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YOU'RE A HEAD OF FLESH AND GUTS AND BLOOD IN A WAX MUSEUM.

#TALAMSCA: an independent, private roleplay blog featuring the aging scholar, DAVID TALBOT, and the watcher, JESSE REEVES, of the vampire chronicles books by anne rice. primarily head canon based, low activity, and mutuals only. a study in 𝙞𝙣𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 & 𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧, reluctant immortality, embracing monstrosity, family lineage, the seduction of belonging amongst predators and the consequences of forbidden curiosity. tortured by moth. ⁽ ᵗʰᵉʸ / ᵗʷᵉⁿᵗʸ ᵉᶦᵍʰᵗ ⁾

⁽ ᵒⁿᵉ. ⁾ rules on @molloyed for now. / graphics credit.

[talamsca]

#TALAMSCA: an independent, private roleplay blog featuring the aging scholar, DAVID TALBOT, and the watcher, JESSE REEVES, of the vampire chronicles books by anne rice. a study in 𝙞𝙣𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 & 𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧, reluctant immortality, family lineage, and the consequences of forbidden curiosity. tortured by moth (they/them, 29, cst) - graphics.

[talamsca]

if you told me i'd be a david talbot enjoyer i'd laugh in your face even six months ago. now look at me.

[talamsca]

⏾ ― Continued with @evilanew ! ( Lestat de Lioncourt )

𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 once held David shackled, his dear Lestat knows this rather intimately. If not for his pushing the envelope, as he so claims, would David have died a mortal in another fifty years? Would he have been able to cross the threshold into eternity, trade pedestrian experience for the exquisite Savage Garden that so grips him? Even with the doorway awning, wide and inviting, his indecision only shattered with Lestat's relentless pursuit. There are plenty of arguments to be made on Talbot's mortal life nonetheless, yes, so abnormal in itself the domino fall was certainly inevitable. No matter how slow his laboring trudge towards fate, the preternatural shadow is embraced, finally. What a shadow it is, too, he remarks, the blood as receptive to its Maker than he ever anticipated. Thrumming now, beating in his ears, though he doesn't budge. Not yet. There is simply too much pleasure in Lestat's performance, unable to help but flesh out the boundaries even now.

❝ Agreement has never been a prerequisite for observation, ❞ his lips move now, a measured smile his only offer. This blond beauty is far more fascinating than any old relic stored away in the Talamasca's sprawling archives―though undeniably they are the only aspect of his dismissed order that he longs for. His hands move now, not to push away the trailing touch, no, but to wrap around it in acknowledgement. David guides the pressure deeper into his perfect skin, the pointed claw hardly registering as pain. Tingling temptation, if anything. It thrills him. ❝ You may dismiss it as you please. You often do. And yet you love an audience, Lestat. The truth exists independently from your approval. ❞

He wants to kiss the twisting, animated features on Lestat's face. A true performer at heart, his Maker, appreciated far more now as he catches the subtilties his older eyes could not. ❝ Ah, but I don't note everything, rest assured. Only the moments that prove instructive or particularly absurd, ❞ David's fingers tangle into Lestat's, a sudden thirst burning through him. Quietly now, with his spin of taunting, he murmurs, ❝ It's only that you provide an abundance of both. ❞

[talamsca]

quick little plotting call. specify a muse you'd like to write with and if you're a multi, lemme know my charas + your charas.

[talamsca]

you just love bringing that back up to annoy me. - felix @ tough cookie

⏾ ― prompts.

❝ 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐍. Know what I need? New material, ❞ they say, feet hitched in a cross over the cigarette trashed table. The tour bus is a mess, but it's their mess. All of theirs, the mini home stinking of leftovers and sweat, glitter sticking to the backs of the bus seats and in the roots of their hair. Flashes of colorful clothes with obscene prints litter just about every corner. For a moment they watch the smoke do slow flips in the air before blowing it directly into Felix's face. It's considered an introductory ritual to tease the newcomers, whoever Lestat fixated on at the moment, until it gets too old. They're easier about it at least―he's lucky Larry isn't here. Nobody wants Larry in their ear unless it's the synthesizer he's playing.

[talamsca]

i'm picking the restaurant this time. (alice asj;jhsbdfh)

⏾ ― prompts.

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒 that she's one of those women that can't keep her hand from the swell of her stomach. Even with the reminder, it migrates there regardless, finger circling the bump that's grown into, what did Daniel say? The size of a baby tribble. Alice couldn't find that shit in the dictionary anywhere. Some Star Trek nonsense, according to her assistant. ❝ Well I would hope so since you were so passionate about the localities last time, ❞ she raises her mocktail for a toast, far too envious she can't take advantage of happy hour for the real thing. Fifteen weeks pregnant is no joke, and it's even less amusing to talk relocation in a bar. She needs real food, something hot and greasy. The handsome gentlemen before he is nice enough though, at least. Nice to negotiate with. Nice to look at, and hell, she deserves that, right? Instinctively, her hand flips over her phone. Zilch from her fiancé. Go figure. He was supposed to meet her here two hours ago― they've been waiting for him the whole time.

❝ Where to? And you know you're always invited to stop by the gallery as compensation for how helpful you've been. You dabble in the arts, right? ❞

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you're not going to let me live that down, are you? (David)

⏾ ― prompts.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 of Lestat de Lioncourt are inseparable from his excellence. A lesson learned quickly, appreciated quietly. David regards him with an amused, yet patient expression, the accent thickening when there creeps slight agitation, or a hint of playfulness in Lestat's tone. So expressive, so tempting. A trait he missed fondly when Lestat inhabited the very body Talbot does now. His limbs stretch, still working through the motions after seventy years inside a failing body, as he leans in closer. ❝ And why should I? It's another great example of your penchant for chaos, ❞ and yes, he does require the reminder. Ill-advised, yet romantic miscalculations are what brought them here now, the brief fixation with mortality, with God the very events that David holds dear. Besides, Lestat so rarely learns his lesson the first time. ❝ I'm afraid it would be irresponsible if I didn't take notes. ❞

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR PRE ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS AND CREATING HISTORY BETWEEN CHARACTERS *  assorted dialogue for giving your characters a history and giving them past things or events to talk about, adjust as necessary

do you remember what i told you last time?

have you been doing well since i saw you?

that's not what you told me back then.

when was the last time i saw you?

you were shorter then.

i'm picking the restaurant this time.

we've known each other since we were children.

always knew i could count on you.

that time was different. this is worse.

you're not going to let me live that down, are you?

i seem to remember a conversation we had back then.

so you changed your mind about it?

do you remember our encounter in paris?

you should know me by now.

am i the only one that knows the truth?

we had a lot of help back then.

your mom told me to look out for you.

you just love bringing that back up to annoy me.

maybe don't mention my past indescretions?

this was never going to work out between us.

i told you not to get attached.

i know more about you than you think.

i was there, remember?

i'm not about to forget all the shit you put me through.

you told me you were going to try and make this work.

remember what i said to you?

the last time i saw you, things were good between us.

you never mentioned this before.

that was the longest flight of my life, and you made it worse.

can i still trust you after all that?

at least we tried to make something work.

we never discussed what happened between us.

okay, but i'm driving the car this time.

i haven't forgotten what you said last week.

i'm still thinking about your comment.

i didn't realize it was you when i first saw you.

you seem to make a lot of enemies around here.

there's not much for us to talk about.

we worked it out last time.

i know you far better than you know yourself.

we have a long history.

is that the shirt you were wearing last time?

what don't i know about you?

i haven't told them about us.

you were the only person i could go to.

you know me.

this is bigger than both of us.

i can't stand your driving.

are you taking me to the place we had dinner last time?

that's not at all what you said.

didn't we agree on that?

i thought i made it very clear where i stand.

are these the same people that came after you last time?

are you still going on about it?

can we talk about it?

staying silent about it won't help.

you're the only person who knows the real me.

this is a bad time to talk about your problems.

[talamsca]

quick little plotting call. specify a muse you'd like to write with and if you're a multi, lemme know my charas + your charas.