viaticumforthemarquise:

My birthday is November 28th. Very rarely have I had cause to celebrate this day, and most of the time it passes without my knowledge—though there are times when I find myself in a place in the world where Lestat’s text messages do reach me on this day, and then I am reminded.

There was one year where I happened (purely by accident on my part, though as much cannot be said for Lestat) to be visiting New Orleans on this date, and much to my chagrin, Lestat did insist on celebrating the anniversary of my birth. To be very honest, I remember little of the night itself, there being quite a few inebriated mortals involved. 

The greatest gift I ever received?

The Dark Gift.