#the painters apprentice

[perladivenezia]

I miss our quiet nights where I would gondolier you through the canals and we'd talk of the stars...

I have it in good authority that the canals still remain, as do the stars. If you would wish to try your hand at it again, I can not fathom what may be stopping you.

[ourbotticelliangel]

"Does any of Amadeo remain? That isn't a question I can answer with just a yes or no. Before Santino stole me away I was no longer the boy or master brought home." Armand frowned knowing well his old companion would wish him to be the sweet boy that was loved long ago. "A hint of him remains, there shall always be a candle lit for you."

@the-painters-apprentice

[the-painters-apprentice]

The Painter’s Apprentice

Riccardo wasn't sure how this was going to go. When he had learned that not only were Marius and Amadeo alive, but together, he had wondered how they would take to his sudden reappearance. He admitted it, he had been afraid. He'd stood outside of Trinity Gate a few times, wanting to go inside, hearing Amadeo's voice, though it sounded different. Lower. Deeper. A little colder. It had still been Amadeo. And Marius's voice, and his soft laugh. Oh how he missed them dearly.

But he was afraid.

He had joined with Marius's enemies, willingly. Could Marius ever forgive such a transaction? But he had been alone for decades now - and it was starting to wear on him. He needed - someone. So here he stood - outside of the grand Chateau that had been rebuilt, many immortals he'd come into contact with had either been here or heard that it was a good place to come. And so here he was. He knew that they were here. They had to be. But maybe - just maybe - Marius could forgive him. He longed to look into those eyes again, to know, really know, that he was alive.

He walked into the Chateau quietly, greeted by some woman who greeted him. He requested an audience with Marius, and she instructed him to wait in one of the antechambers and she would fetch him. He stood in the small room, fidgeting with a ring on his finger that was almost as old as he was. He stared up at a painting of who could only be Lestat. He knew the style, every brush stroke was familiar to him. He reached out to touch the painting slowly, fingers brushing just over the frame until he heard someone enter the room behind him.

He froze, biting his lip just a little and bowed his head slightly before he slowly turned to face the man who had only seen the back of his head, and looked across the room at the blond man standing there, as if he had stepped through time. He still wore red, though the fashion was a little different, but his eyes were the same. The color of his hair. The shape of his face. Riccardo gave a small smile.

"Buona sera, Maestro." He lowered his hands to hang by his sides. "I bet you weren't expecting... me."

@thevampiremariusderomanus

[thevampiremariusderomanus]

Favorite video game?

FALLOUT NEW VEGAS

But geez, I also have to tie it with Bioshock.  I mean, it IS to Bioshock/Bioshock Infinite that I have an entire tattoo sleeve dedicated.  I just LOVE the opening scene of Rapture.  

But then wandering around the Mojave Desert while listening to Dean Martin just satisfies me deep into my soul.