spice rack.

in dubai, armand does use spices in his meals. not hunted, but those served at their table. neither rashid, nor the cooking staff, nor louis are allowed. in there, he has:

i. coriander ii. vanilla iii. a truly upsetting amount of saffron iv. ras el hanout

& a few dried herb blends he’s been trying, on his own. he can’t REALLY tell what works & what doesn’t— but he’s read enough cooking blogs to have a clue.

i. rose hips & saffron. ii. honey-soaked thyme. ( terrible texture ) iii. dehydrated mushrooms

& many more concoctions that are truly horrible. primarily involving insects. occasionally the underutilized remains of victims (hair, mostly. eyes once — too much fluid ).

all for the love of the game ( & his vevor food processor ).

unsent messages.

[TXT. LOUIS] have you seen it? he’s preening. pathetic, if you ask me. it was the irony of his solitude while typing pathetic that kept him from pressing send.

[TXT. LOUIS] i know you hear them. this isn’t paris. please, mon cher, listen to me. the stolen language initially felt like a good idea, a way back in ( to protect him, of course )

[INSTAGRAM DM. @THEVAMPIRELESTAT. (almost) SENT FROM SECRET ACCOUNT]