lxrrxine

[lxrrxine]

Hey guys, long time no see. (Again, crap) I’ve tried coming back here multiple times and it never worked out for some reason. I always felt blocked in one way or another but RP has been a big part of my life for 2 years and I really miss it so much.

I would like to give it one more try but with a different approach. This has been a hard decision for me because I have so many fond memories of this account and there’s so many threads here that mean the world to me. The whole story with Julian? I love it more than anything. The first ever thread I did? The trash squad? Every thread with Jack I have? Ariel being lovely? Vampire drama? The many threads I started with my dearest Chevalier. That’s why I’m not deleting this account.

But I need a fresh start.

So I compiled my boys (with some additions) on a new, multi-muse blog and I sincerely hope that this helps. Sorry for disappearing again, I miss you all. So much. And I hope this can help restore my motivation in one of my favorite hobbies. So if you’re stll up for writing with my idiots… give me a follow over there <3

 https://pileofscoundrels.tumblr.com/

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// I’m sorry for yet another excuse but as if 2020 wasn’t bad enough my grandma who I love a lot and have lived with for the past year got a less than fortunate diagnosis recently. I haven’t been able to do a whole lot and I love you all a lot but I’m not sure how much I will be able to write in near future. I will try, of course, since it usually helps to get my mind off it but yeah… I’m sorry. 

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"Always so dramatic, my darling." he smiled and began leading the other vampire down the empty street. "Just like I remember you." The hotel wasn't far and he was more than glad about that. He may have been a vampire but these shoes were not exactly comfortable no matter what but they looked too good not to wear them. 

"I'm sure it wasn't as boring as you say." Lorraine began but quickly changed his mind, letting out a little laugh as he turned to look at Philippe. "Or maybe it was." Almost all the worry had disappeared from his mind and it clearly showed. There was this sparkle in his eyes, teasing, catlike, very much like the Chevalier Philippe had gotten to know 300 years ago. "What is life without me other than horribly dull?"

Not long after that they had reached the hotel his band was staying at. His bandmates must have arrived already but he didn't really waste any thoughts on them. Instead he guided Philippe towards the elevator, pulling him along by his hand and when they were finally inside it, he couldn't hold back any longer and he didn't care how long it had been. 

Once the door closed and it started moving in direction highest floor, he pinned the other vampire against the elevator wall and placed a quick kiss on his lips before pulling back with a wide Cheshire grin. "You still taste the same."

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 The years went by awfully slowly when you were stuck in eternity without the love of your life. Sure, he could have gotten others, especially now that he had risen to fame worldwide, but he did not want others, he wanted his Philippe. It had been years, he lost count how many but not a single day had passed where he wasn’t trying to find him.

He had avoided Paris for the most part, it brought back memories and he did not care to see how different everything was. Seeing Saint Cloud in ruins would destroy him, he was sure of it and even if Philippe had never hated Paris, he was fairly certain he would not be hiding there. But when his label demanded a tour with a concert in Paris, he could not say no.

The singer was in the middle of a love song when it happened, his heightened senses catching a glimpse of something, someone, amongst the crowd. He could not believe it, almost messed up the song, and had he not cared about his fans so much, he would have stopped the set immediately.

But by the time the concert was over, there was not a trace of his love to be seen. Yet the man who used to be the Chevalier de Lorraine, now known as Phil or simply Lorraine amongst fans and friends, knew he had not imagined it.

He didn’t even bother to change out of his stage clothes and wasted no time following the few hints his senses allowed him to pick up, there was a faint smell, he was sure of it and he ran as if his life depended on it – which proved to be slightly difficult in his platform boots – till he saw a silhouette in the distance.

“Philippe!” he called out, not slowing down. “Philippe is it really you?”

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The corners of his mouth twitched continuously as he attempted to pretend not being ticklish at all. Philippe, of course, knew how to get to him though and soon he couldn't help but finally release the chuckle he'd been holding back. "Oh stop it, will you!" But he didn't. 

"Not as pretty as you right now, I can assure you of that." he grinned when he finally managed to get a hold of himself - barely so - with a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. He sat up and straightened his back again, slightly annoyed by both himself for only barely holding a laugh back and by his dear Philippe for being such a horrible tease. 

He freed his hair from his lover's grip, taking a hold of his hand and tried to push it away. "What did I do to deserve this? Sometimes I wonder why I find myself stuck with you." he muttered but sounded entirely less serious than he wanted to, a little chuckle escaping him again. The Chevalier crossed his arms, unintentionally letting his guard down.

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During winter times Versailles was always horribly cold and the Chevalier de Lorraine made sure to let his discomfort with it be known at least once a day if not more. He had pulled the covers up to his very nose in an attempt to stay as warm as possible. Furthermore it was way too early to get up in his opinion anyway and he had refused to do so ever since the both of them had woken up wrapped up in each other’s arms.

It must have been a funny image for sure, only his eyes were peeking out from under the blanket and some messy blond curls were sticking out it all kinds of directions as they often did when he had just woken up.

“Mignonette? Can’t you tell your brother to make it warmer somehow?” came the muffled voice from under the blanket, clearly annoyed with the current temperature. “He had an enormous lake dug, I’m sure he could find a way to heat this place properly!”

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“ You’re growing tired of me You love me so hard and I still can’t sleep You’re growing tired of me And all the things I don’t talk about “

Mitski - A Pearl

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"Oh please. Nice?" he asked, a hint of annoyance swinging in his voice. "New stockings are nice, a stroll outside is nice, winning at the cards table is nice." This was certainly not a description he had hoped for.  Of course he wouldn't get any interesting details out of her, he should have known but that did not prevent him from at least trying.

"You." He pointed at her cheerfully. "Got intimate with the king of France after at least half an eternity. I am so very proud you darling."

"You can see it?" She raised a hand, placing it over the mark on her neck. Her face is a dark red. "Oh."

His grin got even wider, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes as he walked around her and came to a stop in front of the young woman. “Of course I saw, it was quite evident with how much you tried to hide it.” He tilted his head a little and rested his hands on his hips. 

“A good fuck in the morning never hurt anybody.” he teased. “Tell me, how was it?” 

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The Chevalier raised an eyebrow and mouthed an ‘Oh’. Alice truly was different from others at court, using her own money when she had the most influential man in all of France by her side. “Men are not that picky.” he told her, rather in an attempt to tease her a little than to actually help and looked away in a bit of a disinterested manner. “As a man myself I can assure you of that.”

"I have this contour pallet and this contour stick.. I regret buying both."

He sighed. “You spend too much time with Philippe, you’re beginning to sound like him... minus the regret, of course.” While his dear lover shared a passion for overindulging in fashion and anything else to make himself pretty, he rarely if ever regretted buying anything. “Apparently one can never have enough of those things and I suspect it was not your money anyway?”

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"Stop eating my grapes!"

"No." he told her firmly, taking another grape from the fruit plate and put it in his mouth with a provocative smile. 

"I will only stop eating grapes once there are no grapes."

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// At the two lovely people I write with at the moment. It is not officially my birthday so I don’t know how much I will write today, love ya 

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“Look, I know every noble at court. They have deep pockets and desires without limits. It is simply a matter of getting the produce into the palace without being noticed.”

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It's just hard being wonderful while surrounded by less wonderful people (Philippe excluded)

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"But is it really worth it?" he asked, dragging out the 'really' a little bit. He was much to impatient for even thinking about the possibility of waiting for that long. But then again, perhaps it meant that what Alice and the king had was something special, different to the others and therefore bound to last. 

"Tell that to Monsieur." he chuckled and pretended to think for a moment, putting a hand on his chin. "Now that's an idea actually." he added as if he wouldn't use every chance he got to be with Philippe.

Alice chokes on her water, at the Chevalier's question. Her face goes bright red, processing what he just asked her. "What the king and I do is none of your business! Nor do I kiss and tell."

He chuckles at the reaction he just cause in the young woman, he’ll never get tired of it. “Don’t pretend to be so coy, darling.” he grins and proceeds to pour himself a glass of wine, casually bringing it to his lips as if he had not just asked her a very invasive question. 

“The king has turned his whole life into a public affair, from waking up to eating… how is that any different? Besides, what happens in the king’s chambers is hardly a secret.”

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He crawled on top of his lover though it was a little bit too easy for his liking, he found it a little suspicious. The cold was getting further and further into the back of his mind with his beautiful Philippe beneath him. He felt the cool fingers on his thigh, teasing, leaving goosebumps wherever they went, and he could't help but smile a little. 

The Chevalier gasped. "Why must you treat me so horribly?" he huffed when Philippe threatened to sneeze on him but before any complaints could follow, he was treated with a kiss, which he returned quite enthusiastically. 

When the kiss ended, he shifted his position, now sitting directly on Philippe's lap. "No." he said barely audibly and just inches apart from Philippe's face, about to tease his lover with exactly the same phase the other man had used not to long ago. "I don't think I will." 

And he pushed some hair behind Philippe's ear, dragged his fingertips down his cheek. He leaned and kissed him again, more hungry, demanding almost only to break it abruptly. "I would much prefer you without a coat, actually." he chuckled and shifted a little again like the horrible tease he was, "I know a much more efficient way to get warm."

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During winter times Versailles was always horribly cold and the Chevalier de Lorraine made sure to let his discomfort with it be known at least once a day if not more. He had pulled the covers up to his very nose in an attempt to stay as warm as possible. Furthermore it was way too early to get up in his opinion anyway and he had refused to do so ever since the both of them had woken up wrapped up in each other’s arms.

It must have been a funny image for sure, only his eyes were peeking out from under the blanket and some messy blond curls were sticking out it all kinds of directions as they often did when he had just woken up.

“Mignonette? Can’t you tell your brother to make it warmer somehow?” came the muffled voice from under the blanket, clearly annoyed with the current temperature. “He had an enormous lake dug, I’m sure he could find a way to heat this place properly!”

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He let Philippe talk, let him explain himself even if it still hurt. He didn't even want to think about how lost the other vampire must have been, remembered all too clearly how difficult it was for him but unlike Philippe, he hadn't been completely alone. He didn't blame him for leaving and never coming back, not fully. There had been no way for Philippe to know that he had been turned into one of his kind as well. How could he, he was long gone then?

Lorraine smiled a little, yes, they were together now. And it was a very real possibility that they would be together for a very long time. Yet he had a rising suspicion that they both had changed and he was beginning to grow worried. What if it wasn't the same? But he shook his head a little bit, quickly pushing that thought far in the back of his mind. 

"Ever since I learned what happened to you..." he began and reached up, gently caressing Philippe's face. He had craved to touch him, cold fingers against equally cold skin and he was dying to feel him again, to taste him. But it was too soon for such things. And he still couldn't quite believe he had finally found him and it pained him to see the faint hint of tears in the other vampire’s eyes. "I've been looking for you. Funny. I didn't expect to find you in Paris of all places."

Lorraine took Philippe's hand and squeezed it a little. "Come back to the hotel with me? There's three-hundred years to catch up on, I'd hate to do it in a dark street."

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 The years went by awfully slowly when you were stuck in eternity without the love of your life. Sure, he could have gotten others, especially now that he had risen to fame worldwide, but he did not want others, he wanted his Philippe. It had been years, he lost count how many but not a single day had passed where he wasn’t trying to find him.

He had avoided Paris for the most part, it brought back memories and he did not care to see how different everything was. Seeing Saint Cloud in ruins would destroy him, he was sure of it and even if Philippe had never hated Paris, he was fairly certain he would not be hiding there. But when his label demanded a tour with a concert in Paris, he could not say no.

The singer was in the middle of a love song when it happened, his heightened senses catching a glimpse of something, someone, amongst the crowd. He could not believe it, almost messed up the song, and had he not cared about his fans so much, he would have stopped the set immediately.

But by the time the concert was over, there was not a trace of his love to be seen. Yet the man who used to be the Chevalier de Lorraine, now known as Phil or simply Lorraine amongst fans and friends, knew he had not imagined it.

He didn’t even bother to change out of his stage clothes and wasted no time following the few hints his senses allowed him to pick up, there was a faint smell, he was sure of it and he ran as if his life depended on it – which proved to be slightly difficult in his platform boots – till he saw a silhouette in the distance.

“Philippe!” he called out, not slowing down. “Philippe is it really you?”

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“Women.” he shook his head in amusement. “Always so horribly romantic.” It was no secret that the Chevalier liked pleasure and enjoyed debauchery of all kinds, for him it seemed as if she was clearly missing out on something. 

“What you say makes no sense at all. Why would you willingly drag it out when presented with the chance to have the king of France at your mercy? Rumor has it he is very skilled.” He may not have seen what all the women saw in the king but he knew that many would do anything to do what Alice was avoiding “I would not be surprised given all the practice he indulged in.”    

Alice chokes on her water, at the Chevalier's question. Her face goes bright red, processing what he just asked her. "What the king and I do is none of your business! Nor do I kiss and tell."

He chuckles at the reaction he just cause in the young woman, he’ll never get tired of it. “Don’t pretend to be so coy, darling.” he grins and proceeds to pour himself a glass of wine, casually bringing it to his lips as if he had not just asked her a very invasive question. 

“The king has turned his whole life into a public affair, from waking up to eating… how is that any different? Besides, what happens in the king’s chambers is hardly a secret.”

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"A man once walked in on me while I was contouring.. Didn't end well. I had to pretend I was mentally disturbed and playing in cat shit so he'd leave me alone.."

Maybe he was a little desensitized from living with Philippe and spending a lot of time with Alice but he merely raised an eyebrow at her. “Considering the smell around here, one might think playing in shit was an actual practice.” He made a face and wrinkled his nose. “Perhaps not cat though, dog or horse shit seems more likely to me.”

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"I have this contour pallet and this contour stick.. I regret buying both."

He sighed. “You spend too much time with Philippe, you’re beginning to sound like him... minus the regret, of course.” While his dear lover shared a passion for overindulging in fashion and anything else to make himself pretty, he rarely if ever regretted buying anything. “Apparently one can never have enough of those things and I suspect it was not your money anyway?”