#post qotd

[auburnandamberangel]

"I thought I'd find you here."

Armand had been staring out at the ocean from his private beach cove, syncing his body to its melodic waves. His little sanctuary for himself and Daniel currently had a varied mix of house guests - some of which wouldn't be his ideal choice. But after the armageddon of their kind, to refuse to play host seemed churlish. His inner thoughts not always uniform or as measured as he'd like, he felt exposed in a way he hadn't in centuries. With this in mind, he forgave himself, not hearing a much older vampire approach him from behind until they spoke. He should have at least heard Marius' heartbeat or soft footfalls on the sand even if his other senses were blind to his maker.

Armand could have replied a thousand things. But chose this instead. Having Marius physically near was still something he had yet become accustomed to. Since the fervour of reunion had cooled after Sonomo, he was unsure of their future whilst reconcilling their past. "A poor host for having to be found."

[hautecompress]

The Lighthouse

The lamp was always lit at Rue Royal, a lighthouse in a sea of black, drawing Louis home. Lestat had left it on, of course—he always did. His way of reminding Louis that he was expected back, that Lestat would miss him if he decided to turn heel and run. He wouldn’t, of course. Louis had long since given up any impression that he may want something more than their little life together.

 Lestat was his maker, his lover. His friend. They were fated companions, locked in the tender embrace of time. He had accepted it, made peace with it—fallen in love with it.

 Now he walked lazily and with a small smile towards that light, a clutch of white moonflowers in his fist. They’d reminded him, distinctly, of Lestat’s fair curls, his brilliant smile. At the gate, Louis fished out his keys, glancing around him out of habit. It had been several decades since the entire world had conspired to destroy his lover, and yet he was still constantly on alert. The loss of Lestat a second time would be unbearable.

 He locked the gate tight behind him, wandering up to the oak door with a song on his breath. Something sweet he’d heard on the radio, a love song. There were always so many love songs.

 Louis pushed open the door and shut it behind him, careful to secure each lock before climbing gracefully up the stairs into the foyer. Distantly, he could hear the sound of the piano al affettuoso.

 “Les?” he said, in his quiet way, brushing aside the lavish drapes into the playing room.

[violeteyedvampiremolloy]

//Spent a good while making this and another version of Daniel Molloy Night Island vampire edition using this link

[auburnandamberangel]

‘🌕’

Armand was hunting alone tonight, all was quiet on the Night Island. Just himself and Daniel for the most part. A year had passed since the last gathering, peace after the mass culling of their kind by Akasha. The mother of their ilk, turning on her offspring. A year since he had brought his lover over. The best and worst of his sins. Beautiful Daniel, no-one else warmed this modern incarnation of his ancient heart in quite the same way as his minion. Closer than ever, yet tonight they couldn't feel further apart. A distance which spoke of not only physical miles, but harmony of souls. As one, at odds - a duality hard to ignore as much as the former coven master wished it wasn't so. Each disagreement felt like the end. One day Daniel just wouldn't come back. On author business he'd said...

Staring up at the constant silvery moon, a cloudless warm night in Miami. Melancholy replaced by alertness. Another vampire, he could hear the heady rhythm. The lack of presence otherwise meant it was a blood tie. Reaching out with the mind gift to piggyback mortals eyes he started. Marius. Was this a pleasant surprise or an intrusion?

[violeteyedvampiremolloy]

And this one too. Because Daniels aesthetic has to involve a chunky hoodie that Armand will steal. Here's the maker by 5eyed here

I made two Armand versions too for my other muses blog @auburnandamberangel

I'll post those tomorrow

[auburnandamberangel]

🌹

for every "🌹" received in my inbox i'll post one random sentence of a random WIP i'm currently writing:

Daniel paused, used a thumb to mark his place, and fished his own device out of his denim jacket a well loved garment. He’d not changed his number yet, telling. Caller ID on display. I worried at my bottom lip, not sure how I’d react if he ignored it.

*'Hello', startled as I heard his voice, almost forgot the phone was at my ear. A fool for love, even when it’s lost.

[violeteyedvampiremolloy]

Miami Limbo

Dead but not buried. A new lease of life, a thing to rejoice surely!? That he wasn't gone forever - saved by the love of his life from the jaws of death. A story worthy of a novel. One he'd pen himself oneday, content with his chapter in Lestats book for now. So why was a said love of his life acting as if he was far away. Not out of sight but out of mind, still mourning his mortality. Convinced he was avoiding the inevitable destruction of them. Every fledgling eventually hated their maker. He was all about proving against the norm.

It wasn't as if they were always at loggerheads. Some days, weeks they were the picture perfect happy couple, lost in the honeymoon stage, the Night Island to themselves all their guests had scattered. It was a good day when Daniel woke from the death sleep, Armands weight next to his own. Hands reaching out to instinctually stroke through auburn curls even before he opened his eyes fully. Charmed that he'd waited or come back to bed to await his rise.

Tonight wasn't one of those days. Damn him. Damn Marius. Damn himself. He could smell blood, not his own. Tears. Getting up and padding out of the room and out into the lounge. Armand on the balcony. Staring out into the Night, no traces of those tears now on that perfect profile. "Hey." Saying evwning usually made Armand tense, so neautral hey it was now. Sliding arms about the smaller vampires waist, breathing in the just woken smell. "Come back to bed for a bit. I'm hungry, but it's still warm for you." Hungering for him more than a feed, his touches, the dusky scent that was purely his makers, behind his ears and in the nook of his neck. Relieved his lover didn't recoil from him entirely but a sad reticence existed, tangible. No matter how much Armand leaned into his touches and form. A uphill struggle some nights. Like tonight. "Or we could just go pirate hunting. Clean up together later."

"So hungry, beloved." Voice smooth like velvet as always, but a heavy emotion in there too.

"For blood or for you?" I asked hoping against hope tonight was a good night.

"Perhaps both..." Famished newling he'd often call him. No little drinks for him yet. Too soon. Small smile then. A victory if minute.

"You can just watch." Twinkle in my eye, sass dripping so easily from my tongue.

Slow closing of your eyes, you'd liked to watch alot once upon a time. But that had been living life, not taking it. A distinction. "Lets hunt pirate later if you're still hungry. I have a meeting." Gentle kiss to my forehead then like a blink you were gone. Maybe one day I could move faster than a speeding bullet too.

So I drank of a few drunks that night. Drowned my sorrows the best way I knew how. Thats how I ended up in an alley way punching a hole through a brick wall. Too late realising by the prickling of my frontal lobe another vampire was nearby.

[auburnandamberangel]

Pangs of the future (closed thread with @dannymolloy)

I was out of the balcony surveying the surrounding sea. No others thoughts encroached mine, not even the lack of therein. The others had left, finally. Even Marius. We’d reunited but the chasm between us was the same as it had been prior to this remeeting. No real communicatijg had been forthcoming. So this impasse continues. Myself and Daniel had our Island back, this palace to themselves. Had my fledgling ever looked as beguiling as now?, barely dead he appeared so full of life. Riding high on the euphoria of the change, of the blood, my blood zinging through ever fibre of his being. I’d never been this intimate with anyone of something so purely my essence. I could count on one hand those who’d had the pleasure of my blood. Daniel is the first and only born. I tried to recapture this ‘on top of the world feelings’. Knowing how I’d felt when I’d cheated death for the second time in my short life. Such naiviety i just did not possess now. A shadow of Amadeo, of then. I wanted to articulate these plethora of emotions to him. Yet couldn’t fathom where to begin, as if the silence that curtained between us extended to the tongue in my head and not just my mind. The best years of my centuries here and now. Curled against this brave man, head on his heart. Relishing each chambers melody. Yet I was treating Daniel, my beloved as of he had died and this was my mourning period. I was in a waxing December, he in the immortal buds of May. How can I break these self destructive habits, embracing him and his love as he wishes me too? A flash of movement. There he was coming out to stand next to me. The wind caressing those trademark errant locks.