#iwtv#interview with the vampire#the vampire armand#amc tvl#assad zaman
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Marie had stared up at a starry sky before, but not so often did she clap her hands to the shine of stars–pretending light smashed in her palms. Her fingers broke apart, mumbling out explosive noises until her arms laid spread out.
“Have you ever made wishes on stars before?”
The fresh bandages are laid out on the counter, and the older brother turns on the faucet to run his hands under. It’s too quiet in the new penthouse, and a glance over his shoulder brings reassurance to the cause of the silence.
“How much longer do you plan to keep this up? Your silent pouting is becoming a nuiscance.”
“There’s a shortage of perfect breasts in this world. It would be a pity to damage yours.”
The Princess Bride Meme
Searing coffee drenches down the button down shirt, and her mouth opens in a pained gasp. The hot mug is immediately slammed on the counter with a clutter and a beige puddle pools below. What. The. Fuck. Who fucking left the rug bunched up in neat freak’s kitchen? Who fucking dared?
Her teeth clench in a mild growl while her smooth hands work at the white buttons, revealing tanned skin; glossy and wet. This would be well and fine to partly flash an absent room had their not been a crow perched further in.
Devil eyes always staring, always observing.
Unnoticed by her, Marie’s index finger brushes over the bump of pink irritated flesh. It’s a small wound, and it stings at the touch but she’ll live quite obviously. A moment of french curses slipping out–then the bastard speaks.
And Marie spins the other direction, stalking in the kitchen in a start. “Oh you’re so full of it.”
If he wasn’t a stealthy man. She’d hit him.
Mirror Mirror
He strolls into their shared home. A man who does not technically exist, but in another existence; he’s almost infamous. He shrugs off a fur coat which does not belong to him and allows his voice to chime clear as he hangs it up.
“Well this night could turn out better than planned.”
[text] Don’t you ever get tired of pestering strangers?
[text] It must be the same thing over and over.
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no. flea be gone.
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WEEE KEEP ON FIGHTING TIL THE EEEEND (i think lol)
[ 5 Missed Calls ]
[ text ] : Who is this? [ text ] : I smell stinking fish.
