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How did you react when you found out Armand had gone into the sun?
vagabonddaniel-recordedarchives:
How do you think? I broke apart. Whatever small pieces of my brain were clinging to sanity lost their grip in a flood of grief and loss so profound that it made the sound rush out of the world. The air was sucked from the atmosphere. Everything stopped and I was sure, so sure, it would never start again. And worse, part of me didn’t want it to.
When it did, I ran. Not from anything – there was nothing but ash to run from. And not to anything – there was nothing but ash to run toward. So I ran aimlessly across the globe as if I could escape the grief, but it was inside me, clawing at my bones, scraping at my soul. Tearing down whatever shreds of lucidity were left in me until I was a hollow, wandering thing, useless and doomed.
this will never not be relevant
I am dying. send halp/
hahahahahaa ikr!
armand is like NO
Armand ‘s using his ‘That’s so fetch!’ face.
Daniel’s New Year Rocking Eve – FYI
//So here’s the deal:
-This is going to be unorganized chaos. That’s totally cool.
-I’m going to be posting a few random starter threads starting tomorrow (some short paragraph, some conversation starters). ANYONE is free to respond, run with them, and make their own party threads. It doesn’t matter if there are multiples of each character or whatever. It’s a giant freaking party. Talk amongst yourself. Make your own fun.
-I obviously can’t respond to everything even if it’s directed at me. I am one person. (Other Daniels are as welcome to join in and co-opt the party as other characters. Feel free! There are going to be like 5 of everyone at this point so… let’s just run with it.)
-Armand and Daniel’s NYC Brownstone (for purposes of this experiment) is a giant house. Not as a big as Trinity Gate but you know. Big. It has fire escapes, parlors with fireplaces, a library, a roof, and room cleared out to be something of a ballroom. Don’t worry about sticking to reality. If you think it’d be in their house, run with it. This is about fun, not creating some illusion of accuracy or all agreeing the sofa is forest green, etc.
-All relevant posts will be tagged DNYRE (short for Daniel’s New Year’s Rocking Eve). If you want to make threads about the party, please tag them accordingly.
-HAVE FUN. You’re all welcome to participate. You’re all equally welcome to blacklist the tag and ignore this whole mess. I will not take it personally.
-I HAVE NEVER DONE ANYTHING LIKE THIS BEFORE. I’ve done forum RP events, but tumblr is a strange beast. So feel free to make suggestions (now or later… my inbox is open) or start your own threads about the party. I literally have no idea what’s happening.
-HAPPY NEW YEAR.
A Gift
For: damnitarmand
From: viaticumforthemarquise / a-misunderstanding-my-love
A Gift
Whose brilliant idea was it for you to go live with Marius?
vagabonddaniel-recordedarchives:
Marius’?
It’s not as if it was discussed and planned in advance. I was falling apart. He found me and took me in.
It was the idea that made the most sense.
I fear what the alternative could be if you had been left, broken and maddened, wandering without any destination or consideration for your own well-being. Bringing you into my home, under my care, was the right thing to do. I refuse to believe otherwise.
Plus, at the time, I firmly believed in my heart that it was what he would have wanted. That in his absence you wouldn’t face the rest of an eternity (or as little as a year, destructive as you were) alone. I was happy to do it. In your company, in your adopted mannerisms, it allowed me to see bits of him again peeking through. (Deny what you will of your commonalities. You are both too deep in the skin of the other for there not to be shared traits anymore.)
It patched a void in my own aching heart. I would do it again without hesitation.
Still ship it.
Even post-Prince Lestat, nothing will convince me otherwise that Daniel and Lestat are the OTP that never was and hasn’t been given the chance it should have and we were so cruelly teased with the possibility of in QOTD.
What’s the most romantic gesture anyone has ever done for you?
My definition of romance may be slightly skewed compared to most mortals. I have no need for material possessions. Romantic dinners are lost on me. Flowers wither and die before my eyes. Candles and fires are better for sex and death than romance. For something to be romantic in my eyes, it has to be spectacular. It has to be amazing. It has to be paradigm shifting.
For me, that moment occurred one night not long after I had told Daniel of my love for him. I had not lied; I did love him as a vampire can love a mortal. I thought it might be a fleeting infatuation, one that would fade as he faded in front of me. I knew what he wanted from me, that the blood and immortality was what he sought more than companionship. Yet I loved him, I followed him around the world, completely fascinated by the way he saw things and how he navigated this modern world which confounded me still, yet ever expectant of his impending death.
I was sitting on the sofa, staring at nothing and utterly still as vampires could be. We had yet another fight about him wishing for me to turn him and my absolute refusal to do so. He was still in the house – his heartbeat sounded strong and true nearby – but I had blocked my mind from his, not wanting to hear his angry thoughts about me. I do not know how much time had passed but it must have been significant because the sky was starting to lighten when I felt him climb into my lap. You must understand that my Daniel is a tall man, to situate himself in such a way was awkward and uncomfortable for him. But he did so, bent at strange angles in order to fit our bodies together.
Automatically my hands came to his waist, holding him in place while I waited for the apology that almost always came following one of those fights. However, I did not hear those words. Instead, he brought his neck in front of my throat. “Daniel,” I growled lightly, wondering what he was thinking to put himself in such a position. That I would lose my resolve and give him what he wanted?
“Drink,” he offered, his voice sounding hollow and broken. “If my life and mortality means so much to you, take it all. I have belonged to you since the night in New Orleans. If you will not make me one of you, take everything you can and carry my memories with you forever.”
The most romantic gesture anyone has ever done for me? My Daniel, my lovely Daniel, offering me his entire life, everything that he was and would ever be. A man who wished for nothing more than to live forever, offered his life at my lips. I do not know if he meant it as a romantic gesture but I took it as such. That was the night my love for him shifted to something more, the night I realized that losing him was not an option I was willing to entertain, even if I was not yet strong enough to bring him over. The night he truly became my lover, my beloved, as I was already his.
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