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David Talbot

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Vampire Chronicles Fandom FC: Francis Cadieux Tracking Tag: immortal-gentleman

Everard looked up from his laptop, skin as smooth and white as the marble kitchen island top. He gave his lover a small smile.

"Still?" he asked lightly, broadening his smile, fangs flashing.

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There were times still when David was left dumb-struck by how much he truly adored this man he had made his life with. Sometimes he could happily watch him going about his affairs, thinking on just how lucky he was to have him in his life. Many things these last few years could have gone very differently indeed.

"Yes, still." He replied with an amused chuckle and he moved to join him at the counter. "What are you working on this evening?"

//To the other person who sent us an anon, that was a bit vulgar and David and I just won't respond to that kind of thing, sorry.

Anonymous asked:

If one of Everard's fledglings showed back up would you be willing to share him and live together?

"That isn't something I'd considered and if it did come up I think it would be something I'd have to give more consideration to at the time."

Maximus slowly nodded, debating the possibilities and the man before him. What he would offer in return had the potential of being too little, or too intimate. So then, "Ask of me what you will. I shall confess if I am uncomfortable. This I promise."

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That made David smile gently and for a short while he considered just what he could ask of him. There were many options of what he could have asked and picking something was actually quite difficult. "Honestly, I'd be happy to know anything about you. What do you spend your time doing?"

After waking and dressing himself for the day, David had come straight downstairs to find Everard, a little smile on his lips and a twinkle in his eye. "Happy Valentines Day, dearest." He said by way of announcement when he did find Everard.

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Everard was just done pouring some birdfeed in Black Phillip’s tray, closing the bag and turning at the sound of David’s voice. The Frenchman scrunched his nose at David’s words.“That’s too much sugar in one sentence, David.“ he teased lightly. “Hungry? I left you some.“ he shook the bag of feed.

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“It’s one day out of the year that you’ll get such pleasantries out of me. I’m not terribly good at it anyway.” He replied with a small laugh, since it had been an awkward thing to say anyway and he shook his head. “Are you suggesting that I’m a bird, or your pet?”

A smile spread over his face at David’s guff. “Neither.” he put the bag down back in the cabinet next to the cage. “Just- that you are just as magnificent and have the potential of growing exceptionally old.“ It was a good thing he had a talent for worming himself out of this sort of thing. Not that he needed to, but he was enjoying himself.

"Well, I suppose that is true." He replied with a smile and an amused laugh as he moved closer and leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek, all while holding a small jewellery box out towards him. Nestled inside he would find a ring and though David knew that Everard had many of those and probably didn't need another, he'd been drawn to this one: a simple, silver band with a beautiful sapphire embedded in it.

After waking and dressing himself for the day, David had come straight downstairs to find Everard, a little smile on his lips and a twinkle in his eye. "Happy Valentines Day, dearest." He said by way of announcement when he did find Everard.

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Everard was just done pouring some birdfeed in Black Phillip’s tray, closing the bag and turning at the sound of David’s voice. The Frenchman scrunched his nose at David’s words. “That’s too much sugar in one sentence, David.“ he teased lightly. “Hungry? I left you some.“ he shook the bag of feed.

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"It's one day out of the year that you'll get such pleasantries out of me. I'm not terribly good at it anyway." He replied with a small laugh, since it had been an awkward thing to say anyway and he shook his head. "Are you suggesting that I'm a bird, or your pet?"

Anonymous asked:

Do you still have contact with the Talamasca at all?

“No, and I have no desire to have any.”

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“I see, I hear you,” he nodded and and took the moment to indulge in David’s way, his posture and little movements, before he sat back and delved into his own thoughts. “….Truly you aren’t concerned with us? We have proved to you our well intentions? I can greatly understand the worry of corruption, it is something that tends to leak into all factions of life, at least where man is involved. I admit my at a distance approach has allowed such corruption to grow too well. It may be time that I try and deal with it though I had resolved to leave the order solely to the mortals… but now you have me worried.”

“If all of your intentions truly were as innocent as you claim, then I suppose I have no reason to be concerned with them. I have always questioned it and perhaps I will never entirely be able to trust it but my concerns have always been most with those that are recruited. Not everyone has the purest of intentions and some are very good at hiding their true nature. Raglan James and, sadly, Merrick Mayfair are perfect examples of that. In their cases, we were lucky that their motives were largely selfish.” He replied quietly, frowning slightly in concern. “Perhaps I should never have mentioned this. Or perhaps I should have spoken with you about my concerns a long time ago. Either way, it was not my intention to worry you so.”

He gave a soft, “They were, they are,” about his intentions as he listened on. He nodded when the blood drinker was finished, “Your concerns are from your heart, it’s admirable, and don’t worry about worrying me-” an easy smile, his voice low, so fleshy and human from his large chest, “I want to know this things. Perhaps it helps to think, what if there hadn’t been the order. What different paths would each have taken? Most probably on their own? That’s what makes me feel better at the end of the day, that I gave otherwise unreachable opportunities to so many.”

“I’ve never really considered that if I’m honest. I imagine the world would probably know a great deal more about the supernatural and I don’t believe that would be a good thing either. There probably would have been a great deal more death too. On both sides… That all sounded far more cynical than I meant it to. I just don’t imagine that all human’s would react very well to such knowledge and the retaliation from supernatural creatures… well, it could have been quite messy, I think.” He sat back now and decided to give up speaking for the moment because it was still sounding very cynical; apparently he was still very much the grumpy old man he’d once been.

He nodded and gave a soft laugh, hoping to indicate that he understood. “Every so often I would take over certain cases, especially those with spirits. I’m proud to say I helped many to move on or to find a new purpose, either staying bodiless or forming an avatar like myself. If a creature turned out to be too malevolent or dangerous I would go to friends and allies who could take care of the problems for me. It all made me ready to step in when Amel began his destruction.” He stopped before he unloaded too much at one time.

That did make him think back over those days, the moments when he felt like he’d truly made a difference in some way. “Those were some of my proudest moments too. We gave a safe haven to a great many.” There were many Talamascan’s too, for whom he’d acted as mentor and he’d always taken a more holistic approach to such things. So many of them had come to the Order when absolutely everything in their lives had fallen apart, often because of their abilities. He did know that he, and the Order itself had helped a great many. “I suppose there were many moments throughout history that would have been far worse without our involvement.”

Anonymous asked:

Do you still have contact with the Talamasca at all?

“No, and I have no desire to have any.”

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“I see, I hear you,” he nodded and and took the moment to indulge in David’s way, his posture and little movements, before he sat back and delved into his own thoughts. “….Truly you aren’t concerned with us? We have proved to you our well intentions? I can greatly understand the worry of corruption, it is something that tends to leak into all factions of life, at least where man is involved. I admit my at a distance approach has allowed such corruption to grow too well. It may be time that I try and deal with it though I had resolved to leave the order solely to the mortals… but now you have me worried.”

“If all of your intentions truly were as innocent as you claim, then I suppose I have no reason to be concerned with them. I have always questioned it and perhaps I will never entirely be able to trust it but my concerns have always been most with those that are recruited. Not everyone has the purest of intentions and some are very good at hiding their true nature. Raglan James and, sadly, Merrick Mayfair are perfect examples of that. In their cases, we were lucky that their motives were largely selfish.” He replied quietly, frowning slightly in concern. “Perhaps I should never have mentioned this. Or perhaps I should have spoken with you about my concerns a long time ago. Either way, it was not my intention to worry you so.”

He gave a soft, “They were, they are,” about his intentions as he listened on. He nodded when the blood drinker was finished, “Your concerns are from your heart, it’s admirable, and don’t worry about worrying me-” an easy smile, his voice low, so fleshy and human from his large chest, “I want to know this things. Perhaps it helps to think, what if there hadn’t been the order. What different paths would each have taken? Most probably on their own? That’s what makes me feel better at the end of the day, that I gave otherwise unreachable opportunities to so many.”

“I’ve never really considered that if I’m honest. I imagine the world would probably know a great deal more about the supernatural and I don’t believe that would be a good thing either. There probably would have been a great deal more death too. On both sides... That all sounded far more cynical than I meant it to. I just don’t imagine that all human’s would react very well to such knowledge and the retaliation from supernatural creatures... well, it could have been quite messy, I think.” He sat back now and decided to give up speaking for the moment because it was still sounding very cynical; apparently he was still very much the grumpy old man he’d once been.

Everard had the most delightful habit of writing David wonderful little poems and leaving them for him to find, usually in the pages of his books. Every time, it filled David with a giddy happiness because it was such a sweet and endearing thing to do and while he felt the most intense love for him bubbling away inside of him, he also felt quite guilty, knowing that he wasn’t the best at expressing his feelings or even thinking of these intimate little things to do. For Everard, it seemed as natural as breathing. But tonight he would change that.

Everard was out and he had the perfect opportunity to set up his little plan. He set a bunch of roses just inside the main entrance in a vase, they were the most beautiful deep purple colour and he’d known they were perfect as soon as he saw them. From there, a trail of petals littered the floor, twisting its way deeper into the house.

Everard’s breaths heaved slowly under David’s touches, while he quite gently nuzzled the man’s hair as the other pressed that kiss to his shoulder.

“David, don’t expect me to want things that do not come naturally to you.” he said reassuringly. Everard raised his hand to squeeze the back of his lover’s neck. “I am plenty satisfied watching you do your every day things. Your perks for being so ridiculously handsome.” he chuckled.

The water sloshed again as Everard pulled his legs in a little bit so he could turn a bit more. Water drops sounded heavy on the surface when he pulled his right arm out of the water and put both around David’s shoulders. Everard’s lips brushed over the man’s cheekbone and jawline and ear.

“How about we stay unclothed today.” a whisper onto David’s ear. “Go back to bed.” It was more than obvious that this whole romantic surprise unlocked the softest part of Everard’s nature, but never without that undeniable desire for the physical.

His reassurances did make David smile and chuckle gently, but he already knew that he was going to have to continue making more of an effort. Everard’s reaction to this was too good for him to not want to see it again. “I don’t expect it, but I want to do it. More often than I do at least.” He insisted, smiling at him as he lifted his head once more.

The way his lips brushed against his cheek and how it seemed that he just kept wanting to get closer, filled David with a deep pleasure. He was just a little pleased with himself truth be told and he chuckled at Everard’s whispered suggestions. “I couldn’t think of anything better.” He replied in a whisper of his own as he trailed one hand slowly up Everard’s back.

The Frenchman relished in the gentle touch, appreciating the fact that time was not a thing to concern about for them. He flicked the tip of his nose against David’s cheekbone, before pressing his lips to David’s mouth again. A few slow, languid kisses before he deepened it. He nicked David’s lip with his fang, wanting to taste him. To get the blood rushing and pick up his heartbeat. 

David very much enjoyed intimate moments like this and he kissed him back with slow movements that built quite naturally into something more passionate. His lips twitched into a small smile when he felt Everard make a little tear in his lip and he pressed into the kiss a little more, encouraging him to take what he wanted. He curled his fingers into Everard's hair too, very much wanting to keep him nice and close.

“I am trying to console you, yes. But I believe what I say.” He insisted, his gaze still focussed on Lestat. It seemed so unnatural for him to be so still, him of all people. It always struck him as being the most strange thing in all of this; to see Lestat so still and silent for so long. “He will come back to us.” He insisted with determination, looking back at Louis with a solemn gaze, just to truly drive home how much he meant that. “He’ll come back to both of us and maybe then we’ll gain some understanding of what exactly happened.”
He was powerfully curious to know the answers to Louis’ questions and so many others besides. Or perhaps it would only make everything all the more confusing, only posing more questions than giving answers. “Egotistic entitlement has nothing to do with wanting to know the truth. These are all questions that have existed for the entire history of humanity. We have always questioned and had so few answers. Logically, there must be something. If we exist, then so can anything else we can imagine, as well as much more that we cannot.” He spoke distractedly, his gaze having returned to the still figure of their maker and almost anything that came to his mind found itself being voiced.

It would be easy to believe David. Louis found himself taken in by his assuredness, the confidence which inflected every word. Shouldn’t David understand this better than anyone? He had seen things that Louis had lived in ignorance of for two hundred years, if he believed that Lestat was somehow cognisant of them,, and while not entirely present, certainly enough to return, why shouldn’t it be true? Louis willed it to be true. And yet, he feared that whatever of Lestat remained in that still, unmoving thing, it wasn’t enough to call their maker back. If Lestat had truly seen God, could he not be in heaven, now? He had never considered that a vampire soul might itself depart, and leave the body that could not die inert. But could it? Would the immortal body simply live on, abandoned by the animus of the soul? Such questions tortured Louis, and though he knew that David may be the only person capable of answering them,, he didn’t dare voice them. 

“I wish I shared your faith,” he confessed, an uncertain quirk of his lips softening his expression slightly. “You don’t believe it, do you, David,” Louis said. He didn’t ask, he felt it, he all but saw it in the way that David looked at Lestat, supine, unmoving, on the hard stone floor of the alter. “You don’t believe that he saw God, or spoke to the devil, or that the choir of angels were the ones who wounded him, you imagine… what? Spirits, perhaps?” Louis angled his head, a curious lilt of his subtly rounded chin, the narrowing of his eyes as he considered it himself. “Is it not possible that these spirits are what they purport to be? That God is simply one of these spirits, and yet capable of all He has promised? We speak so much of spirits, the Holy spirit, the disembodied soul godhead capable of possessing other bodies, speaking with their tongues, could it be that all of this is simply the work of another of these… presences?” 

Louis leaned back against one of the hard wooden pews, his arms crossing loosely over his chest, head bowed as if in prayer, but he did little more than contemplate the thin glowing stream of dust that swirled through a fine silver strand of moonlight, pouring through the led-light windows. His heart was tight with hunger but that pain was a comfort, and paled to the pain of knowing that he may never know the love of God as devastatingly as his Maker had in those precious moments before he was flung out like another fallen angel.  “Tell me, David, speak to me. Rationalise it as I can’t. I’m much too close to it all.” 

David was surprised and caught a little off guard by Louis’ words, because they were painfully true. He seemed to see right through every wall David had ever built around himself to the truth at his heart. He was quiet for a long while and with a weary sigh, he sat heavily in the front pew. "I don't know what I believe. I wish I had some certainty, but I don't. I've never known what to believe because anything is possible, anything and everything we can think of. We exist, vampires exist, so why can't anything else? Perhaps he did see God and angels and the devil, perhaps they are just spirits, or perhaps they're something else entirely that our minds can't even fathom, from somewhere we can't even imagine. Perhaps God is closer to a human than any of us and his power only comes from our beliefs. Any and all of this is possible, Louis.” He paused briefly, but there was so much more on his mind he wanted to say and it was hard to resist. 

“The worst part of it all is that we’ll never know. Not for certain. We could believe that Lestat truly saw these things, he could come back and tell us all kinds of things, perhaps we could even see it in his blood if we drank from him. But we wouldn’t know. Because it could be that they are spirits who were just tricking him, or it could be real. He might have convinced himself so entirely of it that he made it true in his own mind, or it could really be true. Sometimes it is the worst part of human nature that we have intelligent minds and imaginations, that we seek answers. We want certainty where there can be none. We could be standing in heaven and still believe utterly that there is something better waiting. But I have to believe that Lestat will come back; he’s vulnerable like this and he still has a connection to this body. I know he has been... suggestive about giving up in the past, but I don’t think he ever really wanted to.”

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Super sneaky spy guy

The wolves talked about the order sometimes, laughed at the fake glyphs they put out for them, and how they sometimes would lead agents astray. Mostly they would gently nudge them away from any real clues, though there had been cases where tribes like the Red Talons had not so gently nudged too, making people disappear. But for the most part it was agreed upon to leave them alone, and not give them anything to go on. They kept an eye on them from time to time just to make sure there were no slip-ups, then simply kept their noses clean.

Rian had meant to just look at the motherhouse, maybe watch who came and went for a while. The part where the door didn’t quite close all the way behind one of those people was just a coincidence and the part where he slipped in that open door to look around inside boiled down to poor impulse control and pure stupidity. He’d probably get murdered or beaten bloody by his superiors later if they ever found out what he was doing. But he just couldn’t let the opportunity slip through his fingers.

He managed to dodge several people while sneaking through the house, wide, turquoise eyes taking in everything, just sort of following his feet as he moved deeper into the building. His stomach tingled as he dreamed up secret archives to sneak into, discovering secrets about the supernatural world down in epic vaults. maybe finding treasure along the way. He got so caught up in his own fantasy he forgot to pay attention, bumping right into someone’s chest as he rounded the corner.

The blond took a step back, freezing as he slowly looked up “I got lost!”

There was an old man weariness in David’s body that certainly wasn’t helped by the recent lack of sleep and he was beginning to wonder if he would ever feel normal again. He was old, certainly, but he’d not really felt it all that much until now. There was no sign of things letting up either, there was just such a lot to do and so much to keep track of. Such a lot to worry about too.

To say his mind was distracted was quite the understatement, but he still wouldn’t have noticed the young man hurtling around the corner at such an inopportune time. The collision caught him off guard and it took both his mind and body a moment to register what had happened.

The young man’s response made him wonder if he’d seen something he wasn’t supposed to and after doing a quick mental check of the rooms in their vicinity, he decided that it must simply be nerves. He righted himself quickly and smiled at gently at him, doing his best to be friendly. “No harm done. You must be the new recruit, I’m David Talbot.” He offered his hand with that same gentle smile, not wanting to make him any more nervous than he already seemed to be.

"I've never heard the turning from a vampire. Merely assumptions from others. Sometimes romanticized, mostly horrific. To hear the truth from your lips, what would you ask of me in return?"

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“I suppose information is the only real thing I could ask for in exchange. Anything you would feel comfortable telling me about yourself, I suppose.” He suggested quietly. He wasn’t sure what to ask of him that wouldn’t cause offence or make him uncomfortable. That was the last thing he wanted to do.

Anonymous asked:

You have the worst possible taste in men, you only like brats

"While I certainly would not say that it is the worst possible taste, I certainly do seem to enjoy a certain type of attitude." He agreed with a gentle laugh.

Anonymous asked:

Do you still have contact with the Talamasca at all?

“No, and I have no desire to have any.”

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"I see, I hear you," he nodded and and took the moment to indulge in David's way, his posture and little movements, before he sat back and delved into his own thoughts. "....Truly you aren't concerned with us? We have proved to you our well intentions? I can greatly understand the worry of corruption, it is something that tends to leak into all factions of life, at least where man is involved. I admit my at a distance approach has allowed such corruption to grow too well. It may be time that I try and deal with it though I had resolved to leave the order solely to the mortals... but now you have me worried."

“If all of your intentions truly were as innocent as you claim, then I suppose I have no reason to be concerned with them. I have always questioned it and perhaps I will never entirely be able to trust it but my concerns have always been most with those that are recruited. Not everyone has the purest of intentions and some are very good at hiding their true nature. Raglan James and, sadly, Merrick Mayfair are perfect examples of that. In their cases, we were lucky that their motives were largely selfish.” He replied quietly, frowning slightly in concern. “Perhaps I should never have mentioned this. Or perhaps I should have spoken with you about my concerns a long time ago. Either way, it was not my intention to worry you so.”

"We're just having a conversation. These things happen." And how nice it was to have a conversation with some semblance of equality, and with mutual respect. "I have no need for your apologies, but I accept your courtesy to offer." He would not waste time lingering on a love lost in new company. "Have you adjusted well to your new life? I'm sure there are interesting stories of missteps."

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David smiled at his rather gentlemanly response and gave him a grateful nod. “I have adjusted quite well, actually. Very few missteps which I suppose is mostly thanks to my prior knowledge. I had studied them for roughly fifty years before my turning, so luckily, I knew what to expect.”