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Don't Pull My Curls Straight by Jora_hamiltrash7777
Fandoms: Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022)
30 Jun 2024
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Armand, Louis, and their moments of trust in between.
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“𝘐’𝘰𝘯 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰,” 𝘓𝘰𝘶𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘈𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘕𝘦𝘸 𝘖𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘓𝘰𝘶𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘕𝘦𝘸 𝘖𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦.
𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘤. 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦. 𝘈𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘯.
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• FBA culture
Can't eat at just anyone's house, can't let just anyone mess with your hair...
• Figuring out who's safe
• Toxic relationship
• Mutual trauma arc
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godly
ill sayit again, FUCKING GODLY OMG
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“I can do this for you,” he says quietly, “Whenever you get in this mood.”
“And what mood am I in, Armand ?”
He tugs the small section of hair in his grip and takes only a moment to enjoy the pained gasp he receives. “You know what I mean. You've been a terror all week. Your moods are sporadic, you're not hunting properly, and little things are quick to frustrate you.”
“I'm acting out,” Louis summarizes coolly.
“Much like a fledgling,” Armand agrees. Louis’ hair, weighed down by oil and the last bit of water yet to dry, curls beautifully with each passing section he completes.
Usually, the younger vampire would tease Armand about his age, or fly into a hysterical rage after hearing the title.
But Louis just rests his head on Armand's thigh.
Coconut oil will seep into his silk pajama pants and Louis’ hair might dry the wrong way but Armand is wanted– needed– and he doesn't have the mind to tell Louis to sit up. Not when he's so beautifully relaxed, seated at Armand's feet like a homesick child.
“Can I drink from you, please?” Louis is a fool for thinking he needed to plead. Armand quickly finishes the section he's on and pulls his companion up.
“Drink, mio amore ,” he urges and Louis smiles, a little bashful and a little tired, as he leans in. He stops suddenly, fangs exposed, pupils dilated, and for a cold moment, Armand thinks he's changed his mind.
“You did good, baby.” Louis smiles at him in the mirror angled toward their bed, moving his head this way and that to inspect all of Armand’s work. He sounds like himself, Creole and Southern. “I like it.”
Armand has no time to delight in the compliment, or the scent of coconut, or the sound of New Orleans rolling off Louis’ tongue. The bite he receives is much more important and pleasurable.
Louis is warm. Louis is safe. Louis is himself. Louis is feeding.
Thank you.
You're most welcome.