𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝑝̲𝑖̲𝑎̲𝑛̲𝑖̲𝑠̲𝑡̲.

always and forever. . ˖ ꒰𑁬 ♡ ໒꒱ ˖ .| parody.

[ُ @grnte]

in the depth of my soul, there is a wordless song.

[𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝑝̲𝑖̲𝑎̲𝑛̲𝑖̲𝑠̲𝑡̲. @appasssionata]

// does anyone else get these weird random accounts that somehow favorite your pics or gifs?? It’s been happening on all my accs 😭

[𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝑝̲𝑖̲𝑎̲𝑛̲𝑖̲𝑠̲𝑡̲. @appasssionata]

@maitrpyre you flatter me, mamma. ( Rpesite humble words, preening under the compliment anyhow. )

[𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝑝̲𝑖̲𝑎̲𝑛̲𝑖̲𝑠̲𝑡̲. @appasssionata]

@WANTMYDRAMA “Then I hope I do not disappoint.” Shifting in the seat, hands rested themselves back into position, before beginning to play once more. The Appassionata was ingrained into her soul, evident in the way the air shifts with the notes, fingers playing with perfect fervor.

[𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝑝̲𝑖̲𝑎̲𝑛̲𝑖̲𝑠̲𝑡̲. @appasssionata]

@benjimahmoud What is happening

[𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝑝̲𝑖̲𝑎̲𝑛̲𝑖̲𝑠̲𝑡̲. @appasssionata]

Benji has shown me 25 YouTube videos today.

[𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝑝̲𝑖̲𝑎̲𝑛̲𝑖̲𝑠̲𝑡̲. @appasssionata]

https://t.co/7zpl9bstQ3

[𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝑝̲𝑖̲𝑎̲𝑛̲𝑖̲𝑠̲𝑡̲. @appasssionata]

Sybelle did not get many visitors, nor did she wander far from the safe haven that Armand had set up in the city, but tonight was different. Gradually, she had been wandering into small clubs and event spaces to play, and tonight it was a crowded setting, but not so much it—

[𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝑝̲𝑖̲𝑎̲𝑛̲𝑖̲𝑠̲𝑡̲. @appasssionata]

https://t.co/L0s7iPBGLa

[𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝑝̲𝑖̲𝑎̲𝑛̲𝑖̲𝑠̲𝑡̲. @appasssionata]

even the piano could tune it out. And so tonight, Sybelle had taken an evening out, wandering down to the nearest bookstore to find something to immerse her mind it. And of course, she had indeed found something. It was not a surprise she did not spent much time on—

[𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝑝̲𝑖̲𝑎̲𝑛̲𝑖̲𝑠̲𝑡̲. @appasssionata]

One presence she had heard much of over the clamor of voices in the vampiric hotline, when she paid attention. Without much thought, she recovered m the piece, though eyes flicked up as she did so, meeting @waslelio’s.

[𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝑝̲𝑖̲𝑎̲𝑛̲𝑖̲𝑠̲𝑡̲. @appasssionata]

Sybelle did not get many visitors, nor did she wander far from the safe haven that Armand had set up in the city, but tonight was different. Gradually, she had been wandering into small clubs and event spaces to play, and tonight it was a crowded setting, but not so much it—

[𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝑝̲𝑖̲𝑎̲𝑛̲𝑖̲𝑠̲𝑡̲. @appasssionata]

once in a generation, undiscovered talent. But Sybelle had been playing this piece for years now, it was a part of her as much as blood, and bone and muscle were. It was rare that she faltered in note, but the presence felt in the space had a key panging out of order. —

[𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝑝̲𝑖̲𝑎̲𝑛̲𝑖̲𝑠̲𝑡̲. @appasssionata]

@darkhorsespy Oh, thank you. I don’t get that often. Though I don’t really socialize with many. . .

( a little brow furrow. ) You do have very big, wet eyes.

[𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝑝̲𝑖̲𝑎̲𝑛̲𝑖̲𝑠̲𝑡̲. @appasssionata]

@WANTMYDRAMA A short laugh, fingers pausing for a moment, tune cutting off.

“Then I shall play it for you. I have played it thousands of times. I would hope to have mastered it by now.”

[𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝑝̲𝑖̲𝑎̲𝑛̲𝑖̲𝑠̲𝑡̲. @appasssionata]

@WANTMYDRAMA “Really? Do you like it?” Finally, eyes glance up, a gentle mix of orange and ruby, mouth offering a little smile.

“I don’t think it’s my best. But I am overly critical.”

[𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝑝̲𝑖̲𝑎̲𝑛̲𝑖̲𝑠̲𝑡̲. @appasssionata]

hand moving aside to display the cover, Daniel’s name emblazoned across it.

“Why Louis left?”

[𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝑝̲𝑖̲𝑎̲𝑛̲𝑖̲𝑠̲𝑡̲. @appasssionata]

Restlessness often overtook her like a plague, creeping up when she least expected it. But it had become worse, ever since the shift in the community. More and more have been turned on a daily, more and more voices in the telepathic sea. Sometimes they agitated her, and not—

[𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝑝̲𝑖̲𝑎̲𝑛̲𝑖̲𝑠̲𝑡̲. @appasssionata]

A familiar book was clutched to her chest, expression both curious and apprehensive, standing before her parental figure with questions facing through her mind, having torn through it within the hour.

“Is this why Lestat is so angry with you?” Voice soft, timid, —