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sylus x "sweetheart"

He rolls over in the middle of the night, his arm reaching across the bed into empty, cool sheets. "Sweetheart?" He mumbles softly into the quiet room, blinking the sleep from his eyes as he half-raises his head off the pillow, searching the darkness for you with bleary focus. He hears the light flick on in the bathroom and his muscles relax as he snuggles back under the covers, trying hard to fight off sleep so he can welcome you back into his arms once you return to bed.

"Sweetheart..." he draws out each syllable playfully as he leans agains the front door with a bemused expression. a smirk playing across his lips as he watches your frantic movements. "We're gonna be late." You're scrambling around the foyer looking for your keys. He thinks to himself for a moment, and then his smirk deepens. "did you leave them in the lock again?" He lets out a soft chuckle as an embarrassed, knowing flush rises to your cheeks, already pulling open the door to check. sure enough— stuck straight in the lock. "You've really got to stop doing that."

You're walking down the busy sidewalk alone, tote bag over your shoulder as Sylus' voice echoes through your earbuds. "Hey, sweetheart. you look nice today." "Huh? I haven't even seen you today." "That's true. but I'm pretty sure I'm seeing you right now." You whirl around, searching the crowd, until you see the the familiar silhouette of a sleek black car slowly creeping down the street, matching your pace. Sylus rolls the window down, just enough for you to see the tops of his fingers as he gives a casual, flirtatious wave. a car honks in irritation behind him. He murmurs into the receiver. "You gonna make me hold up traffic like this much longer? This guy behind me's about to start seeing red."

"Sweetheart," he says in that husky low voice that makes you weak in the knees as he's pulling the strap of your nightdress down, inching it lower and lower on your shoulder as the movie plays in the background. His fingers are rough, his hands slightly calloused, but the motion of the touch itself is somehow silk-soft. "You're so warm," he whispers, his breath ghosting over the sharp ledge of your collarbone, fingers momentarily moving to trace its edge. "You sure you don't wanna keep watching?" You almost roll your eyes at the ridiculous question. "Fuck no, not when you're looking at me like that."

don’t talk to me till I’ve had my morning blood

Thinking about Goodcat code again. Thinking about how Sylus has said more than once 'would you still like me if I wasn't wild' because he was your dragon, and you fell in love while chasing revenge with a 'wild beast' at your side.

Thinking about how Sylus uses other people (primarily Mephisto) as a cover for his feelings. 'Mephisto gets separation anxiety, can I visit too' 'Mephisto misses you, so I called you'.

'Snowy Owl prefers men who are obedient', the nod to himself, the act he puts on despite wanting nothing to do with Snowy Owl. The question in his eyes, is this what you want? Do you want me at your feet?

Who do you want me to be?

Is this really all about another person, or do you want me to be someone else?

did you sleep well?

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Today I found out there are officially licensed IWTV candles and they have a Devil’s Minion one. I desperately need them all (they also have a Loustat one!)

Armand and Daniel's adventures in 'The story of Daniel, the Devil's Minion or the Boy from Interview with the Vampire.'

Would any of you be interested in a David Bowie style concert poster of Lestat? I have an idea for one I am thinking about making

lestat's version of the claudia turning is actually the most fucked up haunting scene in the entire show by miles, just everything about it gives me the fucking shivers. the way louis drags her across the floor like a doll. the way it becomes clear that claudia really was just another step in the ladder of their fucked up immortal romance. the fact that she as an individual didn't matter at all but just the idea of her. the way we see louis properly, honestly selfish, lost, and out of control in contrast to how he was caring and considerate in the story he told with confidence and continuity. the way he seems like nothing we've ever seen him as, sort of hollow, unrecognizable. the way lestat warned him about the law. the way he USED,,, LESTAT'S IMMORTAL FEAR OF ABANDONMENT AND LONELINESS AGAINST HIM TO GET WHAT HE WANTED. HE KNEW THE THOUGHT OF BEING ALONE AGAIN WOULD MAKE HIM AGREE TO ANYTHING. it makes me sick to my stomach actually. it immediately sets a contrast to how we were introduced to their relationship in the first few episodes where daniel calls lestat and louis the abused and the abuser. it puts everything in a different light. for me the most horrifying thing about watching it for the first time though was the sudden realization that the person who we think louis is, who we think all the characters we got to know through his retelling of the story are, is completely biased and warped by louis' traumas, repressions, beliefs, false perceptions of the truth, and coping mechanisms. it completely broke down the narrative they had been building for two seasons, and made you question everything you'd watched and felt about these characters. absolutely fucking bone chilling. 10/10 no notes.