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Because Lestat = explanation for everything.
damnitarmand, being ic and ooc at the same time.
What kinks can you see my character having?
[sauce]
Blood.
Since memories triggered by scent are the strongest…
Send my muse a scent and see how they’ll react to it.
Blood is a multitude of things for me. I am not certain I can form them all into words.
Hunting. The heady drum of mortal pulses as I extinguish them, swallowing them down.
Pleasure and pain.
Crimson and copper from the fount of Daniel’s throat and every other place on his body that I can draw from. Love and desire.
The sweet, redolent sting of heat and the first touch of safety when I first tasted Marius.
Fear. Dim shadows. Extinguished light.
As with all things, one could speak forever and only begin to reach the heart of it. Blood is a well of memory, held within our veins, waiting to be tapped.
sketchbook pages…. the top is all vampire chronicles! lestat, louis and armand & chibi daniel lol
the armand sketch was finished digitally & from the scene in qotd in the jet. the way daniel describes armand was very visually striking: the “funeral” dark suit, gold watch, his hair clipped short and wearing a weary but young expression.
second page is is some random-ass doodles and louis on the right.
third is a bunch of in-progress form/shape exercises but i fucked up the page and wrote a recipe on it next to a doodle of armand i had. so armand is telling you how to make a tasty blood mary. (don’t forget 3 oz of vodka!)
for armandromanus
‘I want the K.’
12. Wet Kiss
It was raining when it happened.
Lestat is awake again, but this time she hasn’t left. And Armand means to criticize her, demean her of her motherly rights because she has never been there out of all the beings on this planet and above that Lestat could ever cry for. No, it’s always been her. She ignores him when he brings it up, spits acidic words back at him when he comes forward out of the safety of the Rue Royale and joins her soaked form beneath the stormy skies.
“You are a liar and a bitch, for lack of a better word, if you think you can use the veil as an excuse for not hearing him after all these years. Once in the chapel and not again since!”
She is opening her mouth to spit back, or avoid answering to her crime when Armand adds, “It’s hard to believe he still loves you…when no one else has the heart to.”
Thunder cracks in the distance, and Gabrielle, always unnervingly honest in her expressions, is stunned. And yet..so is he. As if they had both opened a plane of understanding in just that moment—yes, you were once unloved by all but him too.
He forgets what happened after the next thunder crack, but his hands are caressing her back and cupping her cheek, her head tilted gently into him when Armand realizes he’s kissing Lestat’s mother. The woman who turned him away after her son redeemed him, their mouths open and wet against each other and devolving into smaller, almost apologetic kisses. He For a brief moment, he forgets he hates this woman down to the very marrow of her bones.
That’s where the memory stops. They’ve never spoken of it, but somehow it pops into Armand’s head whenever she turns her cold, icy glare on him.
I-want-my-IWTV 