#marius/pandora

[monstersinthecosmos]

Vamptember Day 24 - Divorce

{black light burns - drowning together, dying alone}

Daniel’s headphones are on, but he still hears the muffled rhythm of their voices from the other room. Noise canceling only goes so far for the preternatural, it seems. He turns the volume up, and stares down at his book, and tries not to hear what they’re saying. 

Awkward, overhearing it. Reminds him of his parents fighting when he was a kid.

He hears Marius slam the balcony door, the way it rattles the windows. He lays his book down atop his chest and stares at the ceiling, heart racing from the noise. 

It’s not that he doesn’t know Marius has a secret temper. He can taste it when they drink from each other. Feels it like a charge crackling through the room when Marius is trying to hold it back, senses his suffocating shame when it burns up to the surface. But he’s never truly seen it, has he?

And not now, either. In the other room, away from him. Just the shouting, and the rattling windows. 

Daniel doesn’t feel him out there on the balcony—he must have taken off. Too pissed off to take the stairs, or even wait for the elevator. No, straight up to the sky, and he could be anywhere by now.

His fingers tap idly against the book cover. No noise over the headphones anymore, but he can feel her in the next room. So strange, being near someone Marius’s same age. How heavy their energy feels, even though hers is wholly different. He wonders how long she’ll stay.

The song in his headphones ends, and he tears them from his head, tosses them to the other side of the bed. Digs into his pocket to click the iPod off. Sets his book aside.

Despite the shouting match, Pandora seems relaxed when Daniel pops his head into the living room. Stretched across the green velvet couch like nothing is wrong, leisurely turning the pages of the Gisele Bündchen book. Her shoeless feet plant against the couch cushions, knees bent so that the book can lay open across her thighs.

Daniel leans in the door frame, watching her. Waiting to see if she’ll say anything. Her toes tap gently to the beat of the radio, and her eyes narrow at one of the photographs.

“Marius went out?” Daniel finally asks. 

“For a tantrum, I’m sure.”

“He only acts like this when you’re around, you know.”

Her mouth twists into a half smile, eyes alight as she glances up at him. She taps the couch cushion with one of her feet. “Come sit. Are you defending him?”

Daniel scans outwards again, checking that Marius really left. How good is his hearing, anyway? He scratches the back of his head, chuckling out of nervousness as he obeys her. She lifts her feet so that he has room to sit, then crosses her ankles over his lap.

He’s not sure where to put his hands, if he should tuck them beside himself or fold them over her cold legs. She’s wearing an ankle bracelet and her nails are painted dark purple.

“I think you’re mistaken, baby boy,” she says, and Daniel can’t help laughing a little louder. “He only behaves when you’re around.”

“Baby boy,” Daniel scoffs. If there were fresh blood in his body, his cheeks might get warm. 

She slowly closes the book. Folds her hands on top of it. Stares at Daniel’s face. He can’t hear what she’s thinking.

“You look just like him, you know,” she says, after a pause. “Have any of them told you that?”

“Any of who?”

“Any of them.”

Daniel laughs nervously. “Apparently not.”

“If you’d been turned a bit younger, you and Lestat could pass for his sons. You know that, yes?” When he doesn’t answer, she flexes her foot, rolls her heel back and forth against the top of his thigh. “You must have been a vision when Louis found you.”

“Come on, that’s…” Daniel looks away from her. Chokes on the forced laughter, stares down at the shapely bones of her ankles, unable to watch her face. And, what? That’s what? He crosses his arms over his chest, whole body tense as he tries to keep his hands to himself. “That’s ridiculous.”

“I’m being unfair,” she says, after a pause, and Daniel glances towards her in time to see the way she tilts her head in thought. “You look young. You could still pass as his son. We didn’t age so well when were alive, you know.”

His son. Daniel’s stomach flutters, and Pandora’s eyes glint in mirth.

“You knew that, then.” 

He tries to keep his thoughts hidden, but the memories cascade inside too fast. How many times Marius has been mistaken for his father out in public, the way neither of them ever correct it. The amount of times Daniel has called him daddy.

“It’s a rite of passage, I suppose,” Pandora says. There’s a useless, warm ache where she presses her foot to his groin. 

“What is?”

“That whole father business. He was like that when he was young, too. Perhaps he grew out of it, in his old age. Now it’s his turn to be the father,” she sets the book aside, and Daniel looks towards the noise as it thuds against the coffee table. She folds her arms behind her head as she stretches. “You can touch me, you know.”

Daniel can see it, sort of, in his head. Something foggy that he’s caught in the Blood before, something he stored away deep down in his head from years ago. It surfaces as he laughs a little bit, and lets the tension down from his shoulders, uncrossing his arms and resting his hands against her.

The hair on her legs is so soft, with all this time. Short enough that he can tell she shaved when she alive, but she was turned in such a hurry. Not like Daniel, with every detail obsessed over. Not like Marius.

His fingers curl around her ankle, then over her arch. Marius touches him like this sometimes. He tries to repeat it, massaging her the way he imagines that Marius would.

“You weren’t much older than me when you were turned,” he says, thinking about it. He studies her face, trying to find a clue, but she’s too inhuman to tell.

Her eyebrow quirks as she hears the thought slip out. Daniel chuckles and drops his head, watches the work in his lap as he rubs her feet.

“Sorry. It’s not a bad thing,” he breathes through the awkwardness, feeling the strange hardness of her body. Marius is the same, it’s not that it’s unfamiliar to him. Just�� 

“I understand,” she says. “It was that way with the Parents. Or with the twins. It’s hard to see, once we become like this.”

“Marius… feels old,” Daniel mumbles. “You both feel, I don’t know. Ancient. I can feel you in the room, I can tell that you’re something… but Marius. I don’t know. Maybe it’s his paterfamilias bullshit or something.”

Pandora’s laughter is sharp and sudden. She offers a little kick to his hip bone.

“He looks old, maybe. In his face. He just wears it in his face, I think.”

“Well, there aren’t many of us who lived to see thirty. Maybe we just spend too much time around perpetual children.”

“Yeah…” 

Daniel’s motions slow as he stares across the room at nothing. Sore spot, that Pandora couldn’t have known she was pressing on. Not sure his life counts as living to thirty. It had ended that night in San Francisco, really.

“Not that Marius is the paradigm of maturity,” she adds a moment later. She’s grinning when Daniel sneaks a glance at her, like they’re sharing a secret. 

“Has he always been like this?”

“Oh, I don’t know. It’s different for us. He’s my maker.”

The words curl around his middle spine. He stares at her again, studying her face, realizing for the first time that there’s no photos of her in their apartment. The size of it swells in his chest, too suffocating to imagine. Marius as your maker. Marius as your maker.

“Most of us just have that one person, you know. One person who knew us when we were alive. Marius is lucky in that way, he has a few of us. So do you.”

Daniel shudders. 

“Did you have a big family when you were alive?” she asks, continuing along as if she can’t feel his discomfort.

“No… I was an only child. My mom had a sister that lived nearby, and I had a cousin. That’s it. No one else had come to the US.”

“You’re special, you know.” And her voice is soft, not teasing for once. So sincere. She leans forward to touch him on the chin, to hold him where she wants him, to stare into his eyes. “You met all of us, right away. It’s like having a whole house full of aunties and uncles that want to see you do well.”

Ridiculous. Daniel wants to laugh, but he can’t find it. 

“Most of the time you guys feel like my divorced parents.”

Her fingers pinch him harder. “Were you parents divorced?”

“No, it’s…” he tries to shake his head, but there’s no give. His voice falls flat, too distracted by the shape of her eyes. “It’s a joke.”

“You should call me Mommy some time.” For a moment, Daniel isn’t sure if she’s telling him what to do or it’s another joke. Isn’t sure if he’s supposed to laugh. 

“Oh.”

Her eyes glance towards the open windows, and the curtain swaying in the breeze, out to the city noise and night sky. She and Marius have the barrier between them, but he wonders if she can hear his heartbeat out there somewhere, the only one that’s been there the whole time. 

“Do it in front of him. I want to see what he does.”

[funtheysaid]

iwtv ships be like 🧶🕸️🌪️

[vamptember]

𝖁𝖆𝖒𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝕻𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖘…

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Each day has THREE prompts in case one doesn’t speak to you! Pick one or combine them or rearrange them, it’s up to you! Make it SFW or NSFW!

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𝕿𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖋𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖘𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉! 𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖙𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖔𝖜 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖚𝖙!

Day 1: Darling Daughter | Bejeweled | Rosary

Day 2: Sleeping Beauty | Cradle | Starring Role

Day 3: My Sister's Keeper | Puppy/Kitten | Hairbrush

Day 4: Mistress | Garden of Earthly Delights | Venus

Day 5: Hell Hath No Fury | Butch/femme | Devour

Day 6: Cowgirl | Looks That Kill | Mother's Milk

Day 7: Queen of Hearts | Lingerie | Betrothed

[graphic by @mariusderomanus 💕]

[hekateinhell]

loustat

early devil's minion

pandora/marius

bianca

[desertfangs]

It really is sort of wild that the two people who managed to rescue Marius from the avalanche of ice Akasha buried him under were the ex he pined over for centuries and the guy who completely decimated his happiest time ever. Working together. Like, Marius was already having a bad time. No wonder he's so grumpy when he finally gets to the Sonoma Compound.

[nothing-but-paisley]

Top 12 romantic vc moments:

12. Pandora and Marius have sex mortal style while arguing the entire time

11. Devil's minion movie nights with Daniel agreeing to watch Blade Runner 500 times

10. Distraught Marius reunites with Armand after he survives going into the sun

9. Bianca tenderly caring for the dying Amadeo

8. Lestat calling Armand good to embrace and good to love

7. Amadeo hacks through Marius' door with a battle axe

6. Lestat & Louis' first flight

5. Nickistat drunken makeout at the inn

4. Armand tells Louis he wants him more than anything in the world

3. Daniel's turning in the imaginary garden

2. Pre-concert Loustat reunion

1. The Villa of the Mysteries

[wretcheddoll]

"He suddenly dosed his arms around me, surprising me, holding me firmly and rubbing his cheek gently against my hair, and kissing my head. Silken, polished, gentle beyond words. 'Pandora, Pandora, Pandora...'"

-Pandora

"He laughed softly as he answered me with more fragrant and harmless kisses. His warm breath came in a soft whistling flood against my groin. 'Amadeo, Amadeo, Amadeo,' he said."

-The Vampire Armand

"'Fill me, take me,' I said. I reached down between his legs

'It doesn't matter now.'

But it was hard, this organ forever lost to the god Osiris. I guided it, hard and cold as it was, into my body."

-Pandora

"'I'd give you anything,' I said imploringly. I put my hand between his legs. Oh, he was wonderfully hard. That was not uncommon, but he must let me take him further; he must trust me."

-The Vampire Armand

Marius and his horny lovers who won't leave him alone to read and paint in peace-poor guy 😔

[romanticizingmurder]

Marius asking Armand to be his child forever and telling Pandora he could take care of every detail of her life like she was his daughter rewrote my brain in ways I can't adequately describe I love that man so much

[apoptoses]

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[monstersinthecosmos]

What makes me laugh about all the accusations that Marius is such a rampant predator with a pattern of preying on SO MANY CHILDREN is that when people bring up Pandora I know that they got upset and threw the book and didn't even finish reading the exact same page because just a few paragraphs down:

"You are out of your mind!" My Father turned his back on Marius, who gave me a sad smile and disappeared. "What did he mean? What happened?" I asked my Father. "What's the matter?" "Listen, Lydia," said my Father. "Have you in all your readings come across the word 'betrothed'?" "Yes, Father, of course." "Well, that sort of wanderer and dreamer likes nothing better than to betroth himself to a young girl of ten because it means she is not old enough to marry and he has years of freedom, without the censure of the Emperor. They do it all the time." "No, no, Father," I said. "I shall never forget him." I think I forgot him the next day.

I know fandom has brought this up again and again and again but I guess we'll keep bringing up if people keep refusing to read just a little bit more of the page to learn that he DIDNT want to marry Pandora, that was the point lol. He didn't want to be married at all.

[arathergrimreaper]

Pssst, @uncivilcivilservice, weren't you the one who said you wanted Marius/Pandora for one of those posts a while back? Well,

Not perfect, but I tried. Dramatic lighting included, pffft.

[vamptember]

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• Edging • Double Penetration • Lingerie • Breathplay • Figging

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[hekateinhell]

Marius talking about Lestat in B&G actually makes me very soft:

I will never forget how comely he appeared, with his fabled yellow hair and his fathomless blue eyes, how eternally young, how full of frenetic hope and marvelous dreams, and how wounded and stricken he was to be sent away. And how my heart ached that I must do it. I wanted only to keep him close - my pupil, my lover, my rebel.

I had so loved his rippling speech, his honest questions, his daring appeals for the Queen's heart and freedom. Could we not save her somehow from Enkil? Could we not somehow enliven her? But it was oh, so dangerous even to talk of such things, and Lestat could not grasp it. And so this young one, this young one whom I had so loved, I had to forsake, no matter how broken my heart, no matter how lonely my soul, no matter how bruised my intellect and spirit.

And it’s fun to contrast it with this famous line he says to Armand in TVA:

"No, Amadeo, be my challenger, be my questioner, be my bold and ungrateful pupil."

And we can’t forget Pandora, who went head-to-head with him more than anyone, and he obsessed over her for thousands of years! I feel like part of his attraction to those who challenge him may be the fact that he never had the freedom, the option even, to rebel from his own duty to The Parents. 😦

[desertfangs]

Daniel and Pandora arguing over what to watch while Marius pretends not to care but sighs very deeply when something he dislikes is finally agreed upon.

Which all becomes moot anyhow when Armand comes into the room, snatches the remote, and fires up YouTube because they absolutely must see this video of a goat walking along a fence in the middle of a forest fire.

[monstersinthecosmos]

don't hide this in the tags hjklgs

miserable women in your area ⚠️

[romanticizingmurder]

By the way very important to me that anyone who hasn't read Pandora knows that this line is before Pandora has ever seen his dick, she's just desperately trying to get into his tunic (who can blame her).

Between this and demanding they consumate with penetration I really admire Pandora for her sheer Marius thirst.