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louis when the girls are fighting: i just want to read my book in peace

#** ooc.#** dash commentary.#spookypyre #desiredprince #the man will Never Know Peace

@spookypyre ; liked for a starter

"Do not say a word to anyone, not even our mysterious Master..." Bianca spoke in a hushed tone. A conspiratorial smile curled upon her pink lips as she looked around the hallway of her palazzo before ushering Amadeo into her bedchamber, closing the door behind them. "My kinsmen have gone away to Rome for the week! What say we take a little trip to Florence?"

#spookypyre #bianca girl ur delulu if u think marius wouldn't know lmao #also hello!!! i hope this is ok #amadeo and bianca going on a little side quest adventure lmaoooooo #ok but like imagine a modern verse of bianca and armand just doing their own little catch up #doing some inner child healing because these two were robbed of their childhoods and youth #i have feels lol

amadeo / armand , possessed by @spookypyre has been cursed with this somewhat plotted interaction .

️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️there’s a war coming — it’s brewing in the thick air that surrounds the addams mansion, along with the tension wednesday brings to the table. solitude was out of her reach and oh, how she despised it. casus belli? the uttermost disgrace there is. the cause of war limited to arrangements made by the worst of traitors. her own family. when she first heard this proposal, she froze, like a deer afore a car’s blinding lights. she couldn’t phantom nor comprehend what she was hearing. in a state of awe, she approached the others sitting at the table, like a lamb to the slaughter.

️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️️️a deathly stare darts upon her executioner, words stuck in the back of her throat. up until that moment, she didn’t know despise at first glance was possible. who was this man and why would he even agree to this? cursed be tradition, this was not ethical. as soon as her parents left the room with some unknown man, wednesday sat at the opposite side of the table, a glass in her hand. she slowly raised it, dark gaze refusing to look at him. ❝ i have no idea what my parents are up to, ❞ cue the red ichor inside the glass being swirled with swift motions of her hand, ❝ but whatever they offered, know that it doesn’t stand. ❞ her grasp growing tighter on the glass, glancing at the other. ❝ i advise you to leave while you’re still alive. ❞

" no, sweet thing, that's a myth. "

the sounds of torture ring in louis' ears -- he'd grown used to knowing that the rest of the coven liked to play with their food more than they simply liked to eat it -- but he blocks it out as he looks only into armand's eyes. in their darkness he begins to find answers of what he's always been looking for. the tone of his voice covers the screams in the background.

his hands settle on armand's thighs where they straddle his own hips. there's blood still dripping from their claws -- a human day -- and caked onto their mouths and chins. a body lays silenced forever on the floor, now matching much of the striking red furniture found in the space. he draws armand closer, leaning up to lick slowly at the blood still sticky sweet on his cheek and the corners of his lips.

" hmmm. . . seems i was lied to then. " unlearning all of the ways of lestat to be remade in armand's image wasn't exactly what louis had planned, nor does he realize that's exactly what's happening now. bloody claws scratch at armand's bare sides toward his back until they clasp around his body. " good thing i got you to teach me the right ways. "

#spookypyre #** writings: louis.#let them kill together!!!!!#you know....every other day when louis is eating human

lick :^)

sometimes he feels for the person who ends up between them as a necessary meal to survive in their endeavors. long ago armand showed him that killing a human could be better in the end than allowing them to run free. after all, the more blood you take the less times you need to feed. louis had begun to think it: what good are the rats then if i need to feed so many times?

it's usually armand who strikes a final blow, knowing that louis turns inward when he takes a life. they'd given this particular man a wonderful night at least -- who wouldn't want to pass on as the third in a particularly kinky threesome? bdsm does have its risks after all. the man didn't die slow and painfully, instead he took his last breath the at the moment of orgasm with two satisfied vampires there to finish each other off above his corpse.

the 1960s gave them the space to explore in a way many decades before had not. the rest of the world, it seemed, would never catch up with the vampire world in acceptance, but at least now people recognized the needs of the different. three men walked out of a bar together, two hand in hand and head on shoulder, people talked but they didn't question it. when the man won't be found at work that week, there will just be whispers. he was into such hedonistic things that john doe. it's no wonder he's lost.

louis rolled their bodies on the springy bed, pushing down on his husband's chest ( they'd recently renewed their vows for the umpteenth time, though this time they did so in london ) to more easily smirk down at him. his eyes are still hungry, but not for blood. his right hand finds armand's left and he lifts it to his lips to kiss before sliding his index finger between his lips. armand's rings are bloody and he takes the responsibility of cleaning them very seriously.

#** writings: louis.#spookypyre #this is .....very loumand xD #sucking rings off armand's fingers is louis' favorite foreplay #i dont make the rules i just call it like i see it #also the fact that this is happening ON TOP OF A CORPSE #in the guys apartment????#ok fellas

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the games they play are made possible by the trust they share; louis always finding comfort in knowing that he alone can get armand's mind to slow down long enough melt into one. they don't need these games to survive -- their sex life would be vibrant no matter what -- but they make things more interesting.

tonight they'd engaged each other in a particularly intense scene, and louis had been excited to share in his favorite part of it all: aftercare. he'd gently guided armand's limp frame from the bedroom to the bathroom, settling them in the bath with his husband's smaller body between his legs. he offered armand a finger, letting the blood slowly pour out of his body to fill armand back up.

nothing made him feel quite like one as these soft moments of blood sharing.

he'd tried to move them then to the couch to settle in with an ipad placed in front of the other, but it seemed armand couldn't be less interested in technology tonight. strange, but no problem, louis happily welcoming armand's wet curls onto his blanket covered lap. his fingers eased their way through his love's hair and louis breathed a little easier.

" you've done so well tonight sweetheart, " his voice is gentle, one hand moving to run his index finger from his forehead to the tip of his nose. " i love you so very much. "

#spookypyre #** rel: louis & armand.#AFTERCARE!!!!#** writings: louis.

we are feeling extremely normal about loumand right now

#losing it @ cowboy in the IMs right now #spookypyre

ANITA DIDNT LIKE SURPRISES. she was actually the worst person to surprise given her affinity for hidden weapons on her person. either way being around the vampire reminded her why she sometimes fantasied of using him like a fangy pin cushion. would it do anything? no but it would make her feel better. ever since they worked together to bring down david, there was an unspoken agreement of mutual gain. he had a necromancer in his back pocket and she had a vampire with a vast knowledge . . . and liked to gossip. what she hadnt fucking expected was the amount of chatty kathys were sucking down human caprisuns.

" oh no, no, we are not playing your weird cryptic game show tonight! if i hear one more riddle out of you, i will shoot you, " they both knew she didnt mean it. not when the marshal was busy threatening to put a hole into his rug as she paced back and forth. she knew armand was feared, he was the biggest badass around, whatever. somehow vampires across states lines began to think of them as judge, jury and executioner. she watched one cower in fear of armand in front of her as if she were an extension of his hand. a necromancer and a vampire working as team sounded like a recipe for torches and pitch forks.

" how bad is this? " it was a broad question with lots of definitions of bad so she paused, turning to him with her mind running through all the scenarios like a spinning wheel behind her furrowed brow. " from baby vampire to fangy-assholes-we-dont-want-to-fuck-with, how far up does this go? "