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He wasn’t big on it, but this was their second Holiday together and December first had finally rang around. A smile was on his lips, hanging up the last strand of lights to the house. He’d been at it all day and it was finally finished. Even if there was no snow upon the New Orleans ground, it was festive enough.
A squeal and banging of tiny fists on the window caught his attention. Toulouse smiled at Tristan, their son sitting in the large bay window at the front of the house, he wrinkled his nose at him and came down off of the ladder. “Hey you-!” He shouted from outside. Dusting off his hands, he’d leave the ladder for Jasper to put away later and made to head inside.
Of course Tristan had scampered off towards the front door when he heard Toulouse heading in. The tot babbling about and mimicking words he remembered. Tou slipped out of his boots and swept Tristan up in his arms, peppering chubby cheeks in kisses. “Let’s go find your Daddy, hm? I’m thinking chocolat chaud~” Tristan knew that word enough that it meant chocolate and he squealed highly in Tou’s ear, earning a wince from the witch. “Jasper~!”
This was probably the first time in decades that the vampire’s home would join in the holiday festivities, usually he was the scrooge of the block or at least that’s what he supposed the neighbors thought considering his house always remained a shadow amongst their lit houses. It was nice though for them to celebrate where he grew up but really, it wasn’t the celebrations he was looking forward to but spending this time with his loves.
Humming along to the music that filled his house, he made his way out of the attic and back to the living room carrying a stack of boxes with more of the ornaments and decorations Tou had brought from their home in France. He wasn’t sure where they would all go but he was sure Tou would find a space for them somewhere. “Oui~!” He called back, stepping into the living room finally before he set the boxes down. He straightened up and turned to see Tristan clapping tiny hands, still squealing in excitement.
"And what has you so chipper hm?" Jasper moved closer, laughing when Tristan mimicked Tou and repeated ‘choco’ over and over again before letting out another squeal that had Jasper wincing this time.
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Based on Sheridan Le Fanu’s novel In a Glass Darkly and shot in France using real locations, Danish director Carl Theodor Dreyer’s Vampyr (1932) is one of the first psychological horror films.
The lord’s chin lifted in such a way that might have made him look as if he was making some deeper considerations, but alack… though his brows had furrowed and for a moment his eyes remained hooded. He sighed a pleasant, almost dulcet gust and his gaze met him in intervals from along the sinewed straits of his legs that lingered just beyond that tedious envelope of cloth, hovering over his torso with that look that strayed so far from decency and hellbound and eyes alight with the flicker of a ravening. He tossed his cigarette to the ground and snuffed it beneath his boot, locking his eyes with the gorgeous sybarite, turning on his feet, the stamp of his cane hitting the marble as he met the man at a half-circle in his tread. “Another…” he nodded, placing a face to the nameless ally “how you intrigue me, if nothing else." Byron stepped forward yet again and shared a sidelong smirk. He was of course more than flattered and twice the exhilarated. There was no amount of surprise only — satisfaction in validation. His fingers thrummed against his thigh and his leer sharpened, “To your desires then, and that of his,” — his eyes went heady with promise, his proximity becoming less so modest by the second — “That is, if your patience oppresses this great eagerness to bear yet another day…” He teased without teasing, far too near to dull the hunger that swam up his thighs and met the medial with no impediment made of his own.
He could have laughed out loud at that. Only the slimmest strip of patience stood between the two, a strip that would only last as long as the trip back to his home. Deep in his throat a snicker rumbled and it was Jasper who took a step forward that moment. Eyes a piercing blue met Bryon’s with equal promise, the shade deepening as arousal(swelled by Byron’s own) swam up his own thighs. He reached out, cool fingers hovering over the curve of his jaw, warmth rousing the already eager to touch nerves of his palm and he smirked. “Even I would be foolish to test such patience Byron—but yes, to our desires…” A deep inhalation filled the vampire’s nostrils with that heady scent, his mind clouded and hooded his eyes before cool met warmth in a gentle touch that traversed the contour of his cheek only to curl back behind his ear, cupping firmly at the base of his skull. In a bold move he tugged him forward. Parted lips drew to his, brushing the enticement of more promise along them while his lascivious gaze poured over him. “Mmm.. and to yours.” He granted lips mild relief, allaying the desire to taste as he captured Byron’s with his own. His head tilted and he part them further, feeling the swell of the poet’s lower lip slide between his own before he pressed his lips together. Another beat passed and with a reluctant though satisfied groan he pulled away. “Come—” Impatience rendered his voice gruff as he spoke. “More awaits.”