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@chervbino who wins the award for the most Armand reaction to Nicolas' new hands.

Nicolas was more taken aback than wanting to kick him out, it was a surprising action that was for certain. "Ouh, your knee!" Nicolas grunted as Armand's knee pushed against soft parts of him and then Armand was prattling on about his hands and clutching his shift like some unloved cat that had not been fussed enough. "Armand-" exasperated he accepted his fate. "This coffin is not made for two, precious" Armand was not exactly a big guy and Nicolas was not either but it still felt crammed. "If you are so wanton for cuddling we need to get one of those American coffins. Have you seen how obese these men are?" Nicolas had been trying to learn about modern life through Youtube but every now and again his violin tutorials and history documentaries was interrupted by something else.

"I am already in my bed clothes and it will be dawn soon" Nicolas could not resist the sun at all, not even for a minute. "I am already growing stiff to the sunsleep. I will indulge you tonight but take into account when I retire to sleep I have retired to sleep and I am very grouchy when my rest is interrupted. You had all evening to do this" It was more a state of unconsciousness than sleep but for wording. "In the future if you wish to be cuddled then we can do so before the bedtime hours. You can resist the sun, I can't."

"Sit up. There is no space to caress your back in here" He pushed the lid open and shifted to sit up so Armand could sit up too between his now bent legs, the younger vampire hitched up Armand's bed shirt to softly caress his back as demanded. "I am not getting different hands again. Make due with them until they need replacing or I suppose I won't caress you much until then."

"You can stay in the coffin if you wish but there will be only sleep. The petting hours have passed" He ought to consider himself very blessed that Nicolas indulged him, he was not a vampire that cared for the wishes of others over his own,must mean he liked him to indulge him even through this grumbling and complaining.

@chervbino wants Venetian roses!

Ysabeau was in the salon cross stitching a pattern on one of the kitchen cotton tea towels, it was something she enjoyed doing and Marius was such a gracious host that anything his guests would have asked him he would have provided, getting permission to take some of the serving towels a little more colourful was hardly something she could see him declining, in fact she was certain that if not yesterday already that by the week's end one of his many apprentices would bring her fabric from the merchants so she could occupy her time.

"Kalispera ,Amadeo (good evening, Amadeo)" she greeted the young apprentice and gestured for him to feel free to sit down in the salon in her company if he so wished. Apparently the time for sitting would be later, there was a task at hand. "It is most likely either the soil or he did not plant good companion plants with the roses. I never plant a bulb of rose far from my lavenders or geraniums if not both. Geraniums to block the weeds and lavender to attract the pollinators" Ysabeau parted with a touch of wisdom while she finished her pattern. "What do you think, Amadeo?A red rose then?" she had yet to make the bloom on it merely the gauntlet and the stem. "Yes, why not a red rose, perhaps I will pick this section and give our gallant knight a ruby on his gauntlet"

She put the tea towel on the table and tied off her thread to return to later. If she put it all clustered together she doubted someone would think her messy and most likely would assume she was returning to her project. "I will have to go change, find me some gardening gloves please?" she requested and would pick her plain linen dress she usually wore under her ball downs, it was easy to launder should it be soiled with a petty coat around her waist to protect her lap.

"Kalispera" she grabbed the attention of the ones she would be teaching. "Ah, I see the problem already. Your soil lacks enough compost, gather leaves, blooms and rotted vegetables from the kitchen and compost them, roses are such greedy flowers, they need a lot of moisture but hate waterlogged ground, some mulch will do you wonders. I can see you have put down manure, you simply need more compost. Ask your master to buy some lavender bulbs and plant them near your roses, it will keep the pests away from the property and make lovely companions for your roses. If your master permits you would find it far easier if you planted them over the east, the gentle morning sun will dry the dew on colder days. You have done very well Vincenzo. I dread that you are simply in Venice and have a far less forgiving soil. If you were to have done the exact same things in my garden in France they would have bloomed. Come, let us visit the kitchen refuse and see what we can salvage for our compost. Avoid citrus peels-" she warmly coaxed the boys to find scraps of leftover vegetables and peels of potatoes from their lunch to gather and took it upon herself to direct Vincenzo and Amadeo as well as the other boys to uproot the roses and move them to the east side of the garden, guided them to leave space for the lavender and instructed on bulb depth.

The gatherings of compost they would put in a little corner for the worms to digest. "By next season you will have the best compost for them. No citrus, no acids. Do you have a housekeeper or shall I speak directly to a servant my instructions? I haven't asked, you boys have been attending to me so well-" She had yet to go a full hour without one of Marius' servants or apprentices coming to check if she needed anything.

The rest of the day, Amadeo sent pictures of his food, from the location he worked, sent selfies so that Lestat wakes up with his phone almost blown up from all the messages the young mortal sent. By the time Lestat gets to read all those messages, Amadeo comes back home, exhausted but eager to spend the rest of the evening and night with the man he missed more than anything.

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Sundown would come and Lestat woke up to notifications from his beautiful Amadeo on his phone. He smiled before even opening them, already delighted that even when he slumbered the sun away Amadeo thought of him.

@chervbino // angsty reasons to kiss

13.a   ‘  please  ’   kiss.

Six days Armand would spend in the care of mortals. If one day someone asks how fast Lestat de Lioncourt can tear all your happiness away, it was less than five months. From winter to spring the blond vampire was unconscious and however long of that it took for Armand to gain insight in his Mind long enough to suffer his cataclysmic religious devastation. He walked into the sun, they said, and Baldwin would rush to New York expecting to make this a year of burying people. First Ysabeau...now Armand.

Imagine the relief he must have felt to hear in the mind of a child...well teenager that Armand was alive....barely alive but alive. "Out of my way pipsqueak" Baldwin physically picked poor Benji up. Baldwin was an imposing man on the best of days, seeing him march into your room when you were guarding a precious secret, a very injured and vulnerable precious secret was another thing. Then a redhead put herself in between Baldwin and the coffin. "Would you kindly step outside" Baldwin pushed the compulsion into her mind, they were but mortals trying to protect poor Armand who still slumbered the sunsleep away.

"Please-" Baldwin climbed into his coffin after making sure no sunlight penetrated the room. "Armand..." Baldwin's wrist was bleeding on his lips but so injured was the vampire he truly would not wake to drink it while the sun's last rays still crowned the night sky. "Στο διάολο, ξύπνα. Μόλις γυρίζω την πλάτη μου, πού πηγαίνεις; Στον Λεστάτ!Θα τον στραγγαλίσω εγώ ο ίδιος το αρχι-μουνόπανο, αν τον πετύχω ποτέ (God damn it wake up. The moment I turn my back on you where do you go? To Lestat! I will strangle that little cuntrag myself if I ever run into him)" Such profanity in front of a lady and a child but he was panicking. He kissed Armand .

//Please wake up//

"If I am your true love you are meant to fucking wake up!" And now he was angry and the first moment of consciousness Armand would gain now that the sun had gone down would be ancient blood on his lips and a hand slapping him while Baldwin was still straddling him. "What have you done ? WHY!" A man that never lost his temper, always resolved, always thunderous behind his gaze yelling at a charred corpse.

@chervbino // Armand's inbox call

The sheer speed that Baldwin employed to rush to Amadeo caused the books from the mostly decorative bookshelves to fall from the gust only to find Amadeo bolting out of the bedroom and behind him....because of a little spider. "What is wrong with you?" Baldwin asked. "You scared me shitless with your blood-curdling screaming you little banshee. I thought someone broke in to murder you" Which was something he had been hypervigilant about, Amadeo was a handsome, young mortal he was interested in...and that made him a very appealing pressure point to Baldwin's many enemies.

"I have to speak to Marius soon, every night you are mortal I can't concentrate on work out of worry you are going to get hurt" He muttered more to himself. "When you're done using me as a human...well vampire shield..." He said to hint to Amadeo to let him go and grabbed a random book of the shelf to go whack the poor arachnid that chose the wrong bedroom to occupy.

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At least slowly Daniel had learned to go to bed earlier as for certain in the first hour or two Armand would barge in and wake him. So yeah, sometimes you have to adapt to someone's habits instead of getting caught out all the time thus he was just sitting in bed under the reading lamp on the side reading a Death in Venice and maybe a good thing Armand would interrupt because Daniel saw too much of Armand in the young handsome youth of the story for the tidbits Armand shared about Amadeo.

"Oh good we are talking true crime because I have some questions." Daniel kissed Armand's temple and went to his satchel bag to get out a hard drive and his laptop as well as a manilla envelope. "I have been researching for your book. I know, not like you're hiding things but Daniel the journalist and your beloved boy are separate entities. I have to verify things and I have to dig in deep to find the roots of the flowers you're selling cause when magnolias grow where nothing else grows either the manure is richer so the cows shit more or there's a dead body underneath." All to say that Daniel refused to take anything at face value even when it came from Armand and yes he dug to find what Armand hid.

"Without googling, what did Dolly Parton's husband look like. At one point there was no celebrity that was on everyone's zeitgeist as much as dear Dolly and yet her husband, a business man, remained out of the spotlight. I don't think he is fame hungry, I think he is driven and in a profession that requires fame as a marker of success. I would not indulge in a tabloid darling but his brand is to sell a higher status, a luxury of time gone. And perhaps you should worry about your own self rather than question me or accuse me of impulsivity"

Intimidation and violent prompts.

Stiles couldn't get from the chair he was planted in, fucking vampires and their mind tricks. The way they could control you, Stiles hated it; he hated when ANYONE had control over him. Ever since he was possessed by the nogitsune, he vowed it would NEVER happen again, but when you're human, always deep in the world of the supernatural, life didn't work that way.

As the knife trailed over his collarbone, he couldn't help the shiver that ran down his spine or the spike in his adrenaline. He squirms in the chair, his knuckles turning white from the tight grip he has on the arms of it.