𝑀𝒶𝓇𝒾𝑒 𝒯𝓊𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓃𝑒, daughter, fiancée, bride of Christ, vampire. An original character set in the universe of AMC's Interview with the Vampire. Follows back from sanguisprince. Heavily affiliated with musecraft. MDNI, canon typical dead dove content present. Low activity. Rules and important information under the cut.

𝒶 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝒹𝓎 𝒾𝓃 . . . victims of the patriarchy, feminism, agency and control, fighting for your freedom, falling in love, retribution and revenge, female rage, shaken faith and unanswered prayers, freedom vs security, submission and defiance, finding your own way, seeing the world, and getting what you deserve.

Marie looked back at Nym, over her glass of wine and blinked. That seemed to come out of no where, didn't it? At least, she thought she'd been doing quite a good job of hiding her melancholy. Missing people was always difficult, especially so when you loved them a great deal, but it was the fact of life that sometimes, one must be without. It didn't stop her from feeling as though some part of her was missing, though. Gabrielle was happy, wherever she was, and that was what mattered. Marie was happy too, mostly.

"Maybe it is the calling of all scorned women, hm? The abused and betrayed. To become something else so we might endure and deliver retribution against those who have hurt us, for ourselves and all the women before and after us." Marie smiled, like the thought was comforting. She'd never asked to be made into a vampire but once she had embraced her new nature, she had decided that her new powers meant she would never be hurt by another man again.

Marie looked at Gabrielle with wide amber eyes, and considered her words carefully. They ought not to speak there, but where else was there to go? It had always seemed to Marie that Armand was everywhere, and perhaps he was - there was little loyalty among the coven and if someone was to even think of betraying him or one of the great laws, the consequences would be swift. But was it breaking any laws, really, to consider a life beyond the crypt and the mausoleums and the filthy rags and the wretched grave dirt?

She had served faithfully for decades, never once questioning and she thought, perhaps, that would be her life forever. And then Lestat de Lioncourt showed up and everything that had been, that had once seemed simple, had been thrown into utter chaos and for what? And he'd brought her along. Gabrielle. Beautiful and stoic and very serious, though it wasn't a break from the usual. There was very little laughter in the coven. And now she was suggesting that Marie could be more, have more and it infuriated her that her first instinct was to ask Armand for permission.

Today is the day! It's finally here! I know you've all been waiting and the good news is that I'm omw home and I will be settling in with a coffee and a danish and poking Marie's replies. I might also be brave and reach out to some of you about plotting or writing, but we'll see! Also, Marie was at the concert last night and she said, I quote, "It was fine" which is a glowing review.