyone ( 21+ )

MUSE ✱ Marius de Romanus / forever 40 y/o / ancient vampire

“I told you not to move.” A pale hand with long fingers, pointed nails, and heavy rings touched the person on the shoulder and pushed them down onto the pillows with inhuman strength that could leave a bruise behind. Cobalt blue eyes observed the unfortunate person who had to lie still for hours just so Marius could paint them in silence. A sigh of pure disappointment slipped past Marius’ lips as he put his brush aside. “What’s troubling you so much that you cannot stop squirming?”

[deliratio]

🌺 – braids flowers into your muse’s hair. (I don't give a FEK you didn't reblog the meme and for either Samir or Marius cause they're the only ones that got hair length)

@bratxprincexlestat

Maybe Anthony should’ve warned Marius about how high-maintenance Lestat really was, especially during the first days of Anthony’s absence. Marius did his very best to distract Lestat by teaching him the basics of professional painting. But there was this sadness deep inside Lestat that kept him worried.

They went on a stroll through Florence for the mere purpose of finding someone for Lestat to consume, but the young vampire wasn’t even in the mood to feed. They retreated back to Marius’ residence in Florence, where they spent some time in the garden that belonged to the residence. The older vampire paid a few mortals to keep the gardens well-maintained.

Marius sat down on a bench while Lestat eyed the flowers. For a moment, the older vampire watched him and then gestured to the flowers. “Do it,” he said in a gentle voice. “Your thoughts are loud, young one. If you really want to braid my hair, go ahead.” Usually, he wouldn’t allow anyone to do this. Amadeo used to be the only exception, but Lestat was not in a good mood, and if that helped the young one, Marius would sit still.

And so he watched Lestat collecting some flowers before he started braiding the long, silver-blond hair. Marius’ hair was as soft as silk even without brushing it several times, and it amused him how Lestat started to get his temper back by the fact that the flowers didn’t seem to want to stick to Marius’ hair at first.

“Careful, young one. Don’t get too angry with my hair.”

[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]

Eleven bags of his belongings were carried and donated to the donation station eleven minutes earlier and now he could shop, dragging the poor Ancient with him to endure the hellscape that was a triple unit thrift shop at peak rush the last hour before they close.

"My husband is very passionate about charity. It was his one big stipulation, thifted outfits" Lestat mused to Marius growing increasingly more frustrated when nothing he liked was his size. "He's very sweet like that, cares about the planet and our impact. I have budgets now. Budgets"

Lestat looked at Marius as if to say I know right? Lestat was not necessarily spend happy but he was impulsive. He figured that Marius being a painted and artistic would have a good eye for colour and would help him find something for the party. "Hm...too blue. The sleeves are nice though"

@bratxprincexlestat

Marius wasn’t sure what he got himself into. Everything about this place was odd to him. Why would you give your old stuff away to buy old stuff from other people? The tall, blond man kept his hands folded in front of him as he walked next to Lestat. It was the way Marius carried himself that made him appear out of place at times. Walking in that perfect straight posture of a statue, his facial expression indifferent and without emotion, just like a perfect mask that wouldn’t give away anything. His long, white-blond hair was smooth and silken, hanging loose on his back. Cobalt blue eyes moved from the tags of clothes to Lestat’s seemingly frustrated face. Why would he shop in a place like that? What has this witch assistant done to Lestat, who never had any qualms throwing out his money left and right whenever there was an obstacle coming his way?

“I’m still surprised you two got married,” Marius answered calmly without any accusation lingering in his tone. Why should he accuse Lestat of anything or scold him when there was nothing to scold? It was just an odd choice of a companion. 

Their gazes met, and a soft sparkle of amusement seemed to appear in those bright blue eyes upon being revealed to Lestat, being on a budget. “And you listen to him?” Almost as if he was floating, Marius walked over to another rag of clothes as the bright red colours seemed to draw him in quickly. But he would make sure not to point those clothes out to Lestat. The young vampire wore too much red anyway.

“Have you done some seasonal colour analysis yet? What are you? Summer? Autumn? You may want to wear more salmon. I ought, red and blue are not your colours.” Marius hummed a little. “Green. Maybe green.” Marius pointed at a green jacket with some obnoxious feather-stuff on the sleeves.