━ Daniel Molloy; Danny; The "Fascinating" Boy.
━ First Bluesky Account, not the first RP account.
━ Trigger Warnings for Heavy Drug Use (and other adult themes.)
━ Writer is 21+, MDNI.
Maybe /too/ well. But that's fine by him.
"Gotta warn me before you say stuff like that, boss." He mumbled sheepishly.
Though there is something broken in Armand, too.
Maybe all the broken bits fit together just right.
When they finally parted, gasping for air, Daniel looked somewhat sheepish.
Clearly, he liked that thought. There's definitely something wrong with him.
Maybe /too/ well. But that's fine by him.
"Gotta warn me before you say stuff like that, boss." He mumbled sheepishly.
When they finally parted, gasping for air, Daniel looked somewhat sheepish.
Clearly, he liked that thought. There's definitely something wrong with him.
This does.
He stumbles into Daniel but is happily caught — and caught up in the kiss. He returns it eagerly, thrilled by Daniel taking the lead.
He gazed at Armand, eyes wide. Heart pounding. A thrill running down his spine...
And then he grabbed him by the hair and dragged him into a kiss.
When they finally parted, gasping for air, Daniel looked somewhat sheepish.
Clearly, he liked that thought. There's definitely something wrong with him.
Sure. You can pick."
Because he is Lestat.
Reputation and all.
“Do I get to pick my attention?”
"Alright."
Sure. You can pick."
He gazed at Armand, eyes wide. Heart pounding. A thrill running down his spine...
And then he grabbed him by the hair and dragged him into a kiss.
“I will refrain. Reluctantly. But if you asked . . .”
Well. He would kill anyone Daniel asked.
"Don't kill my fourth grade teacher. She's not worth the effort."
He gazed at Armand, eyes wide. Heart pounding. A thrill running down his spine...
And then he grabbed him by the hair and dragged him into a kiss.
He has a hunch. But he's not saying his hunch out loud until he has all of the information.
"What can you gather?"
"Me? Well, I'm also pretty good at reading people."
He has a hunch. But he's not saying his hunch out loud until he has all of the information.
He shrugged, taking a puff of his cigarette.
"... He's just really interesting. He's fun to be around. The real question is what /he/ gets out of it, if you ask me."
She vaguely understands, she's been reckless like that... She's played with her life like that. Maybe she understands better than she expected.
"I think he's come around to it, though. I mean... he does drain me until I can barely talk a lot, so maybe not."
He shrugged, taking a puff of his cigarette.
"... He's just really interesting. He's fun to be around. The real question is what /he/ gets out of it, if you ask me."
"Me? Well, I'm also pretty good at reading people."
"What kind of tricks can you do?"
He leaned forward, eyes suddenly sharp and bright.
"What other tricks can you do, Lola?"
"Me? Well, I'm also pretty good at reading people."
"I think he's come around to it, though. I mean... he does drain me until I can barely talk a lot, so maybe not."
"I can't imagine why..." The sarcasm is palpable as she says it
As he said that, he pulled out his pack of cigarettes. Offering it to her first.
"I think he tolerates my talking. He didn't always like it."
"I think he's come around to it, though. I mean... he does drain me until I can barely talk a lot, so maybe not."
He leaned forward, eyes suddenly sharp and bright.
"What other tricks can you do, Lola?"
"I've had lots of practice. It's one of my favourite tricks." She winks at him.
"I'm Lola."
Instantly, Daniel started thinking of anything BUT his name. The color green, his favorite song, the burn of whiskey going down his throat.
Overstimulating for anyone in there. On purpose.
"You got it." He said, tilting his head. Trying to tell if she's an actual mind reader.
He leaned forward, eyes suddenly sharp and bright.
"What other tricks can you do, Lola?"
As he said that, he pulled out his pack of cigarettes. Offering it to her first.
"I think he tolerates my talking. He didn't always like it."
"I want some peace and quiet."
"Let's see. What should we talk about next? More about the feeding? Being held? Being thrown around like a stuffed animal? Being followed at night?
I can go all night."
As he said that, he pulled out his pack of cigarettes. Offering it to her first.
"I think he tolerates my talking. He didn't always like it."
Instantly, Daniel started thinking of anything BUT his name. The color green, his favorite song, the burn of whiskey going down his throat.
Overstimulating for anyone in there. On purpose.
"You got it." He said, tilting his head. Trying to tell if she's an actual mind reader.
"Now, think of the first letter for me. a b c d e... d? Does your name start with a d?" She raises an eyebrow.
"It's a simple name, isn't it? Dylan, Dominic.... Daniel? Daniel, isn't it?"
He hummed.
"Go ahead. Try and guess my name."
Instantly, Daniel started thinking of anything BUT his name. The color green, his favorite song, the burn of whiskey going down his throat.
Overstimulating for anyone in there. On purpose.
"You got it." He said, tilting his head. Trying to tell if she's an actual mind reader.
"Let's see. What should we talk about next? More about the feeding? Being held? Being thrown around like a stuffed animal? Being followed at night?
I can go all night."
Too bad she's sworn to protect them..
He's not deterred. Still talking. Poking, prodding. Being an asshole for the sake of it.
"You go numb after a while. And cold. That part's a little freaky."
"Let's see. What should we talk about next? More about the feeding? Being held? Being thrown around like a stuffed animal? Being followed at night?
I can go all night."
He hummed.
"Go ahead. Try and guess my name."
He looked her up and down, studying her curiously.
"Well, give me some ideas. How would you wanna make it up to me?"
He hummed.
"Go ahead. Try and guess my name."
He's not deterred. Still talking. Poking, prodding. Being an asshole for the sake of it.
"You go numb after a while. And cold. That part's a little freaky."
He narrowed his eyes.
"You know, it feels good. When they bite you. Well, except for if they're pissed."
He's not deterred. Still talking. Poking, prodding. Being an asshole for the sake of it.
"You go numb after a while. And cold. That part's a little freaky."
He looked her up and down, studying her curiously.
"Well, give me some ideas. How would you wanna make it up to me?"
"Keep buying me drinks and all is forgiven."
He looked her up and down, studying her curiously.
"Well, give me some ideas. How would you wanna make it up to me?"
He narrowed his eyes.
"You know, it feels good. When they bite you. Well, except for if they're pissed."
He's just pressing her buttons for fun now.
He narrowed his eyes.
"You know, it feels good. When they bite you. Well, except for if they're pissed."
"Alright."
“Ineedattention,” he mumbles.
Fails.
"Yes, Lestat? How can I help you?"
"Alright."
He's just pressing her buttons for fun now.
"I would rather cut off my own limb, thank you."
He saw the stone pulse. His head tilted to the side and his eyes narrowed.
He's just pressing her buttons for fun now.
"Don't kill my fourth grade teacher. She's not worth the effort."
Armand makes him feel all mushy inside. It's embarrassing.
"I'm used to it, boss. People have been asking me what's wrong with me... my whole life. Was even written on my report card once."
"Don't kill my fourth grade teacher. She's not worth the effort."
"Keep buying me drinks and all is forgiven."
"Come now, I didn't mean it as an insult, how can I make it up to you?"
He would slow down once he felt tipsy.
"Insult and flattery back to back? Sending some mixed signals." He teased.
"Keep buying me drinks and all is forgiven."
Fails.
"Yes, Lestat? How can I help you?"
Makes an attempt to look sheepish.
Fails.
Now, shut up and get over here.
Fails.
"Yes, Lestat? How can I help you?"