Such gifts you give to me. How could I possibly refuse?
Armando, is it? I believe I can tell you otherwise since it was a name I chose, not a name I was given. I suppose I should be grateful it is not any worse.
At least it is not like that evening when Daniel discovered the etymology of my name and addressed me as Herman while laughing uproariously every. single. time he said the word. I don’t imagine many vampires have died from being strangled for obvious reasons, but the temptation to experiment was quite overwhelming after a certain point.
You know, Armando has a nice ring to it…
What about Hermando? (sorry. I had too. You guys made me snort laughter.)
It was altogether new and yet incredibly familiar. I had lost the touch of his thoughts, the unspoken flow of love and desire, but had gained the way that the blood flowed between us and the communication that came with that. The confidence with which we could now touch each other was new, because there was no danger now that I might harm him through inattention, yet all of our knowledge of each other on an intimate level still remained. His new strength and heightened senses made the experience completely unique, allowing us to pull responses from one another that neither of us had displayed previously. It was a night for revelations.
The way that his fangs broke into my bare skin that first time was and remains one of the most intoxicating, heady sensations I have ever experienced. Take from that what you will.
Daniel,There are a thousand methodologies of what it means to be broken and lost. As though there is a step by step guide, only waiting for us to notice the cracks…
(♛ Lestat here, darlings. Mun was tagged but I felt like answering these, so I am dictating these answers.)
1. Why did you choose your URL?
She chose it because she clearly wants her Interview w/ the Vampire. It’s actually a little twist on the old MTV slogan, “I want my MTV.” Currently she prefers her interviews to be with the one that wasn’t initially interviewed, c’est moi, mes amis.
2. What is your middle name?
I do have a middle name, Christophe Marie. The mun’s middle name is Dorothy. How very Wizard of Oz.
3. If you could own a fairytale/fictional pet, what would it be?
I AM a fairytale pet! Hm… so many to choose from, and I don’t even know the full index of them all. I would say a beautiful little lady fairy, with endowments that would be fun to watch bounce *ahem*… a small winged dragon that I could take to the air with me. That is one thing Mojo (or any other dogs so far) unfortunately did not enjoy.
4. Favourite colour?
RED. GOLD. Gem tones in general. Creamy white. I must have several gray velvet blazers in my wardrobe at all times.
5. Favourite song?
The great Bon Jovi’s ‘Livin’ on a Prayer’ is a close second to Springsteen’s ‘Secret Garden.’
Honorable mentions: Queen’s ‘We Will Rock You’, Chamillionaire – ‘Ridin’ ft. Krayzie Bone’
6. What are your top 3 fandoms?
I am just getting into Superwholock… just kidding just kidding, put your holy water and sharpened stakes down! Vampire Chronicles. It is my fandom, after all. Is there a Sam Spade fandom? A Blade Runner fandom? I shall start them.
7. Why do you enjoy Tumblr?
The drama in the coven The beautiful tribute artwork of myself, my loved ones, the written declarations of love to us! Who can resist that kind of production? I do also get alot out of the fashion, the pop culture, and the photography. Especially photography of sunrises, sunsets, vistas in the daylight *siiiigh.*
8) Tag 9 of your tumblr crushes (they have to do all 8 questions too) ((if you want to of course))
~~~> If I tagged an RP account, answer ic! ouo <~~~
Rain will always remind me of Paris, and, in some ways, Louis. For Louis, it reminds of the way that those beads of water clung to cloak and silken strands of ebony hair, lovely in a secretive, melancholy manner, with skin like pale stone washed clean by the storm. I elaborated on this somewhat here.
What Paris reminds me of by extension, however, is by far more complex. That city is awash with memories for me, so much so that separating past and present becomes a monumental task of concentration whenever I am there.
Nicolas could not contain what was occurring within him, and often his deterioration became destructive and difficult to conceal from mortals. Despite the fact that I did not directly claim leadership in an official capacity, I had a position to maintain and I had already protected him on numerous occasions, whether he realised such or not, as had Eleni. I had to prove that the threats that I made were not just threats if someone stepped out of line, or be seen as ineffective and suffer further challenges. I could not exclude Nicolas from that.
On the occasion where I took his hands, it was take his hands or take his life; based on the transgressions involved, it could have seriously compromised our position in Paris had it not been corrected swiftly. He was so far gone that others began to talk of precisely that, and I could not allow it. Taking his hands limited him in a way that imprisonment could not possibly have achieved; he had escaped imprisonment before when it was imposed upon him. Imprisonment meant nothing to him because the true oubliette existed in his mind, and that was inescapable. It gave me control over him enough that he could not possibly leave and potentially worsen the situation. It also proved that I was willing to back up my threats and that I would not respond with inaction if I was questioned.
The choice that I made meant that he lived. It does not necessarily follow that it was a choice I made gladly, regardless.
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