Rating: Mature; suggestive blood drinking. Words: 3413 Pairing: Lestat/Louis Summary: Bday BDSM, post-Merrick. Supplemental Material: Title is from World Coming Down by Type O Negative. Also worth mentioning that I was listening to the Only Lovers Left Alive soundtrackfor most of this process for MOOD. Notes: A day late because I had an idea for a quickie bday drabble and YALL KNOW ME, WHOOPS, GOT OUT OF CONTROL. This isn’t my usual ship so I feel a little lost and confused right now but I hope you enjoy. 🙂
-If Claudia read this…
A collage inspired in this great fanfic.
❝ And instead of words, he conjures the answer in his blood… ❞
“Don’t do this, they’re innocent. Don’t kill them. Don’t.” No matter how loud I cried out I could hear the dying cries of the boys who burned, Amadeo, save us, whether there were words to the final terror or no. Finally all the living took up this chant. “Amadeo, save us!” but their band was not halved and soon only a fourth remained, squirming and struggling, as they were finally heaved up to the unspeakable death. […] I called their names. At the top of my lungs, I called out: “In Heaven, my brothers, in Heaven, you go into the arms of God!” – tVA p.273
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