Love How You Chose The Worst Pose Picture

Love how you chose the worst pose picture

They'll never make me hate loumand they served unprecedented levels of cunt and immaculate sass like look

Me if I get too bored

Daniel…

sam is literally never beating the "possessed by lestat" rumours

Reads like Claudia accepting to die because in the end she was chosen except Daniel was like "Oh God don't make me accept death" because he was finally tenderly held. Here he is a terribly soft young man :(((((

❛ BUT, DANIEL... YOU ALREADY KNOW WHO YOU'LL BE. ❜

LUKE BRANDON FIELD as Daniel Molloy - Interview with the Vampire, AMC

The Sims

Rashid gets compromised before episode 5 and instead of an arms dealer Armand decides to go with his long trusted employee for lunch and prevent that script from ever reaching Daniel. Rashid finds out and is about to leave when Armand blocks the way with his gremlin stare.

"What was that you said earlier? I could kill you right now? The deception is truly staggering!"

"Speaking of deception what about this, Armand? It's your handwriting!" Daniel waves the script as Sam had it delivered earlier. Louis is away on business and won't return for another few hours.

"Oh? And how can you be so sure of that?" Armand turns to Daniel with an icy stare. But beneath his frosty composure, panic is starting to rise.

"I - " The words die in Daniel's throat. How did he know? He looks down at the elegant handwritten notes garlanded across the script, the red ink now faded over the decades - except it's not, no, he can see that same handwriting in vivid scarlet ink snaking across a different manuscript - his, Daniel's, manuscript of his first book.

In this vision, he sees lithe brown hands, one thumbing through the pages, another twirling a red ballpoint pen, against a background of stark hotel sheets covering two pairs of bare legs. His cheek rests against a cool shoulder. He knows with bone deep certainty that if he craned his head, he would see a mop of jet black curls and unblinking amber eyes and kiss-bitten lips.

Daniel stumbles back, shaking the memory away, cursing as he knocks over a chair. "Get the fuck outta my head!"

"I'm not..." The vampire is still. Somehow smaller, drawn in.

"Whatever you're doing, I know it's bullshit!" Daniel continues, his hands clenching into fists. He's probably damaging the script but he doesn't care. "You expect me to believe that you were - what, having an affair with me? In love with me? That doesn't even make... sense..."

Except it does.

Jesus fucking christ, it explains a lot of Armand's behaviour in the past few days.

Something cracks in Armand's façade. Wide, terrified eyes. The wolfskin peeled back to reveal the lamb underneath.

And Daniel, the shepherd dog turned bloodhound with the lamb's throat in his jaws.

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And then they fucked nasty. I'm sorry, idk what happened to this prompt, my brain was not working these past few days probably from too much work

[shouts at you] DANIEL NEVER SAID HE DIDN'T LIKE IT

and what if i say that if i were daniel molloy in 1973, i would have gladly let armand throw me around like that for as long as he wanted to? what then?