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@eparvier
#EPARVIER. This is an independent, selective, and private portrayal of Madeleine Éparvier from the AMC series Interview with the Vampire. Highly triggering content to be found ahead, both of human and supernatural themes. Proceed with caution, and follow at your own discretion. Please make sure you read my rules before interacting. Minors DNI.
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i miss my amoral redhead vampire lesbian, what of it?
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"hey." putting her feet in madeleine's lap, claudia's voice is a deliberate interruption of the quiet they've been enjoying. "if you could give any mortal eternal life -- writer, artist, whatever -- who would you choose?"
"What a peculiar question, ma moitié." Yet, spoken with such fondness! Her crocheting project is abandoned instantly, hook and yarn falling victim down the side of the sofa. "Jeanne Lanvin, maybe, or Paul Poiret." Oh, how very cliché of her. Were she a different kind of woman (a more pretentious kind of woman) Madeleine might have thrown out a more intellectual answer, like Simone Weil or John Keats. She has little time for philosophy or Romantic poetry though, thank God. "Who would you choose?"
i think it's really interesting that after the truth of claudia and madeleine's death is finally made clear, armand breaks the very rules that they supposedly died for by turning daniel
armand is hit with sensory almost immediately. a young girl with red hair listening to the grumble of a concerned father, a younger one, sick. very ill .. almost like armand when he died ( but not quite. ) armand feels the itch in his own throat and it disparages him, he focuses more before he's met with a pair of eyes, and it becomes less and less.
" your brain will alter. it will change. the hunger for blood will starve you, you will feel like your stomach is trying to consume you. even as you sink your teeth into the flesh of whatever mortal has unfortunately crossed paths with you, it will ache. " the vampire almost looks melancholy with this information. " can you handle that, mademoiselle ? taking life from a neighbor ? to feed such unsatiable hunger ? " he narrows his eyes briefly, idly moving his fingers in anxiety. he wonders why, louis has asked this of him. why. he can taste absolution on his teeth, white hot revenge if this were to go through. and yet, he is glued here. like a gargoyle protecting it's post. she, eve with her apple.
" and, if you cannot handle it ? I've seen minds break for less. " he muses quietly, copper eyes raking over the milky flesh of her face. her stare is .. uncomfortable. it is .. shattering. who is this strange woman ? " and then, you will hate your maker . . . your brain will become mush. "
"Monsieur, I do not know how many times I must tell you," Her slo-o-ow drawl is grating, intentionally so, only slightly helped by the provincial French lilt to her words, "But there has been a war. I am no stranger to being on the brink of starvation. Of behaving foully just to survive. I have done wrong to put food in my belly before, and I will do it again, without hesitation."
It is no grand secret. Anyone who was in Paris at the time of liberation stands a chance of finding her vaguely familiar, her picture taken and published in the paper, all shorn hair and tearfully obstinate gaze staring down the lens. The disgusting drawings left on her windows more often than not make sure that anyone who was not aware is made aware, complete with the jeers and abuse hurled at her in the street if she happens to linger too long. It is not as bad now as it once was, during the aftermath, but she will not ever be allowed forget, she thinks. [She cannot blame them, not really; but she cannot blame herself either, not entirely.]
Madeleine begins to suspect that this grand maître, this vampire Armand, is loathsome of what he is. She believes she can relate to that.
"With her by my side, I will be able." The simplest of shrugs is all she can give, attention briefly returning to the apple in her lap. How could she hate the person responsible for finally letting her live once more? For making her what she is, deep down? She has been called evil, monstrous, horrid; why not make it so? The spoon digs in, slicing a little bit by bit until she has a perfect curl of whitish flesh, an art in and of itself. "I did not think you held me in high enough estimation to be bothered if I hated you." Bemused as it may be, the remark comes under her breath, even if she is well aware that he will be able to hear it all the same.
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my coven is claudia.
WHAT DO YOU NEED TO HEAR?
Let it heal you, but don't let it consume you.
You were wronged, and your anger has protected you for so long. Through your fury you have grown stronger and wiser, but please do not sacrifice anymore of yourself. Remember tenderness, remember vulnerability. Don't let this devour you.
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honestly, i frequently think of (and subsequently am haunted by) that interview roxane gave where she says that. that mado has been expecting and dreading an attack like the one in ep6 since the liberation of the city. she's known an escalation of their actions is inevitable, because she failed her country + her countrymen + her morality + herself, and she's constantly reminded of that. but then! she also talks about how madeleine developed a sort of beautiful defiance, that sense of "come and do what you have to do, because i can't just sit around waiting for you to make me pay for it", and like. that's horrific but also so central to the core of her character
I AM THE VAMPIRE MADELEINE ÉPARVIER, independent and selective. mutuals only. dark themes ahead. written by meg. 18+.
honestly i give her shit for the yoghurt spoon and the apple but realistically, mads lived through an occupation where food scarcity was rife and people (her neighbours!!) literally starved to death. this is years after the war ended and she is still eating an apple in a way that makes it last longer
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i will still never get over the fact that the piece of art they chose to have on mado's wall during her conversation with armand was one of salome. you know, the biblical figure who originally was unnamed and presented as an innocent victim & bystander and unwitting accomplice in a violent act of revenge, but who later inspired countless pieces of art wherein she became the ultimate femme fatale, who was the mastermind behind said revenge, a woman who (through her desirability) leads men to their doom. very interesting.
armand stares at @eparvier in such a blatantly detached way. no longer was he smitten, no longer was he enthralled by humans and their humanity. suppose that had died with louis. arms crossed, dirt and maggots consuming, died with louis. " we all have our little problems . " she said, and it made the ancient vampire laugh. she was a funny one, that madeline. she sat before a creature older than her , older than her own parents times over .. . she sat here, carving into an apple.. a damned apple !
pointing with a delicate finger, armand slammed the book he'd been reading closed. " you cannot eat that once you are turned, you know. " meat bag. he thinks, but does not say it. it shows in the way he looks at her. " this is no little problem, as you would say. I find this .. typical. " his brow furrowed as he continued, eyes blank. " you want and want, and want and want .. you barely understand what you have stumbled into. this is not a haircut for a blue day.." he trails off, pursing his lips. " which, by the way .. you can no longer alter. "
"Non?" It finds its way around the cool metal of the spoon, apple chunk weighing down her tongue just as much as the derision of her singular response does. Antagonising the man who is supposed to be appraising her, assessing whether or not she is fit to join their ranks, may not be the wisest of moves, but wisdom never has been one of the few virtues that Madeleine can claim as her own.
Teeth sink into crisp flesh until they clink against something solid, and she returns both the spoon and the apple to her lap for a moment, chewing in silence while he goes on and on. She almost feels a little like a girl again, listening to her Papa lecture her for indifference about school or some such thing, as frequent an occurrence as Aimée being rushed to the village doctor. Both memories that barely stir up anything resembling emotion within her, no longer a conscious effort, rather the fruits of a lifetime of suppressing them. "How fortunate, then, that I like my hair the way it is." The quirk of an eyebrow gives nothing away, though she briefly gripes to herself that it ought to be longer than it is now –– she is allowed a moment of vanity here and there, is she not? "I understand well enough what I have 'stumbled into', and there is only one thing I want."
She once believed that the world may still have a glimmer of hope waiting for her, a slant of light that may guide her back into humanity. But then war came. The years passed, the world changed, and she understood. Understood that there was no rest for the wicked, no saving grace for her. Until–– "To be with her."
WHAT KIND OF TRAGEDY ARE YOU?
Written in the stars.
It had to end this way. We all know it. Only you were unaware. You had hope. Hope, of course, only makes it hurt all the more. We all knew you would look back, oh love, there’s no other version of the story. And yet, alongside you, we still had hope. We believed in you, even though we knew you couldn’t win. And you believed in yourself till the last moment. It isn’t fair, is it? You didn’t know you were doomed.
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maybe it's just because i have had that Catholicism™️ ingrained in me since birth, but something about the armand/madeleine interaction felt very ... eve and the snake in the garden of eden to me. yes, it was partly because madeleine was eating an apple (we won't discuss her weird ways with the spoon) but also because of what they were discussing - good vs evil, morality, capability of committing crimes, etc. and armand takes the apple from her, much like her vampiric life was taken away from her all too soon, by armand (indirectly or not)
