#razedinashes

[devilsfool]

Send 🔓for my muse to reveal a secret they have been keeping

God, Louis. I hate Keats.

[nodominion]

If you could only stay connected to five other vampires who would they be and why?

Lestat. He’s been my father for as long as I can remember. I can’t lose him. Not ever.

Viktor. He has my soul. He is my love. I cannot imagine not waking next to him. In fact, I did for a bit. And while I survived, I’d much rather him be by my side.

Miller. I can’t leave out my best friend. Having him gone for a while was terrible, and I’m glad he’s back, even if he isn’t at the castle. 

Daniel. He’s like a big brother, though we have different makers. I can’t imagine not talking to him ever again. 

Louis. Can’t really interact with Lestat and not Louis. Though we’re not very close, not as much as I’d like.

[miller-mayfair]

"Good call, to cut and run at the first true upheaval. Lestat would only wound you again and again if you stayed. No good times are worth that heartache. You'll still visit me from time to time, won't you?"

An irked stare of dark eyes viewed Louis’ face.  “Are you being sarcastic right now?  Because I feel like I’m detecting sarcasm.”

[shinto-serpent-blog]

My first post here.  Good to see you, old friends.

@thelionscrimsonclaws @razedinashes

[marquisdeuxames]

Closed || razedinashes

He leaned back against the rough bark of the large shade tree and tilted his head unconsciously. He was fascinated by the sheer number of baked goods being produced from this small kitchen and the boy working frantically upon his task. There was something terribly wrong here and yet, he was fascinated, making no move to betray his presence and interrupt. The warm scent of sugar and vanilla had filled the neighborhood. It had drawn Louis. It smelled of home, comfort, security. It brought back memories of his mortal life, another life. @marquisdeuxames

An empty place was fouhnd for the new batch of cookies. He sat the tray in the window to cool off. Out in the shadows it looked like a person was standing in his backyard. Etienne blinked a few times. The shadowy figure was still there, leaning against a tree. It’s probably nothing. Etienne shook his head. Blond hair flying about his shoulders. The sleep deprivation must be getting to him. He turned away from the window to fetch a clean tin. He had run out of those too. Soon he will need to find a new way to store the baked goods.

Lavender macarons were the next thing he baked. The vanilla and bergamot cookies were placed in a tin. He cleaned off the tray before carefully squeezing out round drops of purple batter. Etienne dropped the tray a few times against the counter to knock out air. Loud clanging echoed throughout his kitchen. Admittedly, it was his favorite part of the process. Finally the tray is popped into the oven. Etienne could feel the exhaustion in his bone, but still refused to sleep. Instead he leaned against the counter. A cold teacup cradled in his hands.

@razedinashes

[viktor-de-lioncourt]

Who do you love?

I love plenty of people.

I love Rose, and my father.  I love Fareed, Seth and Dr. Gilman.

I love Louis, David and Rian who have become an extended family to me.

I’m not sure if there is more to the question than that?

[thewhitehowlerrisingseriesp]

The Perfection of An Ambush (Third Person)

28 steps from the dark pond to the field bent heavy and low with wheat. The harvest would come upon them soon and the village would again have grains to make their signature breads and the delicate pastries they'd been making for centuries. Exports would also happen. Calculations for sacks of grains by the truck load. But he wasn't doing math at the the moment. He was naked and the towel wrapped around his neck was full of water. His clothing hung yards away in the hearty sapling. He was already dry, using the damp towel as a pillow atop the cradle of his hands. Pale grey eyes reflected the sea of stars that swam overhead in the clearing. His smile was easy, light. It took the span of two heartbeats to recognise that the night creatures had vanished. No cricket chirped or owl called....no mice rustling the drying grasses or deer bedding down as dew began to collect and fall into place. Lestat sat bolt upright and swiveled his gaze around him. The dark and deep shadows had never troubled him before but something about the way it all looked now seemed ominous. Gradually, he stood and the pale lines of tensing muscle were translucent in the moonlight. "Come out. I know you are there. I can feel you." From the inky darkness that his gaze could not penetrate, lumbered a figure. From several meters away came the stench of death....something eternally repulsive to his delicate senses. Spiral! He took to the air but a flash of claw from the opposite direction caught him off-guard and caught his foot. The speed would have impressed Lestat if he weren't flooded with outrage. He was slammed against the ground, wheat crushed beneath him as three figures loomed over him. There was no verbal exchange. Just drooling and menacing growls. He didn't care to know why they were here but they were going to regret detaining his escape. He struck out then. Fingers becoming curled claws with deadly diamond tips. Putrid flesh parted easily and the beast holding him down fell back. Just as quickly, another attempted to drag him down and he was lunging forward....fangs catching a mouthful of stinking fur and crawling skin. He nearly gagged but kept fighting. One after another, they came for him. A vicious sting and he glanced down. A jagged gash across his ribcage. It bled freely, not healing. He was puzzled for just a moment before he was barrelled into. A running leap...taken from his feet. Staggering, falling, clawing. More came and he could only regain his balance in small sections. He managed to raise his head above his attackers. His eyes widened. The field was now completely covered in moving bodies. This was no happenstance but a full on planned assault. He wasn't far from the safety of the castle but he'd never make it back or out of this horde alone. He screamed out mentally for Rian, not necessarily as a call for help but as a warning. Surely if they killed Lestat, they were gunning for the only wolf that stood in their way! And Louis, David, Miller....what of them? Another deep cut across his abdomen and the feel of fangs upon the nape of his neck. One had leapt in from behind. As he vanished beneath the pile of Spirals, he only hoped he could hold out long enough for the cry to go up, for his loved ones to flee.

[devilsfool]

@razedinashes replied to your post “⚡️regrets with each individual fledgling of yours”:

I forgave you. You can let it go. If anything, I would even venture to say I have far more information than I ever wanted now. How do they say it? TMFI?

​An endless sea of constant conversation that you're stuck with for eternity. No more lies, but unfortunately for you and your books, very little silence.

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