“Our old rituals? No. That part of my life is over. I have no wish to resurrect it.
As for ‘fun’, the notion was anathema to our way of life. We permitted ourselves two pleasures: the twin trances of the blood and the Sabbats. I did enjoy those, even if it was a desperate kind of elation that animated us at those times.
After my ascension to the role of Coven Master, I participated less often in the dancing, being expected instead to preside over my flock in their revels. But I would join them occasionally, to reassure them of my faith. There was a kind of innocence to most of them. They truly believed we were all brothers and sisters. For a while, so did I. There was some peace to be had in that.”
occasionally one of my drawings get a new like/reblog spree, and it makes me remember a fandom i didn’t actively think about anymore
i just so happen to have a day job in a commercial position at the men’s section in one of the stores of the world’s biggest clothing retailers, and lemme tell ya these fashion disasters are /the fashion boyz/ right now thanks to the ever cyclic trends of fashion
Why won’t some brats just behave? I guess Armand doesn’t do meek or tame.
//This was an attempt at making some content related to @greekhoop ‘s fanfiction The Pilgrimage. I love the dynamics between them and whilst this isn’t a scene taken directly from the fanfiction I still think it’s showing their relationship at the beginning.
So have a quick sketch of Armand and Santino having an argument… of sorts. (I’m not used to throwing lines on paper.)
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