Slurred words

damnitarmand:

Send “slurred words” to hear my muse describe yours whilst ridiculously drunk.

So many associate you with flames, with fire and the quick-spark flash of your temper when you are wounded deeply. I remember you like the sound and sensation of Paris rain; the way that it maps itself over stained glass and air-spun spires and seeps into every possible crevice, marking even stone in its passing. It turns the bare bones of a city lost in time into a thing of wonder, hidden amongst the tendrils of fog so that only a few may pass through it without becoming lost. That is you, a secretive kingdom unto yourself that others cannot resist trying to explore, trying to understand. By your very nature, you change everything around you. You are as inevitable as that rainfall and you will not be denied. The maddening part about it is that you are rarely conscious of it. So few divine the strings of your mysterious code that some doubt that you are ever to be moved.

I know differently. I know something of the grace and rage and determination that you possess, enough to know that I should never have tried to hold it and keep it for my own. You ran through my fingers like water whenever I tried too hard to grasp you. These hands are not hands that could contain you or touch you as you were really meant to be touched, and they never should have tried.

armand-le-ange-noir:

i-want-my-iwtv: SHOTS FIRED in the VC RP community. It’s a WTF off contest! Post your best WTF fc pics!

// I’m a kind of ‘master’ of weird faces.
Here’s my submission! 😀

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[ Well. More a “are you serious” than a real WTF. C’: ]

Another contender as entered the WTF off VC fc contest! Extra points awarded for cosplay 😉

merciful-death:

ooc; Okay but Louis won the “irritate Armand” game once by just being 100% apathetic for decades until one night Armand was like “i GIVE UP i CAN’T DO THIS ANYMORE” and left him and Louis’ only reaction was chewing on grass like a fucking cow

What was the tenderest moment between you and Daniel?

armandromanus-deactivated201601:

We’ve had plenty, to be honest. I don’t think I would be able to pick just one so I’m just going to ramble a little. 

I liked it when Daniel was still a mortal trying to share his hours between sleep and being with me, when I could see that he was tired but that he was doing his best to be a good company for me. I had told him that his nights were mine and so they were. He fell asleep on my shoulder countless times, nuzzling into my neck and whispering my name in his sleep, I found it to be utterly adorable and I still think about it when I need to cheer up or when I don’t have him by my side.

I liked it when he came back to me after months apart, full of passion and need, we would make passionate love for hours. I loved the way I worn him out and caused him to black out – of course I would wake him up shortly after, the nights were mine and he could sleep by day.

Taking him to the couch, holding his hand, placing tender kisses to his soft skin just because I could. No words, no deep, hidden intentions, just my affection towards him, just the need to have him beside me and to show him that I cared and that I loved him. 

I like it when he puts his books down to talk to me, or when we go on walks and talk about the world and forget about the time – what leads us to being close to being caught by the sunset, but we always make it home safely.

Our first kiss after he left Marius’ care and came back to me, the first hug, when I touched his hair and felt his scent. The times when we can communicate through nothing but our eyes, since we can’t use the mind gift on one another. The way he understands me.

I might be getting a little emotional here so I’m going to end the prose, it’s enough.

merciful-death:

coldinhumanity:

//no but what i really wanna know is

When antoine shows up in the street outside trinity gate and starts playing the violin like a crazy person and drawing a human audience
How did THAT conversation go, I mean now I’m just imagining it like,
Armand: The hell…?! *rolls up sleeves*
Louis: Oh… it’s whatshisface!
Armand: You know this guy??
Louis: Uhh he’s um. Lestat’s fledgling.
Armand: *gritted teeth* Of course he is. *reluctantly puts down flamethrower, takes deep breaths* Welp better get him in before he attracts the whole city. How is this my life i swear… *goes off muttering*

ooc; Ok but let’s talk about the fact that Armand lists everyone in their household as loving Antoine but Louis.

#exactly how it went down #ooc

^EXACTLY how it went down. Yep. 

# Armand having to deal with Lestats trash since 1780