#teamreeves

[haugtekinn]

Like an ill-jointed animal, he sloped slightly to one side. His silhouette was strangely sharp, betraying the edges where cadaver skin stretched taut over bone. The rain did his ugliness no favors. It ran through his pale hair like grease and streaked his beard.

His unsteady gaze lifted just so when the blood drinker gasped her surprise. Rain poured into her eyes but she never quite blinked it away, her death mask unmoving past the mimicry of feeling. A noise rattled in the back of his chafed throat. Perhaps a laugh. Some approval, anyway.

"Countryside stroll," He declared, his voice the common rasp and groan. Water in his molars. "Thought I might check on you. In case you're living peacefully or some shit."

🌧 standing in the rain without an umbrella // from @haugtekinn

"Jesus!" Jesse's hand flew to her chest, a pointless mortal gesture, feeling the rapid beat of her own heart. "Jesus christ, you startled me. What are you—" She took him in properly, shaking her head. A glint of amusement came into her eyes. "You're dripping wet, what are you doing out here?"

[nightislandnoveltymug]

intro post in an attempt to ~Connect my online presences a smidgen, because i have several blogs at this point and it's getting confusing even to me :'D

🦇 first off, hello! i'm J, and i've been in this fandom for way too long!!

🦇 mainly a bookverse fan!

🦇 my first love is Armand (and Armand/Daniel). also always down to talk about the children of darkness and my beloveds the background ancients, especially Maharet's gang, aka Jesse, Mael, Eric, Santino. :D in general i love rambling in a meta-adjacent fashion about pretty much anyone, you can always twist my arm.

🦇 old VC blog: @bloodyvampchrons. that was a sideblog, so from now on i'll be using this one.

🦇 main/personal: @explorersaremadeofhope -- over there it's a general multifandom mix of whatever.

🦇 old RP blogs: @moral-cipher (Armand – before that the url was coldinhumanity; before that it was something else, which i forget). inactive atm: @faintlyradiant (Eric), @teamreeves (Jesse).

[perladivenezia]

[text] I did wonder why there was so much shouting down the pub last night! I suppose I should congratulate you - if you're following sports at all. ;)

[text] Carissima, grazie! We should celebrate together when I go back to A- Are you in America? or are you in the UK?? I hope you are not in the UK must be an unhappy place right now.

[text]Even better you should come to Italy! Santino and I will love to have you and we can celebrate all together!

[haugtekinn]

@teamreeves:

Jesse let out a muffled giggle, her face resting against Alfredo’s shoulder. “How’s I s’posed t’know he was that far gone? He could still talk. That’s the trouble with heavy drinkers, you never know where you are.”

She tightened her arms around Alfredo’s neck a little when she felt herself slipping. His hold on her felt very secure, which was lovely, but she wanted to get just a little higher– Craning her neck, she planted a kiss on his bearded jaw, not entirely able to keep from laughing as she did it.

“Anyway, that’s actually a vampire thing. We met- the alcohol goes right into the bloodstream. It’s much faster, see. So it hits harder. But I’ll be fine soon, I promise. It wears off fast. And anyway, I can walk, you know,” she added, feeling as though that fact really ought to be made clear. “But I ‘preciate you being a gentleman about it. It’s very nice.”

Alfredo was gearing up to snap back at her but then Jesse’s lips connected with his jaw in an open-mouthed, laughter-soaked kiss. It didn’t break his stride but the inherent softness of the touch felt entirely off-putting. He lost his train of thought then and there, wrapped up in the mystery of this strange woman in his arms who continued to disarm him in ways he did not understand. What had she made of him, really, that he was here at all, held and kissed, and feeling... Feeling...

“Fucking hell, you talk even more when you’re pissed.” He groaned as he went on. “You almost totaled a Prius back there, Red. I don’t think this town can handle you walking on your own right now. Don’t go thinking I won’t leave you to sleep in a dumpster come daybreak if you push me.” He only changed his grip on her so he could her closer to his dead chest and stared stoically ahead. 

“Just admit you can’t hold your liquor.”

[desanctii]

@teamreeves​ said: // ♫ one for my son? u can choose an AU if u wanna spice it up :D lmao

a playlist for santino & eric (pirate au)

1. Abandon Ship - Steffan Argus  So everything you thought you knew Like no one being there for you Just trust me that it isn't true This is our ship, and we're your crew

2. Gallows Pole - Willie Watson So, lover, did you bring me silver? Lover, did you bring some gold? Did you come to see me hanging From the gallows pole? 

3. Dog Teeth - Nicole Dollanganger He handed me a pair of pliers And he told me to pull out his teeth Because as long as he had them He'd use them to do bad things

4. A Health to the Company - The Chieftains Our ship lies at anchor, she is ready to dock I wish her safe landing without any shock And if ever I should meet you by land or by sea I will always remember your kindness to me

5. Work Song - Hozier My babe would never fret none About what my hands and my body done If the Lord don't forgive me I'd still have my baby and my babe would have me

6. Devil’s Spoke - Laura Marling But I am your keeper And I hold your face away from light I am yours till they come I am yours till they come

[caravaggiovagabond]

@teamreeves 

[x] 

Armand’s eyes are dark and enormous in the dim light, and although she can see perfectly well, Jesse finds herself fighting the urge to flip the light switch. A human reflex, a hangover from when the darkness was unsafe, no doubt. But then again. It’s difficult to tell with Armand, whether his air of cold menace is deliberate or merely a side effect which he does nothing to prevent.

“Overwhelming,” she replies, opting for honesty. “Yes, it is. I – well, I suppose I always knew, on some level, that it might happen to me, but… I didn’t expect it to.” She smiles, aware even as she does it that it’s the equivalent of rolling over onto her back to show that she is not a threat.

“But I have Maharet and Mael to look after me.”

Armand stares at her for a long moment -- certainly longer than could be considered in any way polite or commonplace, but he isn’t here to build bridges. He takes a step closer, just one, and continues his examination.

The words are like a knife to the gut as he once again is forced to compare her with his Daniel; she’s so bright, so vibrant... healthy. It’s sickening. He can still smell the mortality clinging to her like a syrupy perfume.

“Yes, and I’m sure that they do a wonderful job of it.” He’s careful not to let the bitterness seep into his voice; Jesse may not be able to read his thoughts unless he gives her express permission, but that does not mean that she is completely tone-deaf, and he isn’t willing to show his cards so soon. Instead, he is measured, speaking as though holding any polite conversation. He goes as far as to turn his back, talking to her over his shoulder as he busies himself with clearing away scattered books and stacking them into neat piles. Let her think his guard is down, what difference does it make to him?

“I wonder what your friends in the Talamasca would think of your new lifestyle now. It can’t be easy to turn away from a way of life you have known for so long.”

[sacredvein]

@teamreeves​ | continued.

The British Museum had changed since she worked here, but Jesse was comforted by how much remained the same. She was wandering idly through the Sutton Hoo exhibition when she caught the presence of another immortal, and discreetly turned to look. Catching her eye across the room, the vampire moved towards her at a casual stroll, feigning interest in the great cauldron on display behind her.

He was a young man, barely more than a boy when he was turned really, but with curiously grey hair. Perhaps he dyed it. Quick blue eyes darted over the newcomer’s appearance as Jesse catalogued the salient facts with trained efficiency; age, build, eye colour, hair colour. Offering his hand, the boy gave his name around a charming smile which curled up half of his mouth like a smirk, darting in to kiss Jesse’s cheeks in the quick European way she remembered from her cousins in Italy and France. “Laurent.” He pronounced it the French way. She noted that he was a couple of inches shorter than her.

“Jesse,” she offered in return, brows drawn together just a little and a bemused smile lingering about her lips. “Would that be the Laurent who belonged to the Theatre of the Vampires?” she inquired politely.

“It’s generous of you to remember a footnote.” Laurent replies graciously with a light little laugh, obliging her, though his eyes are steeled like gunmetal as he draws back. (Still the old tripping peevishness of recognition, of all the things that might be assumed from a handful of lines of printer-type!) “But I am, only if you happen to be the same Jesse of the Talamasca.” 

Yes, he too can reference old affiliations! 

“I pray you don’t mind my coming here. I was admiring.”

[mael-gallia]

Why do you want people to think you're dead? How do you feel about Jesse? Are you the jealous type?

“I do not want that, they simply do. My feelings for Jesse are as strong and genuine as they ever were. And I will always want to protect that which I care for. If you wish to call that jealousy, so be it.“

[sangcreole-archived]

teamreeves replied to your post “Ooooo Lestat and Bianca are back at it again. How does that make you...”

"I know we haven't really had a lot of deep heart-to-hearts, and you probably think this is very presumptous of me, but... sometimes, if something isn't making you happy, clinging to it for dear life isn't the best thing to do. Are you sure you wouldn't be happier if you didn't think you *had* to be with Lestat at all costs...?"

“It’s quite alright, I appreciate your candor,” Louis took a deep breath and looked away as he processed her questions.

“It isn’t that he isn’t making me happy. He is. But we make each other happy just as much as we make each other miserable. I don’t feel as if I have to be with him, I know that I am allowed to walk away. That’s what we do. We take breaks, and we cool off when we need to. But I love him. And I will not stop loving him.”

[viaticumforthemarquise]

[text] Gabs! What happened to your phone? I've been snapping you!

[text] What the hell are you talking about?

[morbidromantic-blog]

[devilsfool]

❖ + Let's do something different! Rank vampires you know based on humor. Who's the funniest? Who tells the dad jokes? Who tells the dead jokes?

Send me a ❖ + a question and my muse will be forced to tell the truth.

Honestly? You won’t believe me, but Khayman is one of the funniest in the coven. 

Daniel would run a close second–he has the sort of quippy, 1930s wit that I only wish I possessed. 

Jesse has that sort of teasing, beautifully cruel sense of humor that only a child of the 80s could possess. 

Louis has a surprisingly dry wit. He and Armand are more the type who will…cut you with their wits rather than joke with you. 

You know, despite our reputation for angst, this coven has quite a sense of humor. But humor isn’t what we write about, because humor isn’t nearly as exciting as the occasional upheaval and tragedy. 

[oneklickwonder]

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[perladivenezia]

@teamreeves

“I hate that sometimes it looks like you try to make other people...”

"What kind of conversations are these people having with you, jeez."

“Most people are so terribly dull, my dear” she said with a comical sigh, smiling then a Jesse “but I have never made you feel uncomfortable, have I?”

[haugtekinn]

@teamreeves

The last thing he had seen before his mind blinked out of existence had been Jesse’s face, framed by red hair and cast in the shadows of an uneasy frown. He had sneered, muttered some dumbass comment to take the edge off. Her cold hands had bracketed his jaw. Then a crack had rung through his frame, and he had flickered out like a candle in a drafty room. 

Now, through dull ache and a pounding haze, the world returned to him. He blinked against the multiplying lights, half sunken into a mattress that was too soft and a cover that felt like water against his skin, too slick. Right. He was in some guest room of that vampire hotel. 

A rough groan climbed up his tortured throat as he tried to prop himself up. A sharp pain shot through his spine. “Got a good touch, Red.” He rumbled, still clearly out of it. His blank eyes were searching for her in the room. He wiped at his mouth, to find a bit of bloody spittle clinging to his lip. 

“Did it at least work?”

[desanctii]

teamreeves replied to your post: "I don't know if this is actually a secret to you,...

“Wait, he does?” Jesse’s eyebrows went up. “Huh. I didn’t expect that. But this one was me, I’m afraid, so zero points.”

“Things have been alluded and implied. We don’t need to get into it.” He hurried to wave the matter off. “You, though? I admit that one is news to me. When was that?”