#valentin.

[deliratio]

"Bonsoir-" Lestat opened the door to the ancient vampire, he through clenched jaws, he agreed with Armand's interpretation that he ought to speak to his Maker after that night where Marius and Lestat fought when the ancient dared to harm his partner. Lestat would never have won any sort of physical confrontation had he not been Anthony's Marius could have snapped him like a twig but to Lestat's pride, he still fought like a back alley Parisian.

//Cover your ankles// Lestat projected to Valentin. "I believe you know your way to our salon, old one" he gestured Marius to come inside and would chaperone him to Armand. "I shall be next door mon amour with Valentin. Call us if you need anything" Lestat kissed Armand's cheek and would with Valetin in tow go to the room next door, he'd give them a mere ten minutes to speak and then music would bump so loudly from the recreation room. (that song is so passive-aggressive in context of our threads I could not resist Ellieeeee)

@bratxprincexlestat

Some time has passed since the fight Marius had with not just Lestat and Armand, but also Anthony. His best friend was overly protective of his fledgling, and the news of their fight enraged Anthony more than necessary. 

Marius wore a long, bright red coat when Lestat opened the door. His long, silver-blond hair was partly tied back, so it won’t fall into his face. The tall, Roman statue observed Anthony’s fledgling, then his gaze moved to Valentin. The youngest and very weak Vampire pulled his bright coloured, fluffy socks up before he approached Lestat’s side. “Good evening, Señor de Romanus,” the youngest said politely, but also made sure he stood half behind Lestat. As much as Val tried to hide it, someone as old as Anthony scared him, and knowing that Armand and Lestat both fought with the ancient made it even more unsettling.

“Good evening.” Marius’s voice was calm. Cobalt blue eyes lingered on Lestat’s face. The tension in the house was thicker than ever. Valentin quickly reached for Lestat’s hand before they made it to the Salon. Armand sat in an armchair with his legs crossed. “Thank you, my love.” Armand caressed Lestat’s cheek and nodded at Valentin. “Good evening, Sir. Please, have a seat.” Armand gestured at the armchair across from him, to which Marius nodded. He settled down, adjusting his coat and his hair. Both Vampires stared at each other for longer and in pure silence. Two minutes of silence passed before Marius opened his mouth.

“You know what he is doing.”

“I do, Sir.”

“And you know that when the day comes, you will—”

Armand lifted his hand to interrupt this dreadful conversation before it could escalate once more.

“I love him.”

Marius nodded; silence once more fell over them. “You love him selflessly. For all his strange faults and wild evil. You love him perhaps more respectfully than I–” he paused for a second, then continued eventually. “--Than I ever loved you.”

Armand only looked at his Maker, silent, his face as neutral as ever to hide his emotions behind a brick wall of indifference. “When the time comes, Master. Do not protect me—” Sudden loud, blasting music from the recreation room in which Valentin and Lestat built their little Lego models, interrupted Armand before he could say more. Both old Vampires turned their heads toward the direction of the room. Unlike Marius, Armand was fully aware that the choice of music was a passive-aggressive message from Lestat. Poor Valentin, he must feel like he is sitting next to a volcano. Armand chuckled a bit at the mere thought.

“I will accept your decision. But you will always be my child.” Marius got up from his seat, and so did Armand. The younger Vampire closed the distance between them and allowed Marius to wrap his arms around him. Marius put one arm around his fledgling’s middle, and the other hand rested on the back of his head. Meanwhile, Armand rested his cheek on Marius’s shoulder. No word was spoken between them as the music kept blasting loudly. Marius leaned in, kissed the top of Armand’s head on his thick, dark curls, before he let go of his fledgling. They both took a step back.

“Young one, you can turn the music off and come to the salon,” Marius said out loud to be heard in the other room, his blue eyes remaining on his fledgling as he spoke. “Take care of Daniel. I cannot face my fledgling anymore. But let me be happy with the man I love more than my own life.” Marius sighed a little, but he nodded. “Lestat de Lioncourt.” Marius’s voice was louder now, almost like a warning that the younger Vampire should stop raging in the other room.

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WIKI-TEST !

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They got a bigger coffin, one that would accommodate two bodies and Lestat under his breath would make a comment over the obesity levels in America that such a wide coffin was relatively easy to source. It was plain black with silver accents and the interior lining was silk in the colour of cobalt which he thought an odd choice, two cushions and a little pocket sewn into the lining so Valentin could put a comfort item or two. "Come along little one, the more you treat it as just another piece of furniture the sooner you desensitize to it. We can cuddle until the dawn and watch your little telenovela on your tablet- get on your pajamas." Lestat's hair was braided on both sides and he was slipping golden tresses into a silk bonnet to protect them.

@bratxprincexlestat

A bigger coffin meant more space which was a good thing and he was not alone, which was even better. But the mere thought of the lid being closed already gave him (mental) cold sweat.

However, Valentin appreciated the effort Lestat put into him instead of just forcing Valentin to sleep in a small coffin that would give him anxiety attacks until the sun forced him to sleep. Deliberately, the young Vampire took a deep breath and nodded.

“Muchas gracias papito.” Valentin approached the blond Vampire and kissed him on the cheek. Then Valentin quickly wooshed away and changed into his green silk pajamas that matched the colour of his eyes. Within seconds, he came back properly dressed and with an iPad between his fingers.

“I found a nice telenovela you might like. It’s like Desperate Housewives! And it’s not in Spanish.” Carefully, and visibly hesitant, Valentin got into the new wide coffin. It was comfortable, but the look on his face showed that he was still mildly uncomfortable. “That sounds odd now, I know, but…you are sure that the coffin won’t crush us as soon as the lid is closed? I just need to hear it once more…”

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"My boy is all grown up" Lestat cooed watching Valentin emerge from the dressing room in head to toe YSL. "How dapper you look, is he not the most handsome gentleman your eyes ever did see?" He asked the sales assistant and Armand. "Ma Jolie...come here let me take a good look at you" was he about to tear up seeing Valentin in a proper suit for the first time? He just might. "That settles it we absolutely must attend the Met Gala as a family. Look at him Armand, when did he become a man right in front of my eyes?" Well, Valentin was always a young man since he knew him but that was details and semantics.

@bratxprincexlestat

Lestat has long become some kind of father figure to Valentin, and now that Armand and Lestat were companions, he considered Armand as some kind of older brother. Not a father, oh no, Armand would hate that with passion. But they got along well as friends and siblings. Valentin was eager to learn, and Armand appreciated that Valentin was a humble and hard-working vampire who was also capable of taking care of himself. Of course, Valentin knew the entire story of what happened to Claudia and what went down with Daniel. It was better not to get on Armand’s bad side.

Dressed in YSL from head to toe, Valentin emerged from the dressing room. Immediately, a pair of grey-violet eyes and amber eyes were on him. “Are you sure? Isn’t it too revealing?” Valentin asked carefully. Armand moved closer, reached into the pocket of his trousers, and handed Lestat a handkerchief before rubbing Lestat’s back a little bit. Valentin and the ancient Vampire looked at each other for a bit before Valentin lowered his head to hide his slightly amused smile.

“It’s not too revealing, Val. I know the shirt you wear beneath is sheer, but it looks classy and not cheap.” Armand answered as he kept rubbing Lestat’s back in soothing circles. This was all Valentin wanted to hear. The young Vampire smiled brightly and kissed Lestat on the cheek first, then he hugged Armand.

“Will we really attend the Met Gala then? Really? Ahhh, I can’t wait. I will behave, I promise. Are we going to see Bad Bunny? Oh, I hope. He was at the Met Gala last year.”

Armand scoffed softly and shook his head. “Come, take it off. You need some jewelry as well, isn’t that right, my love? And I do not wish to hear anything from you two; I will pay for the clothes, you can buy the accessories, my love.” With that, Armand rushed off to the sales assistant. Valentin looked after Armand for a bit, then back to Lestat.

“Les?” Valentin reached for Lestat’s hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I just want you to know that I am very happy for you that you found a companion who accepts and loves you the way you are. Armand really loves you.”

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“ blood of the covenant is thicker than water of the womb. ” (to Val cause he's his boy ,his son, his good time cheese)

BLOOD RELATED PROMPTS ( @bratxprincexlestat )

Like the obedient and curious son he was, Valentin followed wherever he went and listened to every word he said. Elias would make fun of them regularly. The chaotic Vampire even gave Val a little journal and a pen, once claiming he should “write all the bullshit down Mariah says”. But Valentin had to admit that Lestat had a way of speaking in poetry at times that made it hard for the young Vampire to understand a thing.

Sometimes, Valentin was still struggling with the English language even though he didn’t say that out loud. “Blood…womb…” He didn’t understand a thing. But Valentin was polite, and he nodded a few times. “Right, I will remember that.” No, he won’t.

The young Vampire sat next to Lestat finally. He put his hands on the piano keys and then nodded at the melody Lestat wrote down earlier. Even though the young Vampire was no musician like Lestat, he could play the piano, and he sang every now and then for fun. 

“Let’s play this together as a duet. Maybe this will give you new ideas on how to continue with it!”

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continued with @envenenna

Despite the weak blood of his Maker, Valentin has not lost his compassion for others. He was a good character who didn’t wish any harm on anyone. Some vampires called him too human and blamed this on his weaknesses. He didn’t wish to fight; he didn’t even like hunting very much. But he understood why the other seemed so cautious around him. Their kind wasn’t always gentle to each other, as Valentin had experienced quite often before. The moment you show a tiny bit of weakness, you invite another Vampire to attack you.

“You don’t,” Valentin answered very calmly, but with a little smile on his lips at the same time. “But I am not known as an aggressive Vampire.” At first, Valentin wanted to say that he wasn’t known to be strong, but it would’ve been foolish to say something reckless like that. 

A bell-like, delighted laughter fell from his lips upon hearing the little joke. “You are handsome, so maybe I will enjoy the view. Please forgive me,” he joked right back, winking with one of his emerald-colored eyes.

In a non-threatening way, Valentin kept his hands in his lap as he watched the other Vampire unbutton his shirt. Big eyes with a worried gaze watched as silence fell over him. “Oh…” Valentin scrunched his nose just so slightly upon seeing the wound. Certainly, a slumber in the coffin could heal it, but it looked painful. “I cannot heal you with my blood. I think. Maybe my blood can stop the bleeding.” Finally, Valentin moved a tiny bit closer to observe the wound a bit better. “Does it hurt badly?”

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“  stop fussing— this isn’t my blood.  ” (Garrett for Valentin)

BLOOD RELATED PROMPTS ( @lonelyheartedheathens )

Valentin nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw Garrett covered in blood. It didn’t quite smell like the hunter’s blood, but you can never know. Valentin was such a young Vampire that it was hard for him to tell different scents apart.

“Not?” It was good that Val was well fed at the moment, so the scent of that blood didn’t faze him much. But it still worried him quite a bit. “Whose blood is it? Are you sure you didn’t get hurt? Let me see. I can heal it with my blood, I was taught how that works!” Yes, Garrett could take care of himself, but Val had such a strong connection to the other that he didn’t want to see him hurt.