Watercolour eye studies (these where the first ones, can you tell?)

Amadeo

2020 calendar page: 3/12, art for the month of June 🖤

Chapter 1 - 5.4k

"And here I thought you were a good little girl who could listen to directions. Instead, you decide to turn around and make fools out of us both. But I am not unkind," Armand pauses to run her hand over the swell of Lestat's hip and down to the back of her thigh, fingering her exposed skin through the black fishnets.

"Perhaps you have been cruising through life on your looks alone because, from the sounds of it, nobody ever taught you any different… not your friends, not your teachers."

Lestat's breath catches, goosebumps visibly rising on her skin.

"Not your mother."

(Ignore my shaky hands please it’s been a long ass week)

Ofc I know most of what needs to be done it just neatening up - particularly Daniel but I really wanted to share how it’s going so far!

The lighting in the drug store is eerie, too cool and bright to be welcoming. Sterile. It’s like being in an operating theater but instead of bodies on the table it’s an awkward assortment of products in colorful packaging. Laundry detergent in neon orange boxes, chips wrapped in shining red plastic. Candy bars covered in foil catch Daniel’s eye and she promises herself she’ll come back for those later. Cravings can be taken care of after she’s found the aisle she’s looking for.

An ache twists deep in her abdomen, right beneath her belt buckle. Daniel grits her teeth. She shoves her hands into her pockets, the pain so bright she barely registers Armand tucking her fingers into the crook of her elbow. The signs that describe the contents of each aisle swim before her eyes.

Any other night and Daniel would have something to say about how strange it feels to be in a store out of necessity, and not just because Armand has taken a shine to whatever products lurk inside. She’s spent hours draped over the handles of shopping carts while Armand stares at frozen foods, eternities watching her turn socks and magnets and packs of colored pencils over in her bone white hands. Normal people get to shop because they need things, but somehow Daniel’s life has gotten so far from normal that she hardly remembers what it’s like to grab the shit she wants and just go.

And it makes her feel taken advantage of, sometimes. Like she’s just a prop in the great play that is Armand discovering the modern world. Less ‘teacher’ and more servant, kept around with only the smallest tastes of the blood as her pay. She’s not quite sure the benefits are enough to make the job worth it. If trading her ability to make decisions about her life for the rush of the blood is a fair deal.

Or maybe she’s just crabby tonight. Hormonal. She grimaces at the thought of the word.

Getting her period had been a totally unexpected thing. Well- kind of. Daniel’s had something clawing at her insides all day but she’d chalked it up to stress. Anxiety over what Armand would drag her around town to do for the night, whether they’d get home in time for her to clean up the sty their apartment is becoming. She hadn’t accounted for the possibility of finding herself doubled over on a street corner all of the sudden, wracked with cramps that make her knees weak.

Deep down she hates it. Always has, to the point where she takes the pill not because she goes with men but because she’s figured out how to skip the placebo week. She stacks them, skips her period. She’s never had one around Armand until now, because now she keeps fucking up and forgetting what time it is, where she left her pill case. It’s Armand’s fault, really, and it’s revolting, the way it hammers home exactly what she is.

Human. Mortal.

and of course you can take lestat at his word, that daniel is into some kind of vampire hunger edging, but also part of me wonders if that isn't the vampire ND behavior (or whatever you feel he had going on) kicking in already. that he's too fascinated with talking to khayman and listening to music with his new senses to notice his hunger cues.

Armand and Louis, Interview with the Vampire

Armand and Daniel, Queen of the Damned