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welcome stranger
rest for a while
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a nordic pixie in her mid 20s ○ °
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Playlist by Armand probably has lots of Madonna in it. I can picture him in Dubai listening to material girl while going through latest art pieces he bought.
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VERMITHOR & SILVERWING HOUSE OF THE DRAGON 3.06 – Faceless Men
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She, she, she, it is she… It is often she. And in the old songs and in the long nights, she holds him in the softness of her arms, in her arms that are open, in her arms that are wide, that are open, that are always, that must always be open. And in the old ways and in the old laws, this was arranged. All this was arranged. And who arranged it? Did Amel? And that is what it means to be loved. It is Amel. It is always Amel. It is often she… Into the land where the dead are kept, where the dead are worshipped. And why the days without number? And what am I for? What is this for? And what should Amel do with it if not to answer? And why are they throwing stones? And why is she curled on the ground? And why is it wound… And in my eyes is desire, and why is it desire? And why does he tell her what God has said? And why Amel in their mouths? And why must my voice be smooth? And why must I sing so low? And why is she kept? Why must she be kept? And why in this place must she be kept? And what does it mean if you are not asked? And what does it mean if you are not answered? And what is it to see and to know, but to be told… You have not seen. You have not known. And why is her tongue cut out? And why is her death prolonged? And when will it stop? And who will stop it? And why must they, must we, must I, must he, must they, as the millennia, unfold? Why the girl curled? Why her eyes lowered? Why on the side of the road? Why limp in the straw? I am the girl! I am the god! I am the voice! I am the song! I am the night! And I can answer! I can arrange it! I can say rise, and I can say speak! And I am her! And I am she! And I, I, I, I am the answer!

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The Devil has minioned too close to the sun
saint of summer nights presents
"Jackpot"
•° pairing; Daniel Molloy x reader x Armand
○• notes; everyone is hot and bothered
●° word count: about 400
Gorgeous and giddy, full of live. Well technically undead, very much so, but truly full of energy. Daniel had never met a vampire with this type of positivity, ironically it was as if you were sunshine personified. Wrapped around his torso, having him wrapped around your finger.
It should have made him more stressed, little on edge and passive agressive. Maybe he had managed to let out a few slightly annoyed sighs, but based on the look on Armand's face they came out more like moans.
Armand looked smug, watching the two of you, getting on so well. Is this a vampire gift? Manipulating me to melt under them? Daniel thought, telepathically trying to get an answer out from his maker.
They've had this…effect…even when they were still human. God he looked proud, as if you were a master painting or a greek statue worth more than his current net worth.
For a statue you were quite soft, pressing your body to his, arms around neck, slowly giving small kisses to Daniel's cheek. He had never been fond of clingy people, often wrestling out of his exs' arms. Now he hoped you and Armand would keep him forever.
"I'll happily keep you forever, I like your cheeks and your gray curls", you softly whispered into his ear, sending warm shivers down his spine. The feeling spread like honey down his body, slowly dripping down, sensually spreading all over.
Armand sat beside you, guiding you with hand on your hip, to fall softly to his lap. His eyes were bright, on fire, as he look you over, drifting his hand up to your face. It laid on your cheek as he asked brattily, "What about me, my beloved?"
Daniel's body followed yours as if there was a magnet between you. He was almost on you, gripping your thigh. He guessed it looked pathetic, the whole scene; him hungry for your affection, practically on top of you and Armand with a wild look in his eyes. But Daniel couldn't care less.
"Oh, I'll keep you both", you said with a tempting, plotting look. You must have asked something from Armand, silently in your mind, as he gave you a nod.
"You want to keep me? And keep me happy?", you asked, eyes big like a doe. Daniel insisted he'd do anything.
"Let's play a game, everytime you kiss Armand, I'll give you a kiss"
For the first time in his life, Daniel had hit the jackpot.