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Yelena Belova has no feelings towards the 16th of October.
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it's the morning of the submission, and everyone wakes up late.
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Half of the time we're gone but we don't know where.
Arthur and Eames, in limbo. For 47,000 words.
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15 May 2026
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“Arthur, you've rung me at 2:30 in the bloody morning from Soho where you appear to be on a street corner and shirtless, possibly drugged. I've no doubt you're capable of handling yourself under normal circumstances, but drunken blokes aren't always the most understanding sort, especially when you're not actually selling what you look like you're selling.”
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15 May 2026
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true love and happiness (to sit and smoke there on the chair beside the bed) by sleepdeprivedsurgeon
Fandoms: Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022)
31 Jul 2024
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Lestat is sprawled out on the sofa a few feet away, shirt half-unbuttoned, watching the screen far more intently than Louis could’ve predicted. “I like this dark-haired one. He is good with the sword.”
Louis follows his gaze to the medieval fantasy battle on the flatscreen: a man in a beard and leather armor digging his sword into a monster’s skull, a blond elf notching an arrow into his bow.
“You’ll have to be more specific,” Armand replies. “You just described half the cast.”
[it's movie night at the vampire townhouse]
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14 May 2026
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things that are rare by shineforthee for ohariadnes
Fandoms: Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022)
30 Sep 2024
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“Where’d you go?” Daniel asks into the quiet. It takes Armand a beat too long to realize the music has stopped. He can’t remember when that happened.
He exhales, watches the light hit the smoke and get tangled up in the haze of the room. The window is open, the night so calm that there’s no wind to stir the air. Traffic is the soundtrack to their days, their nights. As familiar as Daniel’s heartbeat. If Armand turns his head, presses his ear to Daniel’s thigh, he will hear it loud and clear pumping blood through Daniel’s femoral. City sounds echoing through his veins, heart sounds echoing through the streets.
He isn’t sure if Daniel means to ask where Armand’s mind has gone this evening, or where he’s been these past weeks.
Either way, “Too far from you, beloved.”
“Fuck you for that,” Daniel says.
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05 May 2026
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“What are you building towards, Daniel?”
Better to rip the band-aid off. Push the baby bird out of the nest and hope its wings aren’t too weak to carry it. Daniel opens his laptop and sets it on the bed between the two of them. “Origins comma Delhi,” he reads. “Renaissance portraiture comma MDR. I’m assuming that’s your maker. Prostitution comma Venice. I haven’t opened them, but they’re all here.”
“Where did you get these?” Armand is the coiled spring in a mousetrap; the powder in a flintlock pistol.
“Same place I got that script.”
[post-interview, Daniel and Armand go through a few more of the files on Daniel's laptop.]
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04 May 2026