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"That was the second time in my long years that I had been compared to the Magi of Scripture and I loved it."

Quote from Blood and Gold, Marius autobiography. Since he loves to be compared to the Magi, thought to draw him as one🥰

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talking to simcoe be like…

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The Flower of England wishes you a happy and prosperous New Year!

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made the mistake of thinking about armand. please kill me

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um your poor little meow meow chewed through his leash and is now perpetuating the cycle of violence

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Oh, my darling, wish you were here! And my dark soul is happy again, because it does not know how to be anything else for very long...

loved by sam. 21+. book canon only. est. 2021 - resurrected 2024.

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𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑!

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“Can you, Master? Can you understand how love and love alone could mean so very much, and all the world be made of it? The very blades of grass, the leaves of trees, the fingers of this hand that reaches for you? Love, Master. Love. And who will believe such simple and immense things when there are dexterous and labyrinthian creeds and philosophies of manmade and ever seductive complexity? Love. I heard the sound of it. I saw it. Were these the delusions of a feverish mind, a mind afraid of death?”

— Armand to Marius, TVA

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❝𝐂𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝.❞

Louis de Pointe du Lac | Interviewed by Ash | Private, Independent, Highly Selective ©

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Dominus

Read here, read the full story here.

Ancient Rome, during the time of Augustus (Octavian Ceasar)  

Marius the Roman, Marius the Patrician, The Vampire Marius de Romanus. Perhaps, as per usual he was thinking too hard… or maybe he was onto something. He was the master of no one but himself, in the end, he was the only thing he could and would control. Not even his many house slaves, not even his guests, not even the skilled craftsmen down the street, not even his beloved Pandora. He was the one thing, human or preternatural he could control. Such a notion, of course, scared him intensely but it was the truth and he had to bear it. Dominus Marius, master of himself and no others. 

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Time is the devourer of all things

Read here, read the full story here.

Constantinople, Middle Ages 

Marius sat before Akasha and Enkil in something as close to an apostate can come to prayer. It grieved him, Akasha’s lack of response to him. Marius was well aware that Enkil inspired nothing in him besides an abhorrent and much too apparent fear. He wondered what would become of them, in a hundred years, a thousand, and so on… perhaps nothing would change perhaps… everything would. Empires rose and fell like oceans, just do not destroy those who must be kept, or him, or any grand and worthwhile pieces of all too human art and philosophy, they are the only bearable things in this ever-changing and ever-devouring world. Perhaps, Akasha, like time, was the devourer of all… or most. But then again, the Queen of the monsters might not be. 

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Forgive the mistake but do not forget it

Read here, read the full story here.

Of course, he’d warned Lestat de Lionocourt against making one as young as Claudia. Even if that did make him something of a hypocrite and now with Benjee and Sybelle. He did it for Armand, or so he believes. Recompense and penitence of a sinner by a thousandfold for his wrong done to Armand. Armand, Amadeo, Andrei. Who he had saved or at least believed he had. It was wrong in the end, what he had done to Armand. But it couldn’t be undone now so why dwell on it? 

Forgive the mistake but do not forget it, or so many a man wiser than him once said. 

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Experience is the teacher of all things

No place for grief <- bonus context for this drabble.

Read here, read the full story here.

Night Island, Present Day

Marius had observed Pandora and Bianca kissing before and it slowly struck him, the weakness of jealousy. He supposed Pandora made the right call, she deserved far better than him, and so did Bianca. That did not make the wound sting less. Even so, hadn’t he done worse to Armand? Hadn’t he used Bianca as a means to an end (to an extent)? Of course, he had. So rather than judge, Marius de Romanus, Marius the patient scholar and painter, Marius… of all vampires puts his pride aside and bites his tongue and smiles through his pain and loneliness. They were never his to lose after all. 

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Ignorance is the root of all evil

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New Orleans, present day. 

Monsters, that is what they were, and there was no changing it. No matter how human Lestat de Liocnourt, his pupil attempted to be. 

“Ignorance is the root of all evil,” Marius stated to Lestat, the brat prince rather plainly.

“Are we not evil?” Lestat retorted a bit smugly. Marius looked aghast. “Well, yes, but…” Marius started. “But what?” Lestat, ever the keen pupil asked. “I do not revel in being ignorant or ignorant to my wrongs, and neither should you, Lestat,” Marius said. Under normal circumstances, Lestat would laugh, but that strangely strikes a chord with Lestat de Lioncourt, like Jean Jacque Rosseau. “Alright, teacher, I am a good student at your feet, then teach me…” Lestat pleaded. Marius nodded and pulled the Brat Prince gently towards his large library. They’ll be here awhile. 

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Spring

Read here, read the full story here.

Ancient Antioch, Rome, 1st century 

It was a lovely late winter day, spring was on the way in Italy. With his keen senses, Marius could practically smell the sweet scent of flowers and hear the birds chirping flying back from further south, down the coast. Despite the darkness and the lack of human light stars burst with light up above him like their own manner of flowers. The world was alive and so was he. Now that Pandora had stopped her teasing and avoiding him. 

“Are we gonna try again?” Marius asked. 

“It is almost spring,” Pandora observed. “It is, we’ll try again when the flowers bloom, yes?” Pandora nodded.

“We will.”