#vagabonddaniel

I love video games. They’re fun as hell, especially if you play with the right people. 

We often play video games during Coven Game Night (yes, I can confirm it, it’s a Real Thing), though they remain the specific love of more of the younger vampires. Often it is Daniel, Armand, Jesse, Louis (sometimes), and me. Though I will tell you here and now that Khayman is secretly fantastic fun at video games. 

I love watching Daniel play--he’s absolutely ruthless whilst being simultaneously filled with joy. It’s a pleasure, especially when he destroys Armand at Mario Kart. 

Of course. Don’t worry. I would tell you.

Lying in a coma on the floor of a chapel. You know this. 

There were some places in the US, Nicolas had found over his infrequent visits over the years, that he didn’t mind so much. Some that he could even enjoy, at least for a time.

He hadn’t expected that this would ever be anywhere in close proximity to Armand, but here he was. Not just on the same island Armand had gotten for his one and only fledgling, but even with said fledgling and in Armand’s very own study. If he had been put on the spot, Nicolas wouldn’t have been able to say whose idea it was to take over the study. Could have been either one of them or just them both in a combination that was already proving volatile.

In some ways Nicolas felt transported through the centuries as he sat on the ground, leaning against Armand’s desk, jotting down notes on a piece of paper. In other and more important ways, this was something entirely new and exhilarating. Daniel was a marvel, certainly an inspiration. Nicolas didn’t care one way or the other if they would end up producing anything worth a damn, but the very process had him fired up.

Just between you and me: I didn’t. I don’t.

It’s there and it’s not going anywhere. It’s been part of me in some form ever since I can remember. I’ve never blamed it on the Blood. I’ve blamed it on Lestat, sure, I’ve blamed it on Armand, but they just make convenient targets when I need them to be.

What is it anyway, that madness? I have bouts where I fill every available surface with music and words, where I play until my fingers bleed and I’ve been told that I’m scary like that, I’ve been told that’s my madness. It’s not or if it is, it’s not the madness I fear. It’s when I go quiet and the world gets louder, when everything vibrant dulls.

[text] I not only have Mario Kart 8 (better late than never), but a new television and sound system.