everarddelanden

[everarddelanden]

[everarddelanden]

the father, son and the holy ghost that's done with your bullshit.

#ooc; adorable and spot on #Marius #Armand #Daniel Molloy

[everarddelanden]

the saddest thing ever is that marius was in venice for, what, like 20 years? it was such a tiny phase of his life, it's like when you have ADHD and you're really really really into a hobby and convinced it's your new thing and then you burn out in 2 weeks and never touch it again.

it's so sad like he was with Armand for 4-5 years at the most? especially when he spent 200+ years with his other fledglings? he even spent like entire centuries around Avicus and Mael? was in Constantinople with them for nearly a century and he doesn't even LIKE Mael?? (or so he claims, smh.)

anyway very sad that the Venice Era is like, the cornerstone of Armand's entire worldview. A friend phrased it like AS ROME IS TO MARIUS, MARIUS IS TO ARMAND -- everything will always ultimately come back to these principles, to how Marius identifies as a Roman or how Armand wants to live up to the paradigm of Marius's approval, to his identity as Marius's student, and it was such a tiny tiny tiny little piece of Marius's life.

#truth #Marius #MariusArmand #Armand #Amadeo

[everarddelanden]

I hate when you are telling the truth and then you smile so now no one believes you😭

#HAHA #Everard never does this #Ever. #Ard.

[everarddelanden]

#Eve; can't relate

[everarddelanden]

#Eve; smile for me

[everarddelanden]

@ for a middle of the night text

[Instagram message] Hey

[Instagram message] You awake?

[Instagram message] Think I saw you enter The Alt when I just left.

[Instagram message] Don't take the Bloody Mary there. They dilute it with cheap stuff.

[Instagram message] What do you call a dog that can do magic?

#college AU #perladivenezia

[everarddelanden]

if i ever opened up to you, forget it happened

#Eve; can't relate

[everarddelanden]

Put one in my ask box for a text my muse would send to yours

# for a random text @ for a middle of the night text * for a drunk text + for a loving text ÷ for a depressed text = for a scared text & for a curious text $ for a accidental text ¥ for a drugged text

#VC college AU

[everarddelanden]

If God is everywhere, why people look up to speak to them?

“Better cellphone reception. That’s why Satan recommended the Catacombs.“

#//reposting because his response made me laugh. #Eve; God ghosted me

[everarddelanden]

I’m fine

#Eve; God ghosted me

[everarddelanden]

You're not nearly as deep as you think you are, and you write like a 14 year old ✨

"You should be perfectly able to relate then." he said dully.

#anon #OK.

[everarddelanden]

For he said 'I am your god now.' He gave me a taste of his unholy communion. By now I knew it was blood, but it was like wine to my blaspheming tongue and loins. His forceful hands did not bless me, but contorted my body to prayer all the same. He would pierce me as deeply as the Holy Spirit and made me utter words in tongues I did not speak. And after this crucifixion and I was certain I could bear no more, his unholy communion would resurrect me and reanimate my body to do what he chose me for. And after many deaths, he left me hollow as a false prophet's convictions and again and again I found myself sobbing in the bed's linen folds, wishing it to be Mother Mary's lap. And I would beg my first God for forgiveness, for the sin soiled me so deeply, the tar blocked my prayers from reaching heaven. Forgive me Lord, for I have sinned. Forgive me Lord, for I am Judas. I am filthy and I am filth. For he said 'I am your god now.'

#Eve; Greek Eschatology #Rhoshamandes #Eve; mortal #Vampire Chronicles #Everard de Landen

[everarddelanden]

When death wants to kiss you and you want to kiss him back. - Sonata Arctica

#Eve; shuffle play

[everarddelanden]

"Don't do this, they're innocent. Don't kill them. Don't."

[everarddelanden]

#Eleni #Eve; Thumbelina

[everarddelanden]

"I said that The Master might favour you, but that does not go for the rest of us." he repeated in his old French, perhaps even harder for the youth to understand than that spoken by the younger members of the coven.

One might have taken the black haired vampire's words as a low effort threat, but there were layers to the sentence that went deeper than that. There was a certain contempt to it when speaking of Armand. And it had not been a response to anything Riccardo had said, but the contact had been initiated by Everard himself.

Things had been grim and chaotic, as far as the claustrophobic catacombs allowed it to be, ever since the new ones from Rome had arrived. A new Master. A new clan to integrate. A spoken tongue unfamiliar and thus raising paranoia. The unpleasant introduction to Allesandra which had not been what Everard might have been hoping for. He was a creature of habit and anything to disturb that, would automatically be labelled 'a threat'. But he was not weak and would bite before someone else would get the chance to harm him.

It was perhaps weak or even foolish to pick the Master's apparent most familiar to 'pick on', but Everard sensed this one was estranged from Armand and there were benefits to establishing possible bonds before others did. Call him an opportunist. Call him a survivor. Both were equally as true for the wide shouldered man with his faded, decaying clothes standing over the boy.

Paris. 1500s. @everarddelanden

They had killed them all. One by one, they had been forced to watch. Riccardo had stayed locked away in a dirty cell, starving and screaming until his voice was gone. Monsters. They tormented him for days on end until he was taken and thrown into a worse hell - Amadeo’s cell. It should have ended there. But it did not. And each night, still, Riccardo awoke in a panic, nails clawing at his sides, from the nightmare of it all.

But even being awake did not stop the nightmare. He was surrounded by it. Children of Darkness, they had called themselves. Ripped away from their precious Italy into harsh France, it was a change Riccardo did not appreciate. And his beloved companion was no longer that. Coven Master, they had assigned his Amadeo and changed his name. Riccardo was alone in this new life and often punished for his outbursts and contradictions.

He slumped against a damp and molded wall, his hair filled his mats and dirt caking his once olive toned skin. A voice above him, an accent he had not yet grown accustomed to, spoke something he did not quite catch. He blinked, staring up at the dark haired man and shook his head. His french was not as skilled as his Greek or Venetian, and so he struggled amongst the others of this clan. It mattered not, the only one that truly spoke to him was Armand and even then, those were not conversations, more like commands and condemnation.

“What?” His voice rough, not used in at least a week. “What did you say?”

#gentleyettempered #Children of Darkness #Paris division #Eve; be still my heart #Eve; all hail Satan