Yes, I’m an acquired taste…but, you’re never going to forget how I smoothly pass your lips and dwell within your palette with a dark sweetness you crave over and over.
You choose to ignore any complaints from said fledglings.
You do not listen to opinions other than your own.
You’ve let your fear of solitude push said fledglings away.
You did not give David a choice as to of whether he would become your fledgling or not.
When you have a crisis, you simply leave.
Rather than ever answer my questions personally, you publish the answers in books for the whole world.
You flaunt your many relationships in said books.
You are clingy.
You are possessive.
You are foolish.
You become enraged at unfounded and hypocritical notions.
Your dog makes messes.
You have little thought to any of your actions.
You have no concept of thinking before acting.
You never keep in touch.
You make me worry.
You leave me wondering if you have lost your mind or perished somewhere.
I learn via the publishing of novels that you are not, in fact, dead, but then I truly fear for your sanity when you write of “the miracle of ice cubes.”
I have this headcanon where the guys are so fucking bored and Lesty somehow manages to convince them to do a remake of The Road to El Dorado, where he is Miguel because he’s stupid and wants to go on “adventures” and have fun and is constantly fucking up and Louis is Tulio because he has to put up with his partner’s crap and stop him from fucking killing everybody or dying, Armand would be Tzekel-Kan because SACRIFICES AND KILLING PEOPLE AND FUCKING SHIT UP and Marius could be Chief Tanabok because he’s all wisey and friendly and shit and Gabrielle could be Chel because why the fuck not.Sorry, I just needed to get this off my chest. Also, sorry for my bad english ^^;;
Lestat: Let’s Do the Thing!
Louis: Should NOT have let him talk me into Doing the Thing fml
