#godpyre

in each of us lie good and bad, light and dark, art and pain, choice and regret, cruelty and sacrifice. no one can live in the light all the time. — libby bray

he'd closed his own eyes too. just to take it in together now that the trees had cleared from their line of vision. " alright. . . open your eyes. " when louis does the same he sees the colors first. the beautiful swirls of stars as they paint the night sky in a rainbow. the new ring lingering on louis' left finger shined as it bathed in the light, hands now resting around armand's neck. it's breathtaking. nothing like he'd ever seen before.

Lightheaded. Light years away. Cliff stares into nothing, and in the absolute silence of his own head, he feels as though he's lied in a tub for the last humid day and a half, the bathwater long and eternally cold, his eyes plastered to the interminable crawl of a ceiling fan above.

He's dizzy. Maybe he's taken in water. He’s slept for fifteen hours before this, and Cliff stops walking, grazing the side of his neck.

"I never knew we had a garden," he thinks to himself, pitching high with wonderment. He looks back to him, then, softer, "Follow me, little amigo."

Andrei had tapped his shoulders from behind to egg him forward. Cliff continues with a sluggishness. He does not remember what happened while he was home. He had too much to drink, perhaps. Too much of something. A black hole exists in his brain, soapy-headed. Suddenly, he stops.

Archer is not one to follow commands, especially from those he deems unfit to give orders. If anything, he feels compelled to sink his teeth further into his victim, tearing at flesh and letting crimson rivers flow from this gaping wound onto his boots. He maintains eye contact, a snarl in his throat and a rage behind red gaze.

Lovebite! Memes for Vampires

"Hm?" Such a request was one that Coyote had never received despite the fact they'd been a vampire in the company of other vampires for almost seven years now. Everybody they knew had them so they didn't think about it. Though they'd occasionally catch a glimpse of a particularly unique set.

They leaned down for Armand to get a better look. Pulling back the corner of their lip to reveal a long upper canine; a polished, straight fang that came down to a fine point. Then they pulled down on their bottom lip, allowing him a look at the still sharp but less impressive lower canine.

"They get bigger when I pull on them. Watch." Raising their hand to their mouth, they nicked their thumb. Red diluted into pink as blood spread across the surface of their teeth and instantly their fangs lengthened further with a wet click. "Fun, right? Can I see yours?"

amadeo / armand , possessed by @spookypyre has been cursed with this somewhat plotted interaction .

    ️️️️️️️️️️️️️  ️️️️️️️️️️️️️  ️️️️️️️️️️️️️  ️️️️️️️️️️️️️  ️️️️️️️️️️️️️  ️️️️️️️️️️️️️  ️️️️️️️️️️️️️there’s  a  war  coming    —    it’s  brewing  in  the  thick  air  that  surrounds  the  addams  mansion,  along  with  the  tension  wednesday  brings  to  the  table.  solitude  was  out  of  her  reach  and  oh,  how  she  despised  it.  casus  belli?  the  uttermost  disgrace  there  is.  the  cause  of  war  limited  to  arrangements  made  by  the  worst  of  traitors.  her  own  family.  when  she  first  heard  this  proposal,  she  froze,  like  a  deer  afore  a  car’s  blinding  lights.  she  couldn’t  phantom  nor  comprehend  what  she  was  hearing.  in  a  state  of  awe,  she  approached  the  others  sitting  at  the  table,  like  a  lamb  to  the  slaughter.

“ this is... ” theo trails off, unsure of where to go from here. the lap of luxury is not somewhere they'd made their home in. everything armand owns is new to them: the great bay of windows taking up an entire wall, the pristine marble floors, the paintings hung on walls that theo knows without a doubt are legitimate pieces. their own apartment is far more understated. before that?

the barracks were large but crowded, sounds echoing off stone walls and dust coating their skin in a fine layer. the mountains were isolated and harsh, brutally cold in the winter and thick with humidity in the summer. they don't miss either of them.

“ luxurious, ” they eventually conclude, hushed as they stride closer to the glass that overlooks the quiet, slumbering structures sprawled out to the edges of city limits. the moon is absent tonight, a deep blue abyss stretching to either horizon, but the stars are bright, twinkling and countless in the cloudless sky. orion notches his bow, ursus major lumbering slowly over skyscrapers. theo studies the flicker of those constellations in armand's dark pupils, how they cast him in tricky, shifting light.

he could be a statue, created from the same marble his home is. a crown of stars rests about his head, glittering and pale. theo acutely feels the cool breadth of the shadows they stand in when they speak again.

“ and dangerous. doesn't the sun rise on this side of the city? ”