Darling Heart, I Loved You From The Start.

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I miss Armand.

I wonder what he’ll say when he sees that my hair is just as red as his.

Who knows when love begins? Who knows what makes it start?
One day it’s simply there, alive inside your heart.
Love Never Dies, Andrew Lloyd Webber

theoriginalbloodcountess:

thebiancasolderini:

theoriginalbloodcountess

Such a trinket, The Countess did not know what laid inside of it, but the weight of it and the words behind Bianca gave it meaning and power. She let her gaze roam towards Bianca before she opened the box. What The Countess laid her eyes upon, she heard herself muttered an oath in Hungarian. How she loathed to have a crass word, for it was the bottom of the barrel to speak of such words. Yet, she found herself moving towards Bianca to embrace her. A new feat for her.

Bianca embraced the Countess and said, “I’m glad you like it. I knew the moment I saw it, it was for you.” the Countess shall be surprised when she opens the egg and sees a diamond in it, and it was the only egg to have one.

Slowly, The Countess began to unclasp the egg, only to find a heavy weight within it. “If it were merely the rubies I would not be pressed to wonder what lays inside,” she murmured, as she used her hands to open the little egg. If her vanity was ruled by jewelry, it would be appeased this evening. “Bianca…”

"It the only egg out of all that has a diamond inside it." she smiled. "It took me a lot of convincing to get the jeweller to sell it to me, and I didn’t use my Mind Gift." Bianca said, laughing.

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merciful—death:

missbiancasolderini:

merciful—death:

thebiancasolderini:

merciful—death:

thebiancasolderini:

I have been told often of how I look like the women in his paintings and because of the pearls I would weave in my hair. Ah, but our Maker, Marius is one of the oldest living vampires, a child of the millennia. He spoke of me? -quirks a brow- And what did he say, if I may ask?

I see.  Yes, Marius…  It is truly amazing exactly how old some of our kind is.  To think that I had been in the dark of it for so long is, at times, even more astonishing.  The answers I searched for were always so close.

We spoke of our mortal lives on several occasions and I am sure the name ‘Bianca’ must have come up several times.  It seems he truly did, and still does, adore you. I am sure he is very happy to have been reunited with you after so many years.  I certainly know that it brought me relief to see Lestat after only being separated for a little over a century.

We actually met one night, by accident, it had been a century since I left Marius, and I moved to Paris. It was there that we saw each other. Oh, I wanted to run to him so badly, but I don’t know why I didn’t. There was a part of me that thought that he could’ve forgotten me, and I was scared, so I ran away. He was the only one who reminded me so much of home, did you know his name used to be Amadeo? -chuckles-

Reuniting can be overwhelming, especially when one has not seen the other for so long.  However, I feel that the people who have been with us since the beginning are the hardest to forget.  Just as you could not forget Armand, it would be impossible for him to forget you either, no matter how many centuries pass.  Time moves so swiftly for us and yet our memories remain so sharp…  It can be both a blessing and a curse, I imagine.

Armadeo.  Strangely, that isn’t surprising.  What prompted him to change it, I wonder?

True. He was taken by a group of Satan worshippers and tortured until he was forced to accept their ways. Amadeo wasn’t a fitting name for the new leader of a coven that worshipped Satan, as it contained “Deo” or God in it. It was then changed to Armand. Sometimes, I almost catch myself calling him Amadeo. -chuckles-

Is that so?  That would make sense, with a name such as ‘Amadeo.’  It is difficult to think of Armand being taken hostage by anyone.  He has always presented himself as quite the powerful person in my eyes.  Of course, I do know of his days below Les Innocents…  Those years he spent under the cemetery connect to the Satanic cult, do they not?  It’s fascinating to think that a man as intelligent as he could be so fooled.

He was still a young vampire when he was taken. It was the year 1500, the year I gave my life up to help Marius. There are some events in his life that I am unaware of, as I tried to depend on myself without Marius after I left him in Dresden. It wasn’t exactly a good goodbye. -frowns- Have you met Marius?

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Welcome to both of you.

merciful—death:

thebiancasolderini:

merciful—death:

thebiancasolderini:

merciful—death:

thebiancasolderini:

He is. We have known each other since our mortal years and he was a frequent visitor at my palazzo. When he was sick, I took care of him. I remember the first time I saw him at my palazzo, he just amazed the crowd with they way he could make poems on the spot. Oh do forgive me, I could go on and on and never stop about Armand. -giggles-

I see!  Mais, it truly is amazing how many of you older vampires I have come to meet in recent years.  It seems like yesterday that I believed Armand to be the oldest of us all…

I believe he spoke of you several times.  Were you not in several of Botticelli’s paintings?

I have been told often of how I look like the women in his paintings and because of the pearls I would weave in my hair. Ah, but our Maker, Marius is one of the oldest living vampires, a child of the millennia. He spoke of me? -quirks a brow- And what did he say, if I may ask?

I see.  Yes, Marius…  It is truly amazing exactly how old some of our kind is.  To think that I had been in the dark of it for so long is, at times, even more astonishing.  The answers I searched for were always so close.

We spoke of our mortal lives on several occasions and I am sure the name ‘Bianca’ must have come up several times.  It seems he truly did, and still does, adore you. I am sure he is very happy to have been reunited with you after so many years.  I certainly know that it brought me relief to see Lestat after only being separated for a little over a century.

We actually met one night, by accident, it had been a century since I left Marius, and I moved to Paris. It was there that we saw each other. Oh, I wanted to run to him so badly, but I don’t know why I didn’t. There was a part of me that thought that he could’ve forgotten me, and I was scared, so I ran away. He was the only one who reminded me so much of home, did you know his name used to be Amadeo? -chuckles-

Reuniting can be overwhelming, especially when one has not seen the other for so long.  However, I feel that the people who have been with us since the beginning are the hardest to forget.  Just as you could not forget Armand, it would be impossible for him to forget you either, no matter how many centuries pass.  Time moves so swiftly for us and yet our memories remain so sharp…  It can be both a blessing and a curse, I imagine.

Armadeo.  Strangely, that isn’t surprising.  What prompted him to change it, I wonder?

True. He was taken by a group of Satan worshippers and tortured until he was forced to accept their ways. Amadeo wasn’t a fitting name for the new leader of a coven that worshipped Satan, as it contained “Deo” or God in it. It was then changed to Armand. Sometimes, I almost catch myself calling him Amadeo. -chuckles-

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