#Servire

[ragazzoarcano]

“Ma la grande, la tremenda verità è questa: soffrire non serve a niente.”

— Cesare Pavese

[kidfrommodesto]

au!starter for @servire

Mortality beats a heavy drum.

Fuck. Truer words were never spoken.

Daniel had somehow survived Dubai in one piece, Armand had taken Louis warning to heart about not touching him and allowed him to go. He went back to New York, wrote the book and published Interview with the Vampire, causing a stir on multiple fronts. The vampire community pissed that they were exposed, those who believed in the story, and those who thought Daniel was loosing touch with reality and slipping further and further into madness, and honestly, he couldn't argue with any of them.

Things were okay for a couple of years, good even, his daughters even started reaching out to him. But as his Parkinson's Disease progressed, the treatments seemed to be less and less effective. Routines Daniel used to do with ease were becoming progressively harder with the passage of time. Daily things one took for granted like being able to tie your shoes, feed yourself, fuck even just dressing himself became more and more a chore as time went on. He adapted as best he could, leaning on assistants, his girls the times they visited, but Jesus Christ, Daniel was getting exhausted.

Some days were better than others, and that day, Daniel had decided to venture out to his favorite coffee shoppe. There was a barista there, Amy, who was always very kind to him, having explained one day her mother also had Parkinson's, so she would always go out of her way to help Daniel hold onto some sense of his independence. Introducing him to adaptive silverware, making sure the coffee was in a bigger cup than what he paid for so it wouldn't spill if he was having a hard day, or hell, just taking a moment to talk to him. He had never expected to feel so isolated as the disease had progressed.

After leaving the shoppe, he headed back to his apartment, exhausted by the excursion but thankful for it all the same. Stuffing his hands in his coat pockets, he went to head towards his building but slowed down as he approached seeing an all too familiar face standing on his stoop.

"H--Hello Armand."

[chi-va-piano-arriva-dopo]

“Tutti abbiamo sentito di avere qualcosa di incontenibile e impossibile da capire per gli altri. Ecco perché servono le persone, al plurale: in modo che, messe insieme, capiscano tutto di te.” 

— Naoise Dolan, "La coppia felice".

[thedevilsjournalist]

send  me  🍒  +  a  url  and  i  will  write  some  positivity  for  them (for servire?)

@servire

AMAZING! We go back over so many hiatuses and I feel like we're IWTV besties. Prime shit talking times. Writes every character so well and puts so much thought into all the headcanons and backstories and ideas and is really cool ok. An icon.

[minaharkerdailymirror]

Done with the thread tracker. IF theres anything you want to drop, please let me know. If there was any I missed that you wanted to continue then let me know. No rush, I just wanted to make sure I have everything in one place

@aranostra, @kidfrommodesto, @symphonyofmalice, @beautifulsavagegarden, @devourcr, @icancorruptyou, @ismyverynaturethatofthedevil, @monsieur-lemort, @rawbutprecious, @servire, @thanklessindubai, @theirsoulstotake, @wastelandsrecede

[serenamatroia]

[anemonaee]

[cursedviolinist]

[ 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 ] ― sender and receiver lock eyes across the room

@servire

It was rare for Nicolas to see out the presence of mortals. Usually, he kept to himself, sometimes exploring the modern cities and towns, but rarely entering any human establishments. Tonight, he had the desire to visit one of the museums- the opening night of some exhibit on modern theatre with a performance. The whole thing had been mediocre, really, but he found himself dwelling, watching the mortals as they drank and danced and spoke.

His eyes scanned the room, watching from his spot in the corner. He always didn't notice at first, thinking it must have been a trick of the light. But it wasn't the light; Armand was across the room, watching Nicolas as though he were on exhibit. Nicolas hadn't seen Armand since the pyre, since he had supposedly walked into the flames and taken his own life. Now Armand was here- and for how long? How long had he been watching? These thoughts, the memories rushed through his mind in the few moments their gazes were locked in each other.

A sudden, split second decision. Nicolas tore his gaze from Armand and hurried to the door, waiting until he was out of sight of mortals to break into a run.

[viviween]

Fortunate le suocere delle famiglie tradizionali, perché a loro il costume da mostro, per Halloween, non serve:

[solrites]

Favourite trope? & Least favourite trope?

munday meme (accepting)

favorite trope. love a good miscommunication trope. love a good doomed storyline (clearly), doomed from the start type shit. love an enemies 2 lovers.

least favorite trope. anything that should get yall put on a federal watchlist obviously. i also dislike the "shitty abuser gets redemption through love" trope like mama get a grip (bc in my experience it doesnt require the shitty person to make amends or try to with whatever theyve done like can we stand up).

[primepaginequotidiani]

PRIMA PAGINA La Stampa di Oggi giovedì, 26 settembre 2024

[ragazzoarcano]

“L'intelligenza non serve a nulla... senza la sensibilità.”

— Alda Merini

[lamourt]

@servire said: “ kiss me like you mean it. “

❧ Lestat smirks before donning an expression of feigned innocence. "And who are you to tell me that I haven't meant it before?" Light dances in blue eyes– he is going to devour Armand. One shoulder lifts in a lazy shrug, head tilting with it. "But we'll give you what you want, anyway." He takes the other vampire's face in his hands and crashes their lips together in a hungry kiss, Armand's head tilted back, Lestat possessively crowding into his space.

[padrebaldo]

Perché Giovanni parla di Greci che vogliono "vedere" Gesù e cosa significa ? quali significati ha la necessità della morte à se del chicco di grano ? Servire e seguire Gesù significa amare la propria vita e perderla ? Perché Gesù é turbato e ha paura ? La voce cosa annuncia ? Perché pensano al tuono o ad un angelo ? Il giudizio è per il mondo, ma cosa rappresenta? E il principe di questo mondo ?

[thedevilsjournalist]

[ 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender kisses receiver to taste the lingering flavour of what they ate or drank on their lips ;)

@servire

Armand's blood on his lips. Just a few drops, but enough to make his skin tingle as though it'd been shocked. Daniel was in a state of pure bliss; electricity coursing through his veins with just the slightest taste of Armand's blood. He was addicted, but this was like no other drug. This was better, but it was more addicting. He would do anything for more.

Daniel laid back on the bed, gaze focused now on the ceiling lights above him. The blood made his vision sharper, made him see colors on a spectrum he normally wouldn't see. He didn't even notice that Armand was next to him until he was kissed, the feeling of Armand's lips pulling him out of his daze. He could feel the cold tongue brushing his lips, licking up any remaining blood- something that should have unsettled him, but instead made him grin and wrap an arm around Armand's neck to pull him closer.

[minaharkerdailymirror]

a

@aranostra/@servire liked a starter call

  The Vampire Jonathan, turned by a maker he didn’t know, had wandered the earth for a very long time.

            The years passed; Jonathan barely kept track of them. At first it was to find his wife, but he’d been unable to do so. The world was too big, and she could’ve been anywhere. She knew English, German and understood French. IT wouldn’t be hard for her to pick up another language or even travel to the new world while he searched in vain for her.

            She had to be married by now, she had to be old. She could very well be dead as the years passed. But if she was dead, wouldn’t he know? Wouldn’t feel it in his soul that something had happened?

            But she couldn’t possibly be alive now. Not this late.

            It had to be hope however false that they could be reunited. But what would Mina see in him now? He was a vampire. He’d killed people. He tried to limit it but people had died.

            If he couldn’t find his wife, but purpose did he have?

            So he went to France, he always wanted to go to France and learn the language. It was easier now that he could read minds.

            And then he heard a nearby voice amongst the many, and he set out to find them.

            He wasn’t quite sure what to say to them when he found them, he’d avoided all his kind. But he was so lonely that it was crushing him, and he couldn’t breathe.

            He approached the person and studied them, bright blue abnormal eyes watched the being carefulyy

            “Are you like me?” he asked quietly