#immortaltalamascan

[monsieur-nicolas-de-lenfent]

Knowing me, knowing you||

@immortaltalamascan

Nicolas kept scolding himself over the choice of rendez-vous place but them again, safe havens for their kind had began to estinguish themselves with each disaster that had befallen on their kind. Come to think about it, he was sort of glad this establishment in the heart of Istanbul had endured. A private bar for vampires acting as a neutral ground. It was just the type of place he liked when it came to mingle with other vampires or in Nicolas true fashion, show himself and retire to a secluded booth and meet someone with a predilection for cheating death and trying to live forever.

Dressed in an expensive Armani suit, hair slicked and looks to kill, Nicolas talked with the younger vampire, a faint grin as he listened to what his companion had to say. He still kept tabs on the small Coven who had taken him in. He was truly happy that destruction hadn't fallen upon them with all the disasters of past decades. He was still welcomed in Brașov, the leaders still corresponding with him and trying to convince him to come back. Andrei here had traveled to Istanbul when he heard word from Nicolas and the cheerful vampire was trying to smooth talk the musician to come back.

"Andrei, please apply your honey words to the clan when it comes to elect a new governance. Maybe, this time you can win without my lobby" Nicolas grinned back enjoying the banter. It kept him from his regular train of thoughts and activities. It felt different having a night off from work and his personal projects. Nicolas and taking some time off rarely found themselves in the same sentence.

The small tumblers clinched and Nicolas raised his, drinking the mixture of 90% blood and 10% vodka before continuing the talks on vampire politics and leadership. He liked Andrei but the man had little skills in politics. What worked for him was he had been hard working and during the wars, he kept the clan alive. Nicolas remembered those nights, the bombs, the pillage, keeping the others safe. He had earned their respect working side by side and what he never believed it would happen, he was listened when he spoke and made a case based on laws. He had saved Andrei's head pleading his case and using the laws as argument. The two of them kept talking while Nicolas kept an eye on the room. As far as he knew no one who could recognize him was there. And who the hell would realize that under the mask was Nicolas, the violinist of the Theatre des Vampires? No. That Nicolas was gone. After a heated chat on laws and diplomacy, which Nicolas won and he felt quite pleased about it, the two vampires rose from their seats and made their way to the exit door.

"Come back, Nicolas. You will always be welcomed" Andrei said as the vampires exchanged a hug and the Romanian made his way to his safe abode. Nicolas stood outside watching him go, something inside him making him protective of the younger vampire and yearning to follow on the invitation. He grounded himself and began pulling back the mask he wore, shields and all until he sensed a signature. Powerful. Strong blood. Nicolas kept his cool demenor. Attacks and vendetta were prohibited in this area. Again, he tried to remember all the faces he had seen in the establishment, if he would recognize someone. The man standing close to him. Powerful in blood yet young if he judged correctly the age and texture of the skin, he had seen him earlier in the bar. And he might had crossed his path when Nicolas had pulled Andrei to the secluded booth, the merry Romanian vampire wasn't exactly known for keeping himself low and had almost shouted his joy in seeing again Nicolas. Bless Andre's heart, some things never changed. "I apologize for my friend if he had been too loud. We haven't seen each other for quite some time" Nicolas offered still intrigued by the way the vampire was fixing him.

[dark-eyed-elegance]

Slurred words (immortaltalamascan)

“You know he tried to fuck me. Well, he wanted to fuck me. I said no, thank you, sir, not where Lestat’s tongue has been, you want me so badly, I’ll tell you my story. And now look, we are here. Precious old man.” 

[teamreeves]

❛ In the end, we’ll all become stories. ❜ (@immortaltalamascan)

“In the end? I think you’ll find we already are. Sold very decently, too.” Jesse grinned at her former mentor. “New York Times bestsellers, I’m told.” It was rather avoiding being immortalised - so to speak - that was the challenge when you happened to rub shoulders with Lestat.

[violeteyedvampiremolloy]

I. Last time I felt jealous and why

Armand, ha who else! Skirting the edge with David flirting wise. Oh sorry allowing David to flirt at him correction!

[everarddelanden]

//#Positivity Protocol! 😀💙☀️ Send this to muns who you think portray their muses so damn well and are just generally awesome!

//Thanks so much! It’s been a pleasure playing with you so far! :D

[hxllion]

💋 (@immortaltalamascan)

First five people to send me a  💋 gets a kiss. ( 2 / 5 - there are still two open )

As he stepped into the parlor of Rue Royale, David was there with his nose buried in one of his books. Lestat leaned against the doorway, simply to admire his fledgling. His perfect golden skin, the bright sheen of his black hair, the gentle elegance of his posture. Lestat himself hadn’t even been this graceful when he inhabited that body and yet David seemed to be in perfect control of every movement. Even as a mortal, Lestat had his own grace. His hand slid from the doorframe and he closed the distance between himself and David, fingers creeping over his cheek to pull his face to the side. “Bonsoir, mon cher...” he murmured with a smile, leaning in to press his lips to David’s. “I won’t stay here to pester you, David. Just had to drop by and let you know how much I adore you.” His fingers slid away from David’s cheek, his thumb smoothing over the Talamascan’s lips. “I’ll leave you to your reading now, I’m heading out for a little snack.”

[violeteyedvampiremolloy]

"I'm glad you like them, very aesthetically you aren't they!" Daniel laughed as he noted the fingerless gloves. "Though perhaps not the fagin gloves!"

Joseph Abboud | Fall 2019 RTW

[dark-eyed-elegance]

« fils rebelle »

{ from here -- @immortaltalamascan }

The city had a heartbeat, and a corner of its pulse throbbed under the pavement outside the night-club. Voila, la boîte de nuit, Armand mouthed over his shoulder, punctuated by a wink, as he let his hand slip into David Talbot’s, to pull him across the street towards the crowd clustered at a set of stairs that led below street level to the doors of the club. Sidewalk, cramped between New York dumpsters and fire escapes. Man in black T-shirt and sunglasses taking cover money and stamping hands. No need for them; no need. Slip right past him. Follow the girls in tight dresses. Into the subterranean night-club where the music welcomed them like a fog. 

[everarddelanden]

🤔 + Would you choose to be made a vampire if given the choice? @immortaltalamascan

“Absolutely not.“ he scoffed. “If anyone would have explained to me what it would entail and how to end your life once you were one, I would not have wanted to go through any of that. When I was turned, it was without explanation or interlude. Everything was told to me when it had already happened, like some afterthought. I was horrified and terrified and lived in an utter nightmare for months. Eternity is tedious. Life is not meant to drag on as long as it does for us… I am glad we have entertainment and love and the occasional genocides to keep us on our toes.“

[gentlemcndeath]

“ i really enjoyed our kiss last night. ” @immortaltalamascan

The smile on Lestat’s face is probably a little starstruck. Oh, his precious David Talbot. Such a lovely and kind man. Lestat’s smitten, and he has been since the first time he laid eyes on him. “Well, then it’s lucky for you that kissing you is one of my favorite things to do, isn’t it?” 

@immortaltalamascan

[candomblemistress]

"I thought you forbid me from lying.”

@candomblemistress responded to @everarddelanden's post

"I think I'm insulted, Merrick..."

[hxllion]

💋

The kissing booth meme has been closed with @caravaggiovagabond‘s ask. Perhaps I’ll reopen it again someday but for right now, my askbox is flooded with things I’ve yet to respond to, some of which I haven’t exactly figured out how to answer, yet. 

Kissing Booth Recipients:

@auburnandamberangel ( Armand - DONE. )

@immortaltalamascan ( David - DONE. )

@xmercifulxdeathx ( Louis - IN PROGRESS. )

@damnedtobeadoll ( Claudia - ON STANDBY. )

@caravaggiovagabond ( Armand - ON STANDBY. )

[dark-eyed-elegance]

♪♪ @immortaltalamascan

send ♪♪ shuffle for our song 

bite down by bastille 

[the-immortal-armand]

Chateau IC VC Chat || OOC

The plot as stands:

Marcus of Rome is an ancient Roman general who... pretty much hates the rule of law and order. He's been building his own army of vampires to try and take down the current regime (being L estat and court). He has lost two of his soldiers he was "training" the first being Nicolas. The second being Santiago. He has beaten, raped, tortured, and just about everything else you can think of to these two to try and break them, but they escaped. Santino is Nicolas's mentor, and Nicolas told him all about Marcus. So he's been aware of the problem for quite a while now. He sent Vittorio to the Court to keep an eye on things, but now that Santiago escaped from Marcus, Santino fears that Marcus will push his plan forward. He didn't know what aggravated Marcus (he didn't know that he had Santiago) until he was informed by Vittorio of Santiago's arrival at court. Hence why Santino is now here, trying to get the Court to see the problems that are on their very borders.

RPers involved: (If I missed anyone, I’m so sorry. Let me know, I’ll edit)

@lestat-delioncourt, @marcusofrome @eleni-de-landen, @everarddelanden, @the-marquise-de-lioncourt, @marie-theresecharlotte, @viktor-delioncourt, @monsieur-nicolas-de-lenfent, @requiemforrose, @sweetsoftsybelle, @90skidbenji, @the-ancient-cyril, @claudiaindarkness, @the-witch-queens, @tarquinblackwood, @oldfashioned-creoleblood, @the-painters-apprentice, @devilsjoy, @blood-and-ash, @of-ivory-and-gold, @thevampiremariusderomanus, @sortilegum, @silentmagia, @pandoratheancient, @opheliaroseimmortal, @immortal-chronicler, @immortalcovenmaster, @the-vampire-reporter, @the-mad-old-queen, @immortaltalamascan, @thedarktrickstersantiago, @perladivenezia

[immortaltalamascan]

David smiled slightly at the other male, shaking his head slightly. "Well, it is a good thing you never gave up," he added. "And only impossible people can make impossible things happen, Nicolas," he stated softly. He watched as the other kissed his knuckles and bowed his head slightly. "Two days ago? Hm. I think I heard about... something," he said softly, his brow wrinkling ever-so-slightly as he searched through his own memories.

"No, most immortals skirt London because of the Talamasca," he stated easily, nodding slowly. "I am sure that we will be able to find him. No doubt Riccardo's and Santino's minds will be quite strong as well," he stated simply. "We'll find him." He looked up after a moment and tilting his head slightly. "They're here," he stated, a moment before there was a knock on the door. He turned and smiled at Nicolas, releasing him before heading to the door.

He opened it up and smiled at the dark-haired males, one looking to be in his mid-thirties, the other... late teens or early twenties. His eyes rested mostly on Riccardo, he looked just as Armand had described him and his chest ached. "Welcome," he said softly, stepping aside and gesturing for them to enter. "I did not know if you two would want to share a room so I prepared two just in case... up the stairs, end of the hall, on either side..." he stated softly. "If you want to share, then... choose whichever you prefer." He offered a small smile. "I am David," he stated, holing out

@fallen-apprentice @monsieur-nicolas-de-lenfent @immortalcovenmaster

Santino looked over at Riccardo as he spoke almost fondly of bonding with the child in the seat next to him. Riccardo was always good with younglings. Whether they were mortal or immortal. He had been a great asset even in the covens, making the integration of new vampires go much smoother. There was just something about him. He reached down, slowly lacing his fingers into Riccardo’s down below the seat so that the driver couldn’t see.

“Yes… he shares a maker with Nicolas,” he said softly. “And he is friends with Armand,” he whispered softly. “And Marius.” He looked over at Riccardo then once more. “This could be it, Riccardo. This could be when they find out about you… if you want it to be. David… he could put you in contact with Armand at least,” he stated softly watching the other male before they were pulling up to the house that Nicolas had given him the address of. He gently lifted Riccardo’s hand and kissed his fingers before releasing him. “Something for you to consider.”

He shifted to move out of the car at this point, moving to get his and Riccardo’s bags and then looking to his fledgling and moving slowly towards the front door, slowly raising a hand to knock on the front door of Talbot Manor. And there he stood with Riccardo as the car drove away, waiting to meet this fledgling of Lestat’s.

[xenophonrising]

One More Troubled Soul || Closed

It still burned.

Barely, yes, but the poor village of Alirajpur still smoldered. A raging wildfire had come through and devastated everything in its path. Even the buildings bore burn marks. The smell of smoke and singed things filled the air, refusing to leave his nose. It put the vampire on edge, admittedly, for it reminded him of one of the few things that could spell his end. The smoke had clouded the night sky, making it difficult to see the stars. He counted himself lucky that, at least, he wasn’t relying on them for navigation this time.

Burnt flesh was another scent that ruthlessly invaded his senses, and while the medical doctors saw to the burns of the villagers, he saw to the wounds of the psyche they had sustained. Some had lost possessions, others, people. He spoke to them in Hindi, his deep voice calm and soothing. Many did not expect a white man to speak their tongue, but were thoroughly grateful for it. It touched their hearts, it seemed, made them feel a sense of familiarity and comfort.

He would translate for the medical doctors when needed, performing his own work most of the time. And he would work long into the night, as he always did.

Things like this... made him feel human.