#iwtv#interview with the vampire#assad zaman#the vampire armand
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I'll paint it someday
I don't know
It feels empty and broken
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"I'm not the one you remember. Not Messmer anymore. Just... look like him. Don't let your eyes deceive you, don't believe that my voice is his. Even if they sound the same. He's closed his eyes forever, and he can't be with you anymore. Leave him and move on. Don't let the twisted, accursed creature you see in his place become a heavy burden that drags you into the Abyss. Know that there is no need to stay until the end"
I'll color it later. This is my first experience in digital art, and I want to dedicate it to Messmer and Jannike, even though I know that my ideas are unlikely to be loved. Their story should be a part of the world, no matter what
Messmer recalled his mother's words that there is nothing more terrifying than dying alone. Maybe this was how she comforted herself, so that the thought of the barbaric deaths of her loved ones in the Shaman Village would not torment her so much? Mixed, intertwined by hornsents, but not alone.
He remembered his mother saying afterwards that they were to blame for his curse. They are to blame for his suffering, and they are to blame for her suffering. Because of them, Messmer is going to be lonely. If he tries to get close to someone, then anyone next to him will become unhappy, because sooner or later they will have to share the same pain. And that pain will be his. She didn't say it with hatred, not exhausted by anger and despair. Her voice was practically lulling, and that was the most agonizing thing. After all, this meant that his mother had long predicted for him to accept death alone. He felt like a parasite thinking about it, a monster hidden under the skin behind Marika's seal. Someone who will not make anyone happy. Someone who must die alone. Maybe that's why Marika hasn't returned to him yet? So that his torments would not make her unhappy.
"It will be our mercy to let them burn together" - he was speaking when mother's words echoed in the mind again, drowning out even the screams and pleas of those who were waiting for death in the embrace of his flame.
He did not soften under the gaze of frightened faces, and did not feel a drop of compassion. Only an iron-bound cold, so dark and devoid of emotion that he wanted to howl. To match the monster, isn't it?
But long after, he let someone... because she is too. She is too. Her suffering is something that will allow them to share the pain mutually, something that will make them look alike. She won't try to seep into the soul, and she won't try to help. He is immensely grateful, but. All this just reminds him how desecrated he is against the background of those who want to fix him. How lonely he is. Not a hint of purity, just a cursed one, in which they found something good. And isn't that insulting? Oh, let this be a thing of the past. All Messmer wanted now was for her answer to be true. So that she really knows. So that he wasn't destined to make her unhappy.
I've wanted to come back to them all this time. Because I knew that I'd be in my place with them, and that even after everything, Messmer remains my perfection. And everything I've done for him remains the most profound and touching
Their love is stronger than my disappointment. They are more than I am, and the least I can do for them is to give them my adoration and devotion. They are my revelation, and they are my consolation
They sleep together because Messmer is constantly freezing in his snake form and is strongly attracted to Jannike, and is also afraid to be left alone. He is exhausted, and hasn't smiled for a long time, the corners of his lips have become lowered, and Jannike doesn't remember him being so unhappy before. But he still enjoys her closeness and warmth, her neck is so hot and throbbing that the fibers of his snake nature tremble with euphoria, and his light shirt from below resembles a closed lotus bud, pure and snow-white, in contrast to him, cursed and trampled. Now this warmth is his only consolation.
"If you want to snuggle down and warm up, my arms are always free for you. If you want to cry, my shirt is open for you. If you're angry, scared, or confused, I'll be waiting for the crimson folds of the canopy to be accepted again, my prince."
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"The Last Revelation"
"All your thoughts are on me. They splash outwards, causing the skull to crack. They burst into convulsive gasps in the air as I put on the rings and squeeze your body, which is weakening with desire. There is nothing but this sweet torment. Your fears, longing, pain, and relief are about me and for me. Entwine with his disfigured form, clench him in your arms until you vomit, caress yourself with what his fingers and claws held. Enjoy when they sink under the skin, into the veins, into the flesh, and his tongue plunges into the wounds, lapping up the blood. Crave his true identity as desperately and fervently as I do you. Press your heated body closer, cell to cell, dust to dust. Scream delightful when the warm folds of the toothy mouth will cover, pushing you into the slippery larynx, and thousands of scarlet eyes will devour only a hint of light and purity. Condemn him and ascend me, dissolving into flames and agony. Truly ringed, carried away into the abyss, to be embodied as a dried bouquet on the lonely grave of his will. And then, you and he will belong to only one, as a whole. A moth lost in the darkness, whose wings I turn to ashes. So be it."
It took me a long time to create this art
"My real tears have been replaced by this. A vicious curse"
"I'm not afraid to get burned on them, but I'm worried that I can burn you myself"
Their eyes are golden, but in both cases gold is not what it is trying to pass itself off as
I love Messmer's wrinkles. He's tired and alive
Messmer is playing with Jannike in his bedroom... IT SOUNDS TERRIBLE, PLEASE HELP ME COME UP WITH A NORMAL TITLE
It's been a year since I found out about Messmer, and I'm not sure if I'm happy or disappointed. But I like that his serpent curved into a heart shape, it happened by accident 🐍🧡
