β β if I am an angel,
paint me with black wings .α β β
β literate & descriptive. mdni.
β dark themes ahead! 18+
β book & tv series portrayal.
β #iwtvrp π¦
β βπ»: #Κα΄α΄Κα΄κ±α΄Ι΄α΄ ΚΚα΄ΙͺΙ΄κ±
Armand frowned, getting up from his seat to follow him close behind.
βLouis. It is not about Daniel. It is about me, the rage I have let build up inside. Bottled up for centuries. Donβt leave.β
Armand knew it was a touchy subject, especially given what all transpired during his antics.
βI enjoyed the feeling. It felt natural in a sense. Letting out something that I did not know I carried around with me. That is it. Your mishap, I did not take pleasure in.β
He didnβt answer immediately. He took some time avoiding his gaze, turning it towards their windows, covered by paper.
βIβd rather forget it.β
He said it coldly, shrugging his shoulders before getting up from the couch, having to move away from his figure.
βNo, that is not it.β
Armand stood up to join him on the lounge, his front fully turned to face the other man.
βI have not changed my mind, but. . there is a hole inside of me that I must fill. I enjoyed it, the blood and the pain.β
βI just need to look at you, to understand it.β
He pursed his lips, shrugging his shoulders at his statement. He didnβt know how to answer.
βIf youβve changed your mind, just say so.β
βHurt?β
An odd, confused expression spread across his gentle features, fully placing the book down.
βNo, not in the slightest. Perhaps, bored is more of an appropriate term. I had a taste of something just then, before I let him go. Do you not feel the same, my love?β
βMaybe youβre thinking about it, not me.β
Louis turned to look at him, shaking his head before resting his back on the sofa, crossing his legs right after.
βIt seems that you are more hurt than me.β
βI know. I have, yes.β
He paused, looking back into his book, as if to continue reading but put it down yet again.
βIs it our boy? It is much quieter without him in the corner, praying to a god that isnβt there.β
Armand then questioned, turning to face him again from his seat.
βYou could ask me whatβs going on, instead of trying to search into my thoughts. Havenβt you ever thought about it, Armand?β
He noticed how he looked away, shrugging his shoulders. He let out a sigh, bending his head to the side.
βNothing happened.β
/ HEAR ME OUT old daniel as a priest but he got sucked into the lifestyle because of family or pressure or just genuinely needed someplace to go
armand is still armand, vampire and all but he goes to confess and they start having gay thoughts about each other and it gets kinky
For a moment, he paused in thought.
βYes. In fact, I do it often.β
He could have lied, but felt himself open to the other vampire.
βI have seen others do this. They finally snap, reach their breaking point. Is this where you are at?β
With his eyebrows furrowed, he turned his head away from Louis.
βIt is nothing. . -just that, I have noticed a tension in the air that I cannot explain. That I am unsure of, the cause of it. I try to read you, your mind, but you have gotten very skilled at blocking me out.β
βHmm, of course.β
He then took it upon himself to snatch a chair and drag it in front of the spectacle before them both. Armand watched in awe.
βYou desire a companion. Unable to have what you want, you decide to create it instead. Brilliant.β
He rested his chin in his palm.
β muscle, health β ordinary organs, all the important parts of a body that keep it alive. .all the other parts i left behind β
pulling off his gloves, finishing the part of stitching on his creations leg
He nodded softly, looking down at his own cigarette that burned between his fingers.
βNo matter how many of these we smoke, rich wine we consume, or pills we swallow, it truly does not matter, does it? The immortal body vs the mortal one. One will always be damned for victory.β
/ after 3 weeks of not having a working dryer after spending $1k + IT IS FINALLY FIXED holy shit. never get a dryer delivered from lowes. donβt do it.