Vampire with the Interview

More AMC eyebleach. This one I call Coven Master

HEY HEY!!! Controversial thought, but- what if… what if- ARMAND was actually ARMAND! :’D

Here. Eyebleach for the shitshow AMC is throwing up.  I call this one ‘Monster’ More to come, as this fuckery is making my soul ache for canonical portrayals of our beloved blood suckers. ♥

“Sorry for the scorched carpet.“ Daniel’s face showed a grimace of regret. “Is it replacable or was it a souvenir from your time alive?“

“No it wasn’t that old. It was from the 20’s” she said, her voice less animated than usual and with a somewhat disheartened expression on her face but with no trace of anger or recrimination “How did this happened, did you got hurt?” Reluctantly she took her eyes from the ruined carpet and looked at Daniel.

“That’s still pretty old...“ he murmered seemingly to himself, staring at the black mark, unceremoniously just off-center of the rug. “Oh- no!“ his violet gaze immediately shot up, meeting her pretty face. It always seemed to catch him a little off guard, but he knew better in this situation than to compliment her. “I tried to light the fireplace, but I guess my aim was off.“ his hand went up to scratch the back of his head in an embarrased and rather mortal kind of way. “I’ll gladly buy you a new one.“

//Over two years ago, @perladivenezia​ won a contest for which I would make her a drawing of her choice. She asked for Marius and Bianca. Sorry it took so fucking long. Been a tough two years. ♥

//Also my account ♥

reblog this and put in the tags how many alarms you have on your phone, including the ones that aren’t set

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“Well, that’s quite alright,” Lestat said, brushing some of Daniel’s hair out of his face. “Show me around, s’il vous plaît? This is a magnificent home that Marius has chosen, I was already impressed when I saw the outside visage.”

Surveying Daniel once more, he pursed his lips. “First, let’s get you cleaned up and throw this into the wash. Who was on the receiving end of your thirst tonight?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t ask their name. Should I? Is that a new thing?“ he asked,  looking down at the blood, before passing Lestat out of the room, into the big, open hallway, with it’s big staircase at the end of it. But that is not where Daniel lead him. Instead, he walked to a door on the main floor that had a big lock hanging from the handle. It was open and Daniel went down the stone steps into the basement. 

The room was spacious, but the ceiling was only fifteen centimeter above the tall blonde’s head. There was a couch, facing a TV with VCR and DVD player. Somewhere in the corner were some music devices and piles of CDs and records. On the right there was a coffin and all the way in the back was a table, supporting a miniature version of Night Island. It was not switched on. The room was lived in but not particularly cosy.

Daniel moved to a pile of clothes, peeling his dirty shirt off and picked another one to hoist over his head, while turning to Lestat again.

"No- Daniel- wait! I ment"

He looked at the picture on her phone. “...“ then he bursts into laughter. “Well- I found my shoes, at least.“