Agrianne
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Who needs a nice guy in Montreal, anyway?
(or; 5 people who were pleasantly surprised by ilya rozanov)
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Wyatt was not, like, nosy. For sure, he was interested. He was curious. He engaged with people, obviously, because most people were interesting and engaging and had cool thoughts and said neat stuff if you asked.
So, no. Wyatt wasn’t nosy, but he wasn’t stupid, either.
Or: A Bromance Blooms In Ottawa
Or: The Ballad of Wyatt and Ilya -
i know you want to see me in hell by greynails
Fandoms: Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022)
26 Oct 2025
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“Why not?” Louis’s voice is almost a shout. “Lestat, I have no interest in having a child with you.”
Lestat tsks, unfazed. “But it is our duty, Louis. This marriage was arranged with the intention of giving me an heir. That was always the plan.”
“Yes, and if you remember, Lestat, it was your idea not to have a baby.”
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a portrait is a painting with something wrong with the mouth by jay_s_s
Fandoms: Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022)
16 Jul 2025
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”What’s the point of painting someone like this?”
“What do you mean, beloved?”
”She looks like she’s chewing a wasp.”
“And? What is wrong with that?”
“It’s unflattering. Unrefined. You’d wonder why he didn’t tell her to, you know, perk up a bit.”
Armand stifles a laugh with his hand. Daniel glances over at him, and can’t help softly smiling. Preening. He likes that it amuses Armand when he behaves like a philistine.
”I still fail to see the problem. There is something to be said for preserving someone in the imperfect stages.”
Armand can look so tender when he smiles, sometimes. Butter really wouldn’t melt, when he gives Daniel that shy look from under his eyelashes, like they both don’t know what he’s thinking.
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Daniel and Armand, John Singer Sargent, museum visits, companionship, and talking through metaphors.
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in the deafening polar province called You by shineforthee
Fandoms: Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022)
23 Sep 2024
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Daniel is sprawled out across the bed, loose-limbed and lazy, somehow filling all the open space it has to offer and leaving Armand to nestle into the gaps. His cheeks are flushed, blood pooling like it knows what comes next. Maybe it does. Armand was reading about classical conditioning the other day. About dogs who become accustomed to getting food when their handler rings a bell.
Perhaps Daniel is the dog, Armand’s teeth sharp bells reverberating in his veins. Or perhaps Armand is the dog, Daniel’s blood a song rattling in his ears. He has been a dog before. He runs his tongue along the bow of Daniel’s collarbone, gathers the salt-sweat there and imagines what it tastes like because Daniel does.
Armand remembers he loved Daniel, once, and that Daniel loved him. Or a version of them did, at least. It isn't his intention to go back to that, but it's not not his intention, either. Such is the prerogative of an immortal: to hold two contradicting desires simultaneously. If nothing else, it passes the time while he waits for this miserable interview to end.