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𝙒𝙤𝙡𝙛𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧.@halfdevll
“𝐈’𝐦 𝕲𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖑𝖊𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬.”
𝙒𝙤𝙡𝙛𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧.
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prince.⠀ I have been nothing but busy, so I apologize for my absence. >.<
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prince.⠀ Big fat liar. But now I'm caught up. Starters just might take a little longer.... o.o
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He hums, fingers fiddling at a nearby napkin. Two glasses set before them along with two pours of Pinot Grigio. “Do you spend a lot of time alone?”
He knew the answer, but only wanted to hear it from her mouth; the perspective of her endless grief.
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He would help with that. Shut out the world. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓.
“Your best white wine, 𝒔'𝒊𝒍 𝒕𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂î𝒕.” He calls to the bartender, receiving an instantaneous nod to his acknowledgment.
“White wine is a smart choice. It’s so easy.”
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“You didn’t have to.” He mused, her nonchalance at the notion of his knowing was puzzling. But there was something so compelling about her naivety.
He cared all too little for the people around them, but he recognized the nerves within her body. Of course, she was nervous.
✱ 𝑔𝐫͟𝐢͟𝐞͟𝐯͟𝐢͟𝐧͟𝐠𝔀𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐰.@shesgrieved
“ i try to be — and yes, it’s … well, i didn’t tell you my name. “ she chuckles a bit, feeling the slight relief that she didn’t have to introduce herself properly ; even though she had the thought to, but he knew that, didn’t he? as he steps in beside her, her fingers clutch
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Looking to her, all blonde and handsome and grinning, beckoning his head for her to follow.
“Come then. Does dinner sound good to you?” He inquired tacitly, a small hint of humor on his French tongue. The implications of dinner suggested many possibilities.
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And off he goes with his usual whimsical theatrics. It is just the way he is—the typical Lestat charm.
“𝑴𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆,” he stands at the entrance of her dressing room, one hand at his back, and his other arm out and rounded at his side for her own arm to latch to.
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Her blush leaves him bewitched for but a moment. Such a splendid color when it is on her.
The glass of champagne goes with ease, the sparkling liquid gone within an instant. Setting it aside thereafter, for there was certainly plenty more to come.
݁ 𝓭𝒐͟𝒍͟𝒍 𝙵𝙰𝙲𝙴 ⋆ 𐙚 ̊@luxsatis
⠀⠀ ︎ ︎︎ she carefully took the glass , chuckling as a blush carefully painted itself along delicate features in response to the kiss to her cheek. somehow , he seemed to get more and more charming as the night crept +
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Lips tugging upwards as he speaks.]
You are forgiven, 𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒍𝒂𝒑𝒊𝒏. It is okay to be at a loss. It happens often as you can imagine. And I would say it is 𝙢𝙮 lucky day.
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He would never resist showing his true and genuine infatuation.
Although, something about it certainly comes off quite strange. Almost too forward; this alluring, magnetic pull.
He is calm in all this, talking with his hands. Slow, thoughtful speech. Strikingly confident.
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[It is a rich profusion of her life he relishes in. Regarding her spirit. The rapid, rhythmic nature of her heart. How it plays like music.
She is 𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆. Divine being of the night.
The way her body rattles despite her contrasting quiet state of existence.
𝓛𝓪 𝓑𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓪 𝓛𝓾𝓷𝓪@DarkVelvetSoul
[I've heard his music on the radio, seen his name on signs and billboards, but his face... not a once. My habits far too reclusive and self-absorbed, entrenched in the realm of survival, but still, even under a rock, there was no escaping 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦. If the rumors were ~
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To completely disregard any notion of past resentment would be impossible. There would come the talks, the sudden switch of nature from tenderness to nonsensical bickering.
“But I will always feel it.” Desire overcomes all. It lingers.
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Why deny desire and longing? It was what the two deeply yearned for after all these long years; a place to put them, a being to put them towards.
𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝐀𝐜𝐡𝐞.
“It would have never worked then.” He sighs, shaking his head.
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There is a frustration, an anguish. There would always be a 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 of some kind. Feelings that arise within Armand’s presence lie between two worlds.
Two sides of the same coin, no matter how it lands when it is tossed.
𝓐𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑑.@invitatenebrae
"What you saw was a mirror." The same hunger reflected in Lestat's eyes in the streets of Paris, the same emptiness shared by their faintly beating hearts. The same hunger they still share now, he knows, if he chooses to look beyond this malice, this malaise plaguing their
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