#unheald

[hechose]

i'm pissed off you let me give you all that youth for free. // @unheald ( daniel ) //

brows comes together-- intensity in those vibrant eyes and a kind of hurt that runs through armand. is that all daniel saw this as? some great, wasted time? as if... as if it were all for nothing? all those years, a pointless endeavour? as if they hadn't been some of the best, some of the most alive he'd ever felt?

maybe it was true. maybe, after all, armand had truly only been the drug of choice of the addict. maybe... it was never truly love, but a means to get what daniel craved above all else.

jaw trembles with the weight of it all, and armand curses the tears that slip from his eyes as he looks at daniel. looks at him and knows... this was it. this would be the final time...

"for free, was it? what, as if this were some mediocre, cheap love affair?" he laughs-- laughs a bitter and terrible sound. advances on daniel as he does with that look-- what was it louis had called it? half blank, half apocalyptic. he never once imagined looking at daniel like this. "as if there were never a cost for me, for you either. as if--"

cuts himself off, heart hammering inside his chest like some great, ugly, wild beast. teeth are grit and armand... knows. he knows what has to come next. knows that... there would be no way for daniel to find a life after this if he did not...

"do come closer, love. let me erase the mistake."

[vienamoi]

❝ i can’t believe this. ❞ ---- @unheald ( olivia ! )

❛   what is the phrase . . . comment dire ---- ❜ a pause , a thoughtful look , then he clicks his tongue. ❛   SUSPENSION OF DISBELIEF , HM ? ❜ a smile , that mischevious glint reflecting stage light in his blue gaze. ❛ you see something on stage that makes no sense , but you let it happen anyway as to not ruin the moment for yourself.   it does not make logical sense , but . . . oh , 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 ? ❜ he gestures to the stage beside him , as if he is not floating three feet in the air above it. ❛   does seeing a rope mean i am any less raised above the ground ? ❜

[neverburied]

❛   i can see why louis was so taken with you. ❜ an amused smirk curves the vampire's lips as he leans forward , elbows propped on the table between them. his head is perched in palms , childish in demeanor. the light in his eyes does not quite fit the boyish pose. the smallest quirk of his head is given as bright blues flicker across the creases of @unheald's face. ❛ though you did not look like this then , hm ? a shame. seems you were quite the ----- ehm . . . how do you say . . . LOOKER ?  ❜

[aranostra]

@unheald asked: 🔁 (daniel)

“ whatever it is you think was going on between us, you’re wrong. ”

[worthystill]

❛  i'm tired of pretending everything's okay when it's clearly not.  ❜ - from rosita

he smiles down at coco giving her a little brush along her stomach as she coos up at him. she's settled in for now and then he turns towards rosita and sighs while folding his arms over his chest. "not sure why you feel like you have to pretend, rosita. this world is shit and we're trying to do our best to make it better for them," he says gesturing towards the little one. "we do what we can to live so we aren't just surviving but it's okay to not be so strong all the time."

emotionally charged sentence starters.

[devourcr]

@unheald asked: ❛ they think i'm broken. i'm not broken. ❜ - from louis

silence stretches in the comfort of the rented room, but the aura’s off. louis’s tension comes off in familiar waves, but armand waits for him to say something. he sits on the bed, shoulders relaxed against the headboard, seemingly calm, despite the whirlwind in his skull. it’s joined by worry for how louis looks, for his overall posture — emotion ( is it sadness? ) making his eyes seem brighter somehow. he can’t describe it, chooses to inhale a drag from the cigarette perched between his lips.

he’s desperate to know the right move in all this. such sadness, but doesn’t he know he’d choreograph the world to his favor if he could? he could free him ( they could free each other ).

he wants to comfort him, to do more than flip ashes into the tray on the nightstand. his hand in all this — it isn't to hurt him, even though he knew it could ( for a time ).

as louis finally speaks, amber eyes seek him out and he scoots to the edge of the bed to sit beside him instead, a slender hand coming to rest on the other vampire’s shoulder — gentle, an attempt at reassurance.

 ❝ they? do you mean the coven? claudia? ❞

[switzaerland]

𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔, @unheald.

❛  you see, i was a debutante in another life.  ❜

[bratstats]

@unheald asked: "Watch me strike a match on all my wasted time." - from claudia

the dramatic eye roll is matched with a grin, one that curls up his lips and leaves flashes of fangs in the wake of the grin. " always forget how much of the dramatics you get from me. " daughter wasn't a term used for claudia, not to her face; and definitely not to louis. but times like this, inside his own brain when lestat saw so much of himself in claudia.

" do i have to hide away the matches , mon petit démon naissant. "