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Private and independent roleplaying blog for Armand from The Vampire Chronicles “How can so much beauty hide such a bruised and steely heart, and why must I love him"

N Damen ave apt to share. Must be nocturnal

Armand followed the tall man that seemed to have made himself at home right away. He was intrigued and took the excuse of answering Elrohir’s easy questions to observe him more thoroughly. He smelled like a forest, any of his small graceful movements sending a light scent that made his eternally churning soul at peace ‘’You are correct. The bathroom is an en suite so you are the only one having access to it’’ For some reason Armand wanted to get a raise out of the gentle male ‘’Your bedroom is not contiguous to mine so you don’t have to worry if you invite lovers over. I only ask that you keep things at a reasonable level. There is a washing machine in the basement. You can do your own washing or you can put everything in the red hamper and the maid will do it for you on Tuesdays’’

Armand opened the door to Elrohir’s room. It was a spacious room furnished with dark brown wood furniture and emerald green curtains and bedding. There was a massive desk pushed beneath a window overlooking an overgrown garden. ‘’There is plenty of room in the house. Perhaps you could use the painting room’’ he gave the man a rueful smile ‘’I haven’t painted in ages so the easels are all along the walls. Just don’t look under the white blankets covering them please’’ The vampire noticed a notebook, probably fallen a long time ago beneath the desk. He bent to retrieve it, running his fingers fondly over the cover with a sad smile. He knew without opening it that this was Daniel’s

Elrohir’s question startled him out of his reverie and he looked at the male sharply. Had he guessed Armand’s nature? No, surely not or he would be running right now ‘’Ah. It’s very brave of you to approach this question dead on. I would not have put the ad had I not thought I would be safe with someone around. You seem like an honorable man. It would be unbearably rude of me to bring you harm when you are so delightful’’ Armand gave the man his most angelic smile, hiding his fangs of course ‘’As for secrets, well aren’t these only fun when they are found out?’’

Elrohir offered a strange smile though he did not bother to touch on the subject of his lovers, or lack there of, as it was not something the other needed to be worried about.  “It is likely I will not do too much entertaining, though I do have siblings and family.  I assure you I will not infringe too much on you should I have someone over.”

He moved around the room and found there was little that was not to his liking.  This place offered warmth and safety in a world he was still coming to know.  He stood at the window for a long moment, silver eyes on the garden below.  It had an unkempt look to it that Elrohir found he both enjoyed and longed to tame.

The silver gaze came around to look to the smaller redhead and he nodded once.  “There is certainly some truth to that.  Well then, if you are agreeable to having me around, I believe I would like to move in here.”  He smiled a bit, “What are you asking as your monthly rate?  I need to make sure it is a price I can actually afford, and I doubt you will let me live here simply for the sake of company in such a large and quiet household.”

Armand was curious. So there were more beings like Elrohir. And if the male was being so nonchalant about talking abut them, it meant he was not worried about them being put in danger by Armand knowing about them. Which meant the male was capable of caring himself and was dangerous in some capacity. The redhead looked at the guileless air of his visitor. Or maybe Elrohir was just oblivious. “I would be delighted to meet your family if they are as lovely as you are” Armand smiled “But I don’t mind it at all if you entertain artists. I quite like being in the company of creative minds”

Armand watched Elrohir’s straight back as he walked around the room. Such grace. He managed to look perfectly straight-backed and yet fluid in his movements. The vampire glanced at what looked like a pointed ear, well hidden under thick waves of hair. This was interesting. Armand shook himself when Elrohir talked to him “I am very agreeable to having you in my house”

The vampire had a sudden idea to make the being stay longer “I would like some stability, I’m sure you understand, and I would like whoever who moves in to commit to staying at least 6 months. It can be longer if we get along of course. The monthly rate is 1100$, including all amenities. As you are an artist, I might be willing to lower the rate for some of your art, if that is something you would be amenable to”

N Damen ave apt to share. Must be nocturnal

Armand followed the tall man that seemed to have made himself at home right away. He was intrigued and took the excuse of answering Elrohir’s easy questions to observe him more thoroughly. He smelled like a forest, any of his small graceful movements sending a light scent that made his eternally churning soul at peace ‘’You are correct. The bathroom is an en suite so you are the only one having access to it’’ For some reason Armand wanted to get a raise out of the gentle male ‘’Your bedroom is not contiguous to mine so you don’t have to worry if you invite lovers over. I only ask that you keep things at a reasonable level. There is a washing machine in the basement. You can do your own washing or you can put everything in the red hamper and the maid will do it for you on Tuesdays’’

Armand opened the door to Elrohir’s room. It was a spacious room furnished with dark brown wood furniture and emerald green curtains and bedding. There was a massive desk pushed beneath a window overlooking an overgrown garden. ‘’There is plenty of room in the house. Perhaps you could use the painting room’’ he gave the man a rueful smile ‘’I haven’t painted in ages so the easels are all along the walls. Just don’t look under the white blankets covering them please’’ The vampire noticed a notebook, probably fallen a long time ago beneath the desk. He bent to retrieve it, running his fingers fondly over the cover with a sad smile. He knew without opening it that this was Daniel’s

Elrohir’s question startled him out of his reverie and he looked at the male sharply. Had he guessed Armand’s nature? No, surely not or he would be running right now ‘’Ah. It’s very brave of you to approach this question dead on. I would not have put the ad had I not thought I would be safe with someone around. You seem like an honorable man. It would be unbearably rude of me to bring you harm when you are so delightful’’ Armand gave the man his most angelic smile, hiding his fangs of course ‘’As for secrets, well aren’t these only fun when they are found out?’’

N Damen ave apt to share. Must be nocturnal

Elrohir slipped into the house, his feet nearly silent on the usually creaky old wood floor. Either he was used to threading silently or he was a lot lighter than he looked. Armand looked at the man’s back as he inspected the house. He was all lean strength, with hard muscles hidden under the fine shirt Elrohir was wearing. He was definitely athletic, and in this day and age Armand should assume it was due to sport, but something in the way the tall male moved spoke of a grace acquired in battle. One more mystery.

‘’The house has many wings and is partly hidden under the trees so it does look smaller from the street’’ Armand ran his fingers lightly on a dark wood table, still remembering the dust that had covered it hours before. ‘’I live here alone. There are workers that take care of the yard but they don’t come inside the house’’ He met Elrohir’s eyes ‘’Hopefully if you like the place, I won’t anymore’’ The redhead wasn’t about to tell the grey-eyed stranger that no one mortal had set foot inside in over a decade

‘’We will share cleaning duties. I mostly eat out. I’m also very peculiar about food so there is no need to share food with me’’ He smiled, the lie coming easily to him ‘’Come, I will show you to your rooms. I live on the top floor but all the first floor is shared space. Feel free to ask questions. I am fairly private but we should know more about one another if we are to live together’’

N Damen ave apt to share. Must be nocturnal

Armand went from the front room to the den, sliding silently through the darkened house. Everything was too quiet. The gloom turned the laughing faces in the paintings into a mockery of his loneliness. He had to sell the house. Putting a hand on the banister, he ascended slowly toward his room. His feet did not make enough noise to hide that there was music playing in the house down the street. Two people arguing about dinner then making up with a kiss. Life.

Selling the house would mean fleeing. It would mean giving up on his love ever returning to him. At the top of the stairs, Armand had to pause. The telltale stabbing pain was lesser than he expected. Maybe he was moving on. No, he wouldn’t sell the house, but he needed it to contain life again. He would get a flatmate. Some night owl living in the margins of society, brimming with understanding about modern life.

Armand sat down in front of his computer. He would advertise a room on the ground floor. Expensive enough not to get a student looking to party but not too much he’d get a rich bachelor that worked 80 hours a week. Not a writer. It was too close to Daniel. Maybe an artist? Armand finished the posting and found himself looking forward to something for the first time in a long time. Now to wait for the applicants.

Elrohir sat in the local Starbucks sipping at a warm, sweet coffee as he surfed the net looking at ads for apartments.  He had been enjoying his adventure among the mortals of the modern age of Arda, yet it seemed that the people here frowned at the homeless.  Spit on them at times.

He paused, noticing the ad about renting a room in a house.  The sharing of utilities and such.  Now that might be a fine idea for one like himself.  It would put a roof over his head, and allow him to make a friend of sorts among the people here.  With a smile he typed out an email response to the ad. Greetings,  I am looking for a place to call home, new to the city, and happen to enjoy doing the majority of my work during the evenings.  I would be very happy if we could perhaps meet tomorrow and I could see the room you are offering, and we could decide if sharing living quarters might be agreeable to us both.  Looking forward to hearing from you, Elrohir.

Armand looked at the smiling picture had been attached to the email, now printed on glossy paper. The man had absolutely no previous references of landlords or workplaces, and Armand would have overlooked his application immediately had it not been for that picture. The man was gorgeous, in a way that made you stop and stare. There was also something otherworldly about him. His bone structure was too fine, his eyes just a little bit too bright, as if they shone from the inside. To any human Elrohir would look like a foreign model but to him, he looked like a marvelous mystery. He wasn’t a vampire, but he was definitely at least in part inhuman.

Armand had replied quickly to the email and invited the man over at 10pm. The vampire had been busy since cleaning up the dust that had accumulated during his mournful solitude. Now the house still looked slightly sinister because of the wealth of old art and furniture, but at least it didn’t look haunted anymore. It was nearly time and Armand waited in the living room while listening to some chamber music. When he heard the doorbell ring, he slid the picture between the pages of a nearby book and opened the door with a smile. ‘’Welcome to my home Elrohir. Please come in’’

Between a rock and a hard place (Open RP)

Louis picked up the phone, his all too thin fingers trembling as he dialed the only number that came to mind in that moment. He could hear his heart beating in his throat, hoping the others wouldn’t be back soon, that they would not catch him with the stolen phone in his possession. It rang and rang before finally he heard it click on the other end.

“Please, it’s me, Louis. I–I’m in a bad way. I know we haven’t spoken in a long time, but…” He closed his eyes, licking his cracked lips, “I really need your help.”

The cellphone thrilled on the table and Armand looked at the screen disinterestedly. Those that had that number were few and he didn’t particularly care to talk to any of them this night. ‘Unknown caller’. Just great. Benji had probably lost his phone. Again. Armand picked up, about to exchange some very unkind words with his fledgling, but was stunned into silence by the voice on the other end. He let the silence lengthen, unsure about what to say. There was a rasp in Louis’ voice that Armand did not like at all. 

The redhead shook himself and went in an empty room of the penthouse, closing the door to muffle the sounds of the piano. Armand was certainly not about to let himself be drawn in again by Louis’ pain. He heard the high pitch of the phone glass under stress, just at the edge of his hearing, and he forced his hand to loosen “Lestat is not picking up his phone?” He let his eyes wander on the skyline of twinkling lights, his resolve to be unkind crumbling pathetically fast. The vampire sighed and leaned his forehead on the cold glass “Just tell me what you need Louis”

Louis heard the annoyance in his voice, the frustration with him. He didn’t blame him. If there had been anyone else he could have called, he would have.

“He changed his number,” he whispered. “Look, Im sorry,” he whispered, “I don’t have much time, and not much battery on this stolen cell phone.” He swallowed. “I’m being held against my will, ‘Mand. If I don’t get out of here soon, I’m going to die.”

Louis had a talent to find himself in untenable situations but being captured was a horror that echoed with Armand dark history. He matched Louis’ whisper in case the jailers were vampires “Vampires or mortals? Where are they keeping you? How long do I have to get to you?” So many other questions wanted to rush out of his mouth but he had to be practical.

He pushed through the web of interconnected lives with the dark gift to try to find Louis’ telltale presence. He wished, not for the first time, that he was more powerful. Louis was out of time he had said, and there was no time to go find an elder. If Armand was honest, he wanted to be the one to rescue Louis and be his solace as he recovered.

He had blocked his awareness of Louis’ presence for so long that the connection was a bloodless limb sluggish to respond. Armand finally found the dim hum of Louis’ presence on the west coast, so faint Armand became dizzy with fear for his friend “I’m glad you called ma beauté. You won’t be in this dreadful place for much longer now, I promise”

Between a rock and a hard place (Open RP)

Louis picked up the phone, his all too thin fingers trembling as he dialed the only number that came to mind in that moment. He could hear his heart beating in his throat, hoping the others wouldn’t be back soon, that they would not catch him with the stolen phone in his possession. It rang and rang before finally he heard it click on the other end.

“Please, it’s me, Louis. I–I’m in a bad way. I know we haven’t spoken in a long time, but…” He closed his eyes, licking his cracked lips, “I really need your help.”

The cellphone thrilled on the table and Armand looked at the screen disinterestedly. Those that had that number were few and he didn’t particularly care to talk to any of them this night. ‘Unknown caller’. Just great. Benji had probably lost his phone. Again. Armand picked up, about to exchange some very unkind words with his fledgling, but was stunned into silence by the voice on the other end. He let the silence lengthen, unsure about what to say. There was a rasp in Louis’ voice that Armand did not like at all. 

The redhead shook himself and went in an empty room of the penthouse, closing the door to muffle the sounds of the piano. Armand was certainly not about to let himself be drawn in again by Louis’ pain. He heard the high pitch of the phone glass under stress, just at the edge of his hearing, and he forced his hand to loosen “Lestat is not picking up his phone?” He let his eyes wander on the skyline of twinkling lights, his resolve to be unkind crumbling pathetically fast. The vampire sighed and leaned his forehead on the cold glass “Just tell me what you need Louis”

N Damen ave apt to share. Must be nocturnal

Armand went from the front room to the den, sliding silently through the darkened house. Everything was too quiet. The gloom turned the laughing faces in the paintings into a mockery of his loneliness. He had to sell the house. Putting a hand on the banister, he ascended slowly toward his room. His feet did not make enough noise to hide that there was music playing in the house down the street. Two people arguing about dinner then making up with a kiss. Life.

Selling the house would mean fleeing. It would mean giving up on his love ever returning to him. At the top of the stairs, Armand had to pause. The telltale stabbing pain was lesser than he expected. Maybe he was moving on. No, he wouldn’t sell the house, but he needed it to contain life again. He would get a flatmate. Some night owl living in the margins of society, brimming with understanding about modern life.

Armand sat down in front of his computer. He would advertise a room on the ground floor. Expensive enough not to get a student looking to party but not too much he’d get a rich bachelor that worked 80 hours a week. Not a writer. It was too close to Daniel. Maybe an artist? Armand finished the posting and found himself looking forward to something for the first time in a long time. Now to wait for the applicants.

interviewed-the-vampire
I just want shenanigans

*Comes in with a circus artist that spits fire, a fog machine and a flying drone with wind chimes attached to it* 

Ask and you shall receive

-gets hit with the drone- “jesus fucking christ…”

“But...you said shenanigans”

*starts fog machine with his foot. The fire spitter spits a fireball and promptly catches the nearest plant on fire. Armand looks sheepish*

“Maybe I should have planned this better instead of just taking things I had lying around my apartment”

Aurora Wings Unfold

Delighting herself in the cold touch of her lips against her wrist, she received his words with avid ears, her gaze ablaze, marveled and eager “Oh, you have worded it precisely, dearest, Isn’t this a task much suitable for those like us? It shall be a delight to join you, yes”
A gasp came out of her followed by a soft laugh when she found herself lifted effortlessly by Armand’s hands. Armand, her boy, her friend and her lover, was perhaps the only person in the world capable of erasing completely all her worries. A part of her was alway watchful, always in guard, but not around him, with him she felt joyful, free, even juvenile.
Easily entrusting herself to his hands she smiled widely “Everyone will be in awe for just seeing me walking into it, dearest,” she said with amusement very palpable in her voice “I will think of something… but now put me down or carry me properly in your arms so we can go to see our Jaeger”

Armand laughed, an unrestricted and happy sound. It was a wonder how Bianca could peel away so many years off him, an artist restoring a painting by uncovering the true work of art behind layers and layers of grime. “Your wish is my command my lady” He swung her body to grab her legs and princess carried the blonde out of the room “They will watch with disbelief at first, and disbelief will turn to awe once they see you pilot” He thought of something and grinned widely “I wonder if we can make a jaeger skip”

Armand managed to slide his card over the reader and the door to the dock opened with a whoosh of chilled compressed air. He walked on the dark platform, the lights coming on in shifts to reveal the scuffed metal of the jaeger. Even after having seen many hours of combat, the blue and gold paint-job was still clearly visible “There it is darling. It might need a caring touch to be worthy of you but we’ll get it in shape in no time”

He moved his head in vain trying to get away from the slender fingers that touched his own youthful mouth, the touch made him flinch. The rage that poisoned his blood rushed to his face and burned in his ears.
“What do you want me to say? If your mind wasn’t such a fortress, I wouldn’t have an issue with invading your privacy, I could simply just repeat whatever you wanted me to say so you’d unhand me. Your behaviour disgusts me Monsieur,” His French accent thicker which happened whenever he had a rush of emotions. He wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing verbally how much he despised him in this one moment more than anyone else he’d ever known.
Armand’s touch to his face mocked him further. To defend himself from having his head obliterated in his hands he moved his long arms to try and push him away yet he was unmovable. The damnable create! Antoine thought. When he moved his hands back to his side Antoine slowly moved backwards almost tripping over the smithereens of what was once his beloved violin.
“To answer your question,” He said through his teeth, “I’d rather die as stubborn as the day I was born.”

Armand was enthralled, his earlier melancholy lost to the glory that was Antoine caught up in his anger. He stepped forward as Antoine stepped back “Did you? When Lestat turned you, did you fight him? Were you stubborn then, with your hart racing and your little fists clenching against the horror and the beauty of what was happening to you? Or did you fall willingly into his arms, charmed by the shimmering torrent of his love for life? I’m certain you didn’t have him unhand you. No you must have chased his hands, his touch” Armand pulled away sharply, the space between Antoine and him suddenly an unbridgeable chasm “Like Louis did. Like they all do. Even me” The redhead let out a small self-derisive laugh and looked around the silent room once more “You should go then. I am…unfit for company” He walked toward a large bookcase that had held countless opera librettos, running his finger over the spines, old and new, of so many plays. “Do you know how to find your way to Marius’ house? You can meet Sybelle there. I’ll find you a new violin. I know it won’t replace the one I destroyed but I have lived with and loved enough musicians to know there will be a time when your fingers will ache to slide across strings”

His small slender hands had such strength and the his cold flesh burned into Antoine’s warm cheeks. He was flushed suddenly and kept his face aligned with Armand’s even if he had to look down into his face, his amber eyes pierced him making him feel all the more uncomfortable Antoine was much taller, yet it wasn’t an advantage for the older vampire. The raven-haired musician’s eyes softened and his cupid’s bow mouth formed an insolent pout. His skilled hands clenched into tight fists on the sides of his body, bracing himself for no good reason. 
“Never mind why my heart races! I wish to leave here as soon as possible. I - I can’t stand to be around you at this moment, as for another time? You will have your chance, I know you will manipulate me by manoeuvring Sybelle around. I’ll follow. You bastard! You know I’ll follow,” His fists tightened even more as he looked into the seemingly innocent eyes. Antoine closed his own and shook his head quickly. 
“I have a very angry spirit, yes. I understand now you are unfettered by politeness. I suppose you’ve never had to a reason to be polite to anyone. I have no choice but to be by your side, you know this, you know where Marius is. Sybelle is with Marius, you noted earlier. As for the blood you can keep it and do whatever the hell you want with it. Just don’t paw at it in front of me again or I won’t hesitate to dash your brains out.” 

“So much rage and passion behind the lovely facade of your face Antoine” Armand touched the musician’s plump lips with a light finger “You couldn’t harm me even if you tried. Lestat’s blood is strong, but he had not drunk from the fount of our race when he made you” Insolent, he looked directly in Antoine’s eyes with an amused face “Tell me Antoine. Do you hate me? Do I disgust you enough that hate burns in you and the fire of it consumes your whole heart? Do I not fill your whole being right now then? Tell me”

He moved his hands to frame Antoine’s face “You are so beautiful. If you cannot care for me, I guess I will inch my way into your life through anger and hate” Armand squeezed, just a bit, his strength making his hold on Antoine’s face a vise “I could dash your brains out myself, as you so eloquently put it. Would you be afraid and beg me not to? Or would you die angry and defiant?” Armand let up the pressure “But I won’t. I already destroyed one thing of beauty and worth tonight”

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Shifts around in the shadows, "I confess a deep and unquestioning love for you."

“There is no need for you to remain hidden. Why would I not welcome your affection? But how can you claim to love me unquestioningly? Unconditional love is a lie”

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“Perhaps I look like a killer, but I’m really a cupcake.” he purred under Armand’s touch.  He met the bright amber eyes and smirked deeply, “I swear that I will not devour you whole and spit out your bones.”  He leaned closer, whispering in his ear, “I rather enjoy devouring the bones whole as well.”

“A cupcake?” Armand looked amused “A ravenous and bloodthirsty cupcake? That’s an interesting image. I want to gorge myself on your bloody frosting” He smiled with his teeth in full display and pulled the elfpire forward by a belt loop

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Marius had been walking, not paying much attention. The invites had gone out and many had already responded. It was going to be a nice turn out, he could tell. Armand had responded as well, confirming he’d be there with one other. He couldn’t help being nervous, but he pushed it to the back of his mind.

Out of the corner of his eyes he saw red just before he felt the contact to his jaw. It had been a solid hit, even causing him to move back. Turning wide blue eyes to his attacker, he realized instantly who it was and very likely why. “I…suppose I deserved that.” He replied calmly, rubbing his jaw. “I take it you’re rather angry. I don’t blame you, but you do have to admit that Daniel is happy. Why be angry at that?”

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Marius looked sadly at his fledgling. “ What would you have me do? I do not pretend anything, only inquire. I admit my judgement hasn’t always been the best, but I do love Daniel and I would never intentionally hurt him. Surely you know this?” He sighed softly, looking Armand over. “It was not meant to be if you behaved or not. I do want you as my Best Man. You have all reason to say no and I won’t argue. I’ve hurt you many times ever since we’ve been united and even before. I’ve tried to atone for them, but only made it worse. I’ve taken my hands out of your life as much as possible to keep from hurting you over and over again.” He went still for a moment. “I’m sorry that I keep hurting you…I’ve tried to keep my distance because of it. I love Daniel and I’ve been able to do better for him than I ever had you, even with taking you into the Palazzo. If we find out that we can truly last forever then we may show others that even vampires can be constants. If we don’t then we had a good run at it, no? I will never leave him. If he decides to go I will respect his wishes and let him, but I will not be the one to initiate such.” He stood still, blue eyes looking over his companion once more.

“Oh, you never intentionally hurt any of us. I’m certain you didn’t mean to hurt Bianca when you offered Pandora to run away with her. After all, Bianca wasn’t supposed to hear. And all these times you angered your first love, the one you said you would always return to, deep enough that Pandora would leave, I’m certain you consider it was a terrible misunderstanding” He shook his head “You don’t do penitence Marius. Taking yourself away from the lives of those you pretend to love is not atonement. If you had been truly sorry, you would have stopped this with Daniel before you came to the point of tearing him away from me”

The redhead played idly with the edge of his thumbnail, letting his fringe hide his eyes from his maker. He continued softly “I know you love him and I can only hope you will be good to him, as he will be to you. What do I have left other than well wishes at this point? I feel like an old friend left at quay, waving as the ship departs with my two loves. It’s too late to jump on board, and too early to turn away to cry so I have to keep smiling until it’s over” Armand wiped away his eye, angry that he could not remain impassible anymore “I’ll wave and smile as you take your vows to one another and I’ll keep smiling as you leave the building to build your new life. Is that what you want Marius?”