Immortal Violinist

He arched his back just a little bit when their positions turned, and he was on his back again. Piercing eyes looked at the younger vampire above him. Like so often, Armand remained silent and refused to answer certain things. But it was true. Armand played games with the full intention to win them. There was no casualty for him. And this encounter was far from casual either. Something inside of him craved this, and Armand couldn’t even tell what it was.

Only a groan of what could be considered pleasure fell from his lips as Nicolas’ lips touched his wrist. And maybe it was being called cherub again after so many centuries that made him much more eager than before. He felt the slight breeze of the sea stroking his face; the sand had slipped beneath his clothes and scratched faintly over his caramel skin. But the tangerine eyes remained solely on Nicolas. His eyes narrowed and darkened at the same time. Centuries have passed, and Nicolas has still not lost his talent to make Armand furious.

His wrists got pinned down on the sand, and immediately, his legs wrapped around Nicolas’ hips. He pondered for a bit, thinking about the options laid out to him before he smirked just so slightly. “Show me how much you hate me. You made me curious, and now you shall sate the curiosity you inflicted.” Just like centuries ago, Armand’s face remained indifferent to the jabs he received no matter how much they truly hurt him deep inside. Because Nicolas was right. “I will not tell you who I think of. But we both know that you will think of him.”

The pads of his finger tingled with each kiss they received as soon as they were close enough to Nicolas’ face. It was brave of the younger vampire to have those sharp nails close to his face, but Armand had no intentions of hurting him yet. With Nicolas’ guidance, Armand dragged his pointy, glass-like nails over that exposed skin. He tore through it, felt the flesh breaking under the pressure, and blood coated his nails. Armand could smell it first before he saw it, and his small, almost kittyish fangs replaced his human teeth within seconds.

A snarl fell from his lips even though the bite did not hurt him. But it made his eyes go from amber to black. With a jolt, he pulled his hand away and unbuttoned his black, silken shirt to expose his bare torso. His hand reached up, grabbing Nicolas by the throat and pulling him closer again. Armand traced his tongue over the other’s lips as soon as he was close enough.

“You want to crack through my walls, don’t you? You always wanted to see what is behind my blank expression. Isn’t that so? Nicki?” His pointy nails dug a little bit into the skin on Nicolas’ neck until he felt a tiny bit of blood oozing out of the wound. Then he pulled his hand back and put it to his own chest. Armand used his index finger to pierce into the skin of his right pectoral and made a deep cut into his flawless-looking skin. “Do you want it?” He meant his blood. “If you want it, Nicki. You must take it!”

The party was so far away from them and it was a good thing that it was. Nicolas had a disdain for the thumpa thumpa that passed for music, he was a miserable and cynical presence and even punching Lestat lost it's appeal when the blond did not fight back. Pointless, everything was pointless. Maybe he ought to just lay here on the beach in dawn and let the sun do the hard part. No, his stupid body would dig into the sand wouldn't it.

"Ha! No, cherub I know exactly what Lestat's face looked like contorting in pleasure....like he wished to scream in your face while sneezing and it is all your fault." That was one way to describe a face reaching climax, certainly. No, he would not be thinking about Lestat. He would be thinking of exactly the face that he was enacting his revenge with. He could jab further, make things worse and tell Armand he'd think of Daniel but no, he answered honestly. He'd be present.

"Oh how that sounds like a threat from your lips,cherub" To make Armand curious sounded like a threat to him but it made him smirk, as did the exposed flesh. Armand's hand is on Nicolas' throat and the violinist's hand grab's Armand's wrist digging his nails into caramel flesh in equal measure to Armand's into his neck.

Bloodsharing is intimate to vampires, more intimate than two bodies colliding. Nicolas did not take from Armand's chest, not when it is offered so easily, no he'd clash his lips into Armand's and with his own descended fangs dug into Armand's wet muscle to claim the blood from there.

Nicolas' mind was never truly shut...but through the blood it is even more open. The depression, the misery, the suicidal thoughts, the anger that contaminated every joy and turned it into ash. The unadulterated lust for the vampire pressed against him as if it would prove something to bed him. Nicolas moaned an ugly guttural moan at the taste of ancient blood.

"So sweet behind that wall of indifference-whisper it nicely that you want it. Pretend we are lovers on a beach...lace it with intimacy we will never share" His depthless dark eyes carried some amusement as he looked at the vampire and then looked at Armand's fangs. Had he never noticed how dainty they were?

Huh.

His face buried in Armand's neck, he kissed it fervently, his hand cupped Armand's bum kneading it possessively, the moves of a lover and not a sworn enemy.

Armand should lock Nicolas away in the dungeons and starve him until he finally bends his head and submits. This was exactly what Santino did to young Amadeo, and it served its purpose even though it didn’t last forever. Bending Nicolas’ will forever would require using the mind gift, but so far Armand refrained from going that far.

In a slow, smooth motion, Armand pulled his hand away from the other’s cheek and tilted his head a bit to the side. The muscles in his face seemed relaxed. There was no twitch or any other sign of emotional reaction. But deep inside he wanted to remove Nicolas’ head from his neck and throw it into the fire just so the young Vampire would finally stop spitting his annoying venom left and right.

Everything he said was supposed to be a jap at Armand’s pride. Purposefully, Nicolas wanted to hurt his ego, wanted to break through the carefully built walls to unleash the monster that kept lingering deep inside of Armand. For a split second, one could see a faint twitch in Armand’s fingers. Because it was true, he wouldn’t know the things Nicolas knew. He wouldn’t get the same affection this boy has gotten. And he couldn’t understand why. Nicolas was a vicious bully. He never loved Lestat. Armand was so certain that Nicolas felt nothing but envy and disdain for his maker.

“And you, Nicolas, will always be haunted by those memories. You will always know what you lost,” he said it in an eerily calm manner as if those previous words didn’t hurt him, but they did. “Your problem is that you will never stop being envious. Even now you are envious.”

Armand stepped aside. He had to calm down. The fire inside of him was only seconds away from exploding. Kill him, kill him. The voice in the back of his mind didn’t want to shut up. “Go to Eleni then. But you need to be in your coffin in an hour, and I will make sure to look if you did as I told you. Give up, Nicolas. No matter what you tell me, you will not break me. And if you don’t wish to end up in the dungeon, you ought to stop acting like a child. At some point, not even Eleni will take your side anymore.”

Armand was very correct in his assessment that Nicolas felt only disdain for Lestat, Lestat who caused this to happen to him, Lestat who wooed the masses and was meant for bigger things, Lestat who abandoned him like he was always going to abandon him. Shed the dead weight and be free of him. It was what Lestat was always going to do, go perform in prestigious stages and once in a blue moon they'd drink wine and talk of the past...because Lestat refused to die in the gutter like Nicolas fantasised about, dying hand in hand starving artists would have concluded their story perfectly.

He came to Paris chasing death...and now death was further away from him than ever.

"Do not threaten poor Eleni!" Armand did no such thing. His only friend in a pit of fiends, the only intellectual with a head for figures and mathematics and languages. Eleni who was older than Armand but so dry...Nicolas liked that she was a pragmatist. Cynics and idealists would never get along.

"If you wished for a cuddle maitre you needed but to ask" Nicolas had made steps to walk away from Armand when the vampire warned him about his bedtime. He longed for death and it could only come in the hands of Armand.

An hour would pass and Nicolas was technically near his coffin in that he was sat on it's lid....but dissonance and sedition made for such beautiful friends in that he moved Allesandra's coffin and put his closest to Armand. In a coven that could be political.

"If Maitre wishes to ensure I am in bed on time... we ought to make it easy." Sure enough, nowhere to hide his absence if he was directly next to Armand but it was not for that was it.

୧ ‧₊˚ 🔪💋 ⋅  ──── Not terrible. It shouldn't be taken as offense because it's not like they've practiced their french since they were in college but it almost makes them want to get into perfecting their pronunciation just to have that notch on their belt.

But that's not important now.

And a shrug is given to questions, Roman's filtered out the mutterings of the others at this point. "Sometimes --" It all really depended on Roman's mood, like most things with them considering how volatile they could be. But they're not opposed to the idea, clearly. "I have a private booth -- or my apartment upstairs if you prefer some privacy." Offered up as alternative options but for now Roman remains seated.

Did he prefer some privacy? And how much privacy was enough privacy. "The booth should suffice- a happy medium." he suggested but as Roman made no motion to leave his lap Nicolas' hand continued it's trajectory kneading the inner thigh just under their skirt. "It is all very new to me this liberated world." Well he couldn't very well tell Roman he had died and came back to life...and it was not instantaneous...no it was years of an endless cycle of feeding, coffin, feeding, coffin until his body mended enough.

"You seem fun. I was never fun" No, he was a pessimist, a cynic, a party pooper. "Will you show me how to be fun?" he asked mouthing Roman's jaw as his hand caresses the centre of their masculinity keeping the thin boundary of fabric between them.

dialogue.

wait ... that's it? i've waited all this time for you and i only get a peck?

if i don't move away from you right now, i might just kiss you.

do you mind helping me with the back zipper ...?

this is never gonna happen, is it?

let's not keep wasting each other's time.

so ... are we just gonna eye-fuck all night or actually do something about this?

you have a crush on me?

do you or do you not love me? i need to know.

were you ever going to tell me?

i've been in love with you for as long as i can remember.

i never thought this would happen ... you've always been just out of my reach.

i can't wait anymore for you to open your eyes and realize i've been here all along.

why do you keep staring at my lips ...?

concepts.

hover. sender is standing so close to receiver that their lips are inches away. both are acutely aware that they keep staring at one another's lips and then eyes. does someone make a move?

at last. sender and receiver finally share their first kiss after an accidental confession of longterm feelings and it being reciprocated.

love note. sender sends receiver a letter confessing how they feel. how does receiver respond?

love in the rain. after a dramatic exchange between sender and receiver that ends with a deep kiss ruined by sudden pouring rain, receiver drags sender indoors to continue where they left off.

the zipper. sender asks receiver to help them with a zipper that's gotten stuck or is out of reach. the tension between the pair is high while receiver attempts to help.

❛  always be proud of who you are.  ❜ ❛  i'm not going to change who i am just because some people don't like my sexuality.  ❜ ❛  are you planning how to come out to your family?  ❜ ❛  i don't want to hide who i am anymore.  ❜ ❛  if that's how you truly feel then i'm okay with it. as long as you're happy, i'm happy.  ❜ ❛  can you tell me more about being [ gay / bisexual / trans / etc. ]?  ❜ ❛  we shouldn't be shamed for who we are.  ❜ ❛  there's nothing wrong with you. it's society as a whole that's wrong.  ❜ ❛  my coming out didn't go as planned ...  ❜ ❛  i've always felt like i didn't fit in but now i know it's only because i repressed who i really am.  ❜ ❛  just be yourself, and don't give a damn what anyone else may think.  ❜ ❛  i can finally be myself!  ❜ ❛  you don't have to hide who you are with me. i love you no matter what.  ❜ ❛  you don't have to label yourself if you don't want to or don't feel like you haven't found the right one yet.  ❜ ❛  want to come to the pride parade with me?  ❜ ❛  when did you figure out you're [ lesbian / ace / nonbinary / etc. ]?  ❜ ❛  it's terrible having to choose between being yourself and being safe.  ❜ ❛  people should remember that it doesn't matter what we identify as because we're all human deep down.  ❜ ❛  remember how everyone had their weird phases as a teenager? being straight was mine.  ❜ ❛  well, apparently i didn't have to come out since everyone apart from me always knew i'm not straight.  ❜ ❛  this is the first pride month i can finally be myself.  ❜ ❛  have you ever been at pride?  ❜ ❛  i wish my family would be as understanding as you are.  ❜ ❛  it's time to stop pretending you're something you're not.  ❜ ❛  as long as you're happy does it really matter who you fall in love with?  ❜ ❛  why do strangers care so much about my personal life and think they can judge me for something i literally cannot control?  ❜ ❛  you don't have to have figured it all out yet. you've still got your whole life ahead of you to do that.  ❜ ❛  well ... being straight is boring anyway, isn't it?  ❜ ❛  do you have any tips about coming out to people?  ❜ ❛  it feels good to talk to someone who understands me.  ❜ ❛  i accept you the way you are, you don't have to pretend with me.  ❜ ❛  it feels so good to stop pretending.  ❜ ❛  look, i bought a pride flag!  ❜ ❛  how did your coming out go?  ❜ ❛  what are your pronouns?  ❜ ❛  they're assholes if they don't accept you for who you are. you're awesome!  ❜ ❛  hey, do you mind using [ pronoun / pronoun ] for me now? i'm trying to figure something out.  ❜ ❛  today, i'm finally going to legally change my documents.  ❜ ❛  i don't understand much about lgbtq but i'm willing to learn.  ❜ ❛  you deserve to be loved just the way you are.  ❜

“  i’m happy when you’re around.  ”

“  i like having you here.  ”

“  i’m glad you came.  ”

“  just tell me what you need.  let me give it to you?  ”

“  why are you smiling at me like that?  ”

“  i trust you with parts of myself i’m afraid to show anyone else.  ”

“  you have a good heart.  ”

“  your eyes look so beautiful in this lighting.  ”

“  i’m all yours.  not going anywhere.  ”

“  you have my full attention.  ”  

“  i never want you to stop looking at me the way you are right now.  ”

“  follow me,  i have a surprise for you.  ”

“  you make me feel brave.  ”

“  come walk with me.  let’s get some air.  ”

“  c’mere.  sit down.  tell me what’s going on.  ”

“  i want you around.  if i didn’t,  i wouldn’t be here would i?  ”

“  it’s okay,  you can sit here with me for as long as you’d like.  ”  

“  here,  take my hand.  ”

“  stay still—  i’m trying to hug you.  ”

“  do you like my new dress?  ”

“  do you like my new suit?  ”

“  could you hug me again?  i think i need it.  ”

“  i like hearing your heart beating when i put my head on your chest.  ”  

“  i like watching you work.  ”  

“  just sit there.  i’m going to make you something to eat.  ” 

“  why don’t you tell me what i can do to make your day better?  ”

“  what’s on your mind?  i want to listen.  ”

“  i sure you hope you don’t think you’re walking out that door without giving me a kiss first.  ”

“  i know i need to go but—  one more kiss.  ”

“  here,  take my jacket.  you look like you need it more.  ”

“  keep the jacket,  looks better on you.  ”

“  you just make me feel good when you’re here.  i feel better any time you’re around.  ”

“  i don’t feel whole unless i’m touching you.  ”

[ GRIN ]  for one muse to reach out and playfully push the other’s cheeks up to make their lips curve into smile. 

[ PRESS ]  for one muse to poke either side of the other’s cheeks where smile dimples would be. 

[ BOOP ]  for one muse to playfully tap the other’s nose with their finger. 

[ LIGHT ]  for one muse to kiss the other’s cheek. 

[ WARM ]  for one muse to take off their jacket and drape it around the other who is cold. 

[ COMFORT ] for one muse to place a jacket or blanket around the other’s shoulders because they’re upset. 

[ TEASE ]  for one muse to squish the other’s face between their hands. 

[ SCOLD ]  for one muse to gently pinch the other’s cheek in response to something they said. 

[ REST ] for one muse to rest their head against the other’s shoulder while they talk. 

[ REASSURE ]  for one muse to place their hand on the other’s back as a subtle comforting gesture. 

[ SAFE ]  for one muse to wrap their arm around the other’s shoulders and kiss their temple. 

[ LEAP ] for one muse to run and jump into the other’s arms because they’re excited to see them. 

[ SEEK ] for one muse to track down the other at a crowded function because they noticed they slipped away. 

[ COMPANY ] for muses to sit on a balcony or roof together sharing a drink/food/joint etc. 

[ HELD ]  for one muse to offer their hand out to the other to hold to comfort them.

[ REACH ] for one muse to reach out and take the other’s hand to comfort them.  

[ LACE ]  for one muse to hook their arm around the other’s while they walk. 

[ INTERTWINE ]  for one muse to offer their arm to the other while they walk. 

[ DIRECT ] for one muse to pull the other into that kind of hug where their hand rests against their head and they tuck them under their chin. 

[ SLEEP ]  one muse discovers the other napping and simply joins them. 

[ EQUAL ]  for a taller muse to pick up the other and place them sitting on a counter/table so they can be eye level. 

❛  you've been my best friend for years, what made you think it would change now?  ❜ ❛  i'm always here for you if you need me.  ❜ ❛  well, that's what friends are for.  ❜ ❛  remember, i'm always just one call away.  ❜ ❛  how long have we known each other now? i know you better than you know yourself.  ❜ ❛  you're an idiot most of the time, but you're my idiot.  ❜ ❛  do you want to come over and watch movies tonight? i could use some company.  ❜ ❛  you always know how to cheer me up.  ❜ ❛  i made you your favorite food.  ❜ ❛  i know it's 2 a.m. but i really need someone to talk to. are you awake?  ❜ ❛  remember when we used to build blanket forts? let's do it again.  ❜ ❛  please come to this family dinner with me. my family already loves you and i need some neutral person there with me.  ❜ ❛  here, i got you something. i saw it at the shop and it reminded me of you.  ❜ ❛  do you remember that promise we made to each other when we were kids?  ❜ ❛  i'm so grateful to have you in my life. you mean the world to me.  ❜ ❛  i don't need advice right now, just a friend to listen.  ❜ ❛  you're the best friend one could ever ask for.  ❜ ❛  hey, umm ... thank you for being my friend.  ❜ ❛  you don't have to go through this alone. i'm here for you.  ❜ ❛  want to grab a coffee and catch up?  ❜ ❛  we may not talk every day anymore, but i still consider you my friend.  ❜ ❛  i can stay and help you finish this if you want.  ❜ ❛  you've got this. i believe in you!  ❜ ❛  how about we plan a game night this weekend?  ❜ ❛  do you ever wonder what our lives will be like in ten years?  ❜ ❛  no matter what happens, you'll always have me.  ❜ ❛  you don't have to pretend with me. i like you just the way you are.  ❜ ❛  consider it ... a little friendly competition.  ❜ ❛  thank you, you always know how to make me laugh.  ❜ ❛  i can't believe how far we've come together.  ❜ ❛  just stay put, i'll be over in a minute.  ❜ ❛  i've got us tickets for that concert/movies/exhibition you wanted to go to.  ❜ ❛  how about a road trip? just like old times ...  ❜ ❛  i really appreciate you staying in my life all these years.  ❜ ❛  i don't know what i'd do without you.  ❜ ❛  you can tell me if something is bothering you.  ❜ ❛  race you to the end of the street!  ❜ ❛  bet you can't beat me at this game. i'm a pro.  ❜ ❛  i challenge you to a cooking contest. loser has to buy dinner for the next week.  ❜ ❛  you've been such a great friend, and i just wanted to say thanks.  ❜

୧ ‧₊˚ 🔪💋 ⋅  ──── It seems they'd have refresh those french classes they'd taken some years back. It's clear enough for Roman to understand. A little smirk given back when they recognize flirt. And in french they return with, "{A little. I'm probably a little rusty, it's been a while. I studied it when I was in school.}" A shrug, they'd pick up on what they could, either way it all sounded nice to them nonetheless.

"Of course." Admitted back without hesitation. "I mean shouldn't I be?" Looked at they mean. Asked with a gesture towards themself rather arrogantly, but Roman wasn't shy about showing that side of themself either.

That little tug is felt and leg shifts so they're sat propped up pretty in his lap, straddling him. Romans hips giving a little wiggle as they settle so he could feel the weight of them down against him. Uncaring of the others surrounding them. They didn't matter after all, and this was Roman's club so they were going to do what they wanted here.

"Not terrible-" French people are notoriously snobby about their beautiful language that flows like honey and velvet on the tongue and he is no different. It is as complimentary as he will be and that solely because they are attractive and through the lens of attraction their talent amplifies. Attractive people had it easy.

"Would you like them to stay? Would you like us to stay." Nicolas asked squeezing Roman's thigh on the spot they placed his hand on stroking up and down from knee to that spot. "Does it bring you pleasure to be watched?" Oh, this one is worse than Lestat...or maybe Lestat would have been the same had the times been different. Had they shared as much as a kiss in public it would have been a fast way to have their throats slit and bodies dumped in the river...maybe the blond brat would have been like this too.

୧ ‧₊˚ 🔪💋 ⋅  ────  "That's right." Cooed back, maybe it'd make the other rethink making such fast assumptions. Not that Roman was offended, they could care less what people assumed. They quite enjoyed proving them wrong, in any aspects really. And hand is shook with introductions out of the way. "Enchanté," softly following Nicolas'.

Only to laugh at the clear misunderstanding of what Roman was saying, that of which they make no clarification of. Why bother with someone who's clearly one something? So instead Roman leans in again to whisper, "Everyone looks." Because that was the purpose of dressing up, to call some sort of attention. Peacocking at it's best. Something instilled in Roman as a small boy, which they've taken to great lengths these days.

"Ah, parlez-vous français? Ce serait bien plus facile de flirter avec toi si tu le faisais (Ah, do you speak French? It would be much easier to flirt with you if you did)" It appears just the greeting which Nicolas took Roman's hand to kiss their knuckles. English was such a grating language, not one of the Romantics, not even a language of her own just three structures stacked on top of each other pretending to be cohesive.

"Do you like everyone looking at you?" the violinist questioned as they seemed a peacock. He had extensive experience in bratty peacocks what was one more. "Maybe you should take a break off your feet for a bit." his hand on their ankle tugs and pulls them further onto his lap and all too aware of the other 17 people around the VIP area, the remaining of the orchestra here to decompress after the concert.

Continuation of the tale with @lenfentisms

Night Island has become the main rescue and recovery place for their kind. After the destruction of the Queen and the horrible fate they had been through thanks to Lestat’s stupid little vendetta, they were all cramped here at this island Armand purchased for his former lover. Formerly, because Daniel’s mind had gone mad. He wouldn’t accept Armand by his side anymore, and it was Marius, Armand’s maker, who decided to take Daniel under his wing. Armand felt that there was no love anymore, and it confirmed everything he always preached: a fledgling will grow to hate their Maker. But never has Armand thought that this hatred would come to them so early on. Armand couldn't stand being around the partying crowd anymore, and if he was honest, he was slowly getting annoyed by Khayman and his countless attempts to make conversation with Armand. Leaving everyone to take a walk on the beach was the only way to get away from it all.

Armand held his hands clasped behind his back as he let his mind run wild. So many thoughts to torment him that he was almost tempted to hide himself somewhere he couldn’t be found ever again. And yet, it wasn’t loneliness he found but the company of no other but Nicolas, who didn’t perish in the fire.

Reluctantly, he accepted the invitation and sat next to his former coven member. And surprisingly, they didn’t snap at each other and managed to hold quite a civil conversation over this and that. Nothing seemed really meaningful until Nicolas mentioned that he would’ve taken Armand as a lover as some kind of revenge on Lestat. And he knew that those words were spoken with honesty. Silence had fallen over Armand for the longest time until he simply stated that they could still get revenge on Lestat. Maybe he didn't mean it, maybe he meant it. His love for Lestat was still there, but so was every other love he felt once for someone. Marius, Bianca, Louis, and especially Daniel. If Armand gives a piece of his heart away, he wouldn’t ask to get it back. And maybe he was lonely and broken right now, more than he wanted to admit. Armand wanted Daniel back, but his fledgling hated him so much. He wanted Lestat back, but they would never be more than somewhat friends.

And now he did what he shouldn’t do by leaning in further until there was no space between them anymore. Armand captured Nicolas’ lips with his own. It was a brief kiss that ended quickly as Armand tried to pull back. But it didn’t seem to satisfy Nicolas. Armand gasped inaudibly when his back touched the sand upon Nicolas crashing into him. Their lips moved against each other aggressively. The vampire’s fingers grasped onto Nicolas’ clothes as they fought for dominance with their lips and bodies alike. They rolled around in the sand, tongues wrestled for dominance, and teeth got way too involved as well. And for a while, he let Nicolas play until he rolled them over again.

Armand straddled Nicolas’ hips, and one hand came to rest next to the younger vampire’s head. “As if you care for your cardboard,” he muttered before their lips touched again. Much more aggressively than before, Armand sank his teeth into Nicolas’ bottom lip. It must be enough to be at least a bit painful.  But at the same time, he’d let Nicolas change their position again if he tried. “You can play games with Lestat. But you cannot play games with me. Keep that in mind.” He narrowed his eyes as a warning. “And now show me how much you still hate him.” 

"Aou-" Armand's bite stung and in retaliation the hand that rested at the small of Armand's back dug it's claws into him. Hands that were not even his own, stolen from Paris' first seat and sewn on, the second pair he stole and grafted, first by desperation, now for utility, the hands of a violin virtuoso far more talented than himself.

"Uh-huh. No, I think I clearly can and you will play...much like your little chess game with Santino because you can't help yourself but to want to win,little cherub." he challenged stroking down Armand's sides from shoulders to hips. The moon and all it's stars shined down on them and the sea breeze caressed the devil's curls as the younger vampire nipped with blunt teeth at the wrist next to his face followed by a suckling kiss.

"Keep fucking walking!" he growled craning his head all the way back sensing someone...but that someone had been far away and not exactly walking close to them, he threatened the young vampiric couple anyway that power walked further down the beach muttering amongst themselves.

"How much I hate him....or hate you. Which would you like to witness, cherub" the violinist questioned hands gripping Armand's hips and pushed by his and body weight to topple them around and have Armand on the sand seeing as the older vampire allowed for it, grabbing Armand's wrists to pin them over his head. "Will you think of him, I wonder. Or that beautiful boy that no longer wishes for you-" he taunted just to jab at him and then....released Armand's wrists from over his head to hold them in front of his face and kiss their fingertips.

୧ ‧₊˚ 🔪💋 ⋅  ──── There's a little chortle at that assumption before leaning in, and with an added bit of rasp to voice they ask, "Who said I was a girl?" A brow arches as they lean back and hand extends, "Roman Sionis by the way." Added in introduction with a gesture towards themself, but Roman leaves it at that for now.

Brow furrows a bit with the little ramble, not entirely understanding specifics but Roman nods understandingly nonetheless. The point was clear after all, they were very much rivals, and with reason. Why they were out together isn't something Roman will question considering they ran into their own enemies often in this city.

"I see." And Roman doesn't pry any further on that, because well frankly they don't really care to know any more.

True, who did say Roman was a girl. Well the breasts made him think...hm. They only said that's Roman Sionis and how they owned the club...they was confusing enough to a French speaker but whatever, it was a world of aliens flying in the sky and heck, his English wasn't very good anyway. "True, no one did. Nicolas de Lenfent-" the violinist looked at them baffled for one more moment and then Roman's leg occupied his lap and being baffled was no longer the most interesting in the room.

"They make who look?" The look. "Your....husband? Wife? Paramours? Who looks?" Nicolas actually looked for someone that was staring for Roman in case someone was to burst in and start throwing fists. "Is someone going to be displeased your weary leg is rested on my lap? I would prefer to not be punched tonight- if possible"

“  i’m happy when you’re around.  ”

“  i like having you here.  ”

“  i’m glad you came.  ”

“  just tell me what you need.  let me give it to you?  ”

“  why are you smiling at me like that?  ”

“  i trust you with parts of myself i’m afraid to show anyone else.  ”

“  you have a good heart.  ”

“  your eyes look so beautiful in this lighting.  ”

“  i’m all yours.  not going anywhere.  ”

“  you have my full attention.  ”  

“  i never want you to stop looking at me the way you are right now.  ”

“  follow me,  i have a surprise for you.  ”

“  you make me feel brave.  ”

“  come walk with me.  let’s get some air.  ”

“  c’mere.  sit down.  tell me what’s going on.  ”

“  i want you around.  if i didn’t,  i wouldn’t be here would i?  ”

“  it’s okay,  you can sit here with me for as long as you’d like.  ”  

“  here,  take my hand.  ”

“  stay still—  i’m trying to hug you.  ”

“  do you like my new dress?  ”

“  do you like my new suit?  ”

“  could you hug me again?  i think i need it.  ”

“  i like hearing your heart beating when i put my head on your chest.  ”  

“  i like watching you work.  ”  

“  just sit there.  i’m going to make you something to eat.  ” 

“  why don’t you tell me what i can do to make your day better?  ”

“  what’s on your mind?  i want to listen.  ”

“  i sure you hope you don’t think you’re walking out that door without giving me a kiss first.  ”

“  i know i need to go but—  one more kiss.  ”

“  here,  take my jacket.  you look like you need it more.  ”

“  keep the jacket,  looks better on you.  ”

“  you just make me feel good when you’re here.  i feel better any time you’re around.  ”

“  i don’t feel whole unless i’m touching you.  ”

[ GRIN ]  for one muse to reach out and playfully push the other’s cheeks up to make their lips curve into smile. 

[ PRESS ]  for one muse to poke either side of the other’s cheeks where smile dimples would be. 

[ BOOP ]  for one muse to playfully tap the other’s nose with their finger. 

[ LIGHT ]  for one muse to kiss the other’s cheek. 

[ WARM ]  for one muse to take off their jacket and drape it around the other who is cold. 

[ COMFORT ] for one muse to place a jacket or blanket around the other’s shoulders because they’re upset. 

[ TEASE ]  for one muse to squish the other’s face between their hands. 

[ SCOLD ]  for one muse to gently pinch the other’s cheek in response to something they said. 

[ REST ] for one muse to rest their head against the other’s shoulder while they talk. 

[ REASSURE ]  for one muse to place their hand on the other’s back as a subtle comforting gesture. 

[ SAFE ]  for one muse to wrap their arm around the other’s shoulders and kiss their temple. 

[ LEAP ] for one muse to run and jump into the other’s arms because they’re excited to see them. 

[ SEEK ] for one muse to track down the other at a crowded function because they noticed they slipped away. 

[ COMPANY ] for muses to sit on a balcony or roof together sharing a drink/food/joint etc. 

[ HELD ]  for one muse to offer their hand out to the other to hold to comfort them.

[ REACH ] for one muse to reach out and take the other’s hand to comfort them.  

[ LACE ]  for one muse to hook their arm around the other’s while they walk. 

[ INTERTWINE ]  for one muse to offer their arm to the other while they walk. 

[ DIRECT ] for one muse to pull the other into that kind of hug where their hand rests against their head and they tuck them under their chin. 

[ SLEEP ]  one muse discovers the other napping and simply joins them. 

[ EQUAL ]  for a taller muse to pick up the other and place them sitting on a counter/table so they can be eye level.