#idontkillorphans

continuation of the tale with @idontkillorphans

So aggressive. Armand’s mouth twitched just so slightly that it was almost not visible. Amber eyes remained focused on the bleeding man. How long will he be able to endure the pain and the blood loss? The Vampire couldn’t help but wonder about that. At least the other’s heartbeat seemed to remain steady. Maybe a little too fast, but that was natural given the situation. 

A soft hum fell from his lips right after he watched a thick drop of crimson fall down to the ground. The other was lucky that he was standing in front of an ancient Vampire, who was perfectly capable of keeping his hunger under full control.

“Ah, look at you,” Armand chuckled softly for the first time, but it was not a genuine laugh. It was trained, mocking even. “You are talking dirty to me now. What is that? Are you trying to flirt with me?” Of course, this was not the case, but those little threats were almost cute given that the other was certainly not in the position anymore to win a fight. Armand buried his hands in the pockets of his black pants again while he took a small step closer. Each time the other made a step back, Armand walked closer to avoid the distance between them becoming bigger.

“It hurts, doesn’t it? Do you really want to torture yourself further? Ah, why do you hate Vampires so much? I wonder. I didn’t attack you so far, did I? And you could need a helping hand.”

The beat of the music in the bar was vibrating through his entire body as he stood near the edge of the dancefloor, drink in hand (could he recall how many he had consumed so far? Definitely not). He smiled, eyes shut for a few moments as he just let himself feel the pure chaos around him. He only opened them when he felt a hand resting on the small of his back, turning to see a handsome man by his side. There was barely any greeting, and certainly no introductions, before he felt the hand sliding down to rest on his ass and their lips met in a drunken, passionate kiss. He was truly beginning to feel comfortable with being his true self in the world, and that was evident as he allowed the stranger to kiss him, lips trailing down his neck while Andy took a swig of his drink. As he did so, he spotted a familiar face nearby, causing him to grin.

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Dizzy from a long held desire so close to being fulfilled, half convinced that Sleip might yet change his mind, and Alaric still found room for teasing, however small.

"You were so methodical with your fingers, earlier." His hand moved along the length of Sleipnir, allowing the head to press but not enter, not yet. It took effort, to remain as he was above his knight without giving in immediately.

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There is silence from the Dream Lord, disappointment doesn’t quite cover it, and nor does he really want to elaborate. He’s too angry, and he’s angry about how a small handful of denizens seemed to be the ones he kept having to chase around. Though, reality of the situation was, he was experienced enough as a ruler to understand the idea that eighty percent of trouble was the consequence of twenty percent of people's behaviour but it didn’t mean he had to like it. 

“You disappoint me.” 

Strong words, but truthful ones. 

"I adore the city. I find myself mesmerised by the beauty of Walmart, I find it difficult to not fall in love with its fluorescent beauty piercing dark nights."

"Then why are you here and not in the woods playing in the mud and stargazing in some field of pretty flowers?" Lestat asked for he seemed so grumpy about the city so why was he in the city and why was he at a house party. "Hm, my ex husband liked nature too, he would wax poetic about it while we lived in the French Quarter which if you do not know is as prestigious as one could live in New Orleans...but alas with the prestige of our abode came that we lived in a very central location and his missing of the trees would ruin my mood for jazz. I endured it of course because he was so very handsome and I am what the youths call a sucker for a pretty face. So cher, I must ask what I wish I asked him so long ago, what are you doing here if it makes you miserable?"

@idontkillorphans

Since reuniting Morpheus found that part of him was always watching for Sleipnir to enter The Dreaming, it was never something he meant to do - however he had become used to the noticing his presence entering his kingdom. When he found him Morpheus could see something was up, studying him for a moment. He had come to his office with a purpose, that much was obvious. Whatever it was sat on him heavily enough for Morpheus to catch it before a word was spoken, though not enough for him to know the reason.

There aren't many situations where Jasper has felt this vulnerable, and usually in those rare moments, Sleipnir was his rescuer, not the cause. He says he wishes to help and Jasper's sure he'll do his very best, but once Jasper is laid bare, what else is there to do?