Here's a silly little Christmas present for some of the coolest vampires I know, ily 🫶🫶
Allesandra @hekateinhell Claudia @honeyed-bee Louis @mx-indrik Lestat @elisaintime Armand (me) Daniel J Marius @monstersinthecosmos and our Lord and Saviour Anne Herself @covenofthearticulate
Art by the lovely talented incredible @moss-born ❤️
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A/N: So, this little piece, inspired by this lovely fanart by @vamp4rebatscave (I dearly hope neither you nor the commissioner mind!) has been sitting in my drafts forever, and what is this blog even for if I never post anything I write, so... Enjoy?
(Title from D'Angelo by Diablo Swing Orchestra.)
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"So? What do you think?"
"Hm." Armand crooked a critical eyebrow at the screen and then picked up the device from Lestat's hand as if to verify his assessment with closer scrutiny.
"I've seen better."
With that, he rolled onto his back and stretched languidly like a lazy housecat; back arching, fingers spreading. With a dull thunk, the phone fell onto the plush carpet.
"Insolent imp," Lestat hissed around a grin tugging at his mouth as he drank in the sight: auburn curls fanned out like a rusty halo on the maroon silk, the arched brows, the dark eyes sparking with challenge.
With one lithe motion, he got up on his hands and knees and crawled over Armand's body and made as if to reach for the fallen device – but then stopped, and let his hair fall forward to tickle Armand's face, earning a deeply unamused look which only made him grin wider.
"Brat," Armand countered, and then, lightning-fast, buried a hand in his hair and pulled him down to nuzzle his nose into the underside of his jaw, lips brushing against his hammering pulse.
He froze – only for a second, undecided – and then lifted his head to grin down again while one hand drifted over Armand's chest, deftly undoing the buttons of his shirt. Armand watched him, eyes dark and cheeks flushed; his beauty bewitchingly mortal, belying the hungry darkness beneath.
A spattering of freckles adorned his pale chest, right between two rosy, peaked nipples. He could not help himself – he leaned down to press a kiss to the cool, smooth skin. The hand in his hair shifted, into something of a caress. He took it as encouragement and kissed him again, nails dragging lightly over his exposed ribs.
Armand squirmed and hissed softly, both hands now tightening in his hair. He chuckled deeply, pressing his lips to his throat while flicking one hard nipple with his thumb.
"Figlio di puttana!"
And then he was on his back, Armand straddling his hips, nails digging into his chest through his shirt, cheeks rosy and eyes wild. His own hands drifted to Armand's narrow waist, thumbs caressing his hipbones.
"What a dirty mouth you have on you, chèri."
But Armand was... somewhere else, even he could tell. Under the spell of some evil memory, perhaps, lost somewhere within the centuries of dust and darkness, or beyond. He dared not look.
Chèri?
No, no. That wasn’t right. Not this time.
“Caro?” His thumbs resumed the soothing motion. “Torna da me, carissimo.”
Slowly, focus returned to Armand’s blown pupils and his fingers loosened from his shirt. His claws had torn through the thin fabric. Ah, but he had others.
With careful movements, Lestat tugged him down and framed his face, his beautiful doll’s face, between his hands. Armand's hands, in turn, slipped under his shredded shirt as if seeking warmth, coming to rest over his racing heart.
there's something there about Lestat constantly (4 times) describing Armand in reference to Caravaggio:
sure, we get it Lestat/Anne he looks the part
but
*but*
as I was looking through TVL this bit caught my eye. Immediately after he's turned, this is what Lestat observes about Magnus' clothing:
in the paintings of Caravaggio.. that hung in my mother's rooms
well
you can take this as oh, Anne was just into Caravaggio at that time so this was a throwaway, unimportant detail
or
what is way more interesting is that Lestat grew up with those paintings in his house, maybe yk stared at them, analysed them, obsessed over them etc while he was hanging out with his mother, Gabrielle being Gabrielle and not paying attention to him.. and then here comes Armand and oh my god, you look like the god/Cupid in that poster I had on my wall growing up?? LMAO this is so funny I had to share
come to think of it, why does everyone make such a big fuss about armand throwing lestat off the tower (after demanding his blood) when actually didn't lestat beat him to a pulp when armand (tried to manipulate him to get his blood)? same hat my friends
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Y'all need to see the "Lioncourt" coat of arms, I am not making this up
interrupting the usual armandblr schedule for news from the lestatblr and in today's news:
tl;dr we were talking about which castle would fit Lestat's (so far, this and maybe this, and I personally found more but that's another post) and somehow @wicked-felina come across
and THIS, dear readers, is the fucking coat of arms of the House of La Rochefoucauld
i'm crying imagine you're a young fledgling coming to court for the first time and THAT is on the front door ljktgherothre
(the motto says "it's my pleasure" (@elisaintime said Lestat changes it to "it's my pleasure.. and yours too ;)" )
Vampire Chronicles Characters as types of drunkness I've experienced
Lestat: you've started drinking on the way, but now you're at the rock concert and you're getting drunk on beer or cider with your first girlfriend and she tastes as drunk as you feel (people are staring and you don't care)
Louis: you're having a romantic dinner with your partner and you're pleasatly drunk on wine (red wine, mulled wine, brandy, your choice). your partner's lips look very red in the candlelight, the fire is burning in the fireplace and you pour another glass
Nicki: you don't remember how you got from theatre, a glass of champagne in the interval, to the local underground club, where one of the actors is buying you wine, but the night is young so you might stay for another round.
Armand: you let the barman make you custom cocktails all night and they're all weird and taste fruity and you love them. you think they're weak but oh boy (you will regret it in the morning, but for now everything is peachy!)
Daniel: you're chilling at a college party with your second or third rum and coke when someone insists to do tequila shots. sadly, you say yes. you get blackout drunk and swear to never do it again (you do it again)
Marius: you go out to a 5 star japanese restaurant and the sake is so good and the food portions so small, you sneak in another bottle when it's time to order the second course
Bianca: you go out with the girlies and it's 2 for 1 happy hour. there are way too many zombies and sex on the beaches on the table, someone needs to finish them
Pandora: you ordered one of the special cocktails on the menu and it arrives at the table with half a fig on top and smoking. you drink it, looking out to the dark sea, and decide to stick to old fashioneds for the rest of the night
