♛I meant that in the figurative sense but of course someone had to go and take it literally. *growls* Just because the first vampiric monarchy found themselves imprisoned, forced to share, doesn’t mean I’ll meet the same fate.
If anyone calls me “the Fount” or any repugnant variation of such, they’ll find themselves facing the business end of Louis’ scythe. Fair warning.
Well GET CRACKALACKIN’ AND #READ THE BOOK! A lot of answers will be funnier on this blog when you know more canon.
Fair warning, Lestat did not enjoy the book. He really didn’t. But there was quite a bit in the book that didn’t make it into the movie, and several things had to be changed, so it really behooves you to #read the book.
#VC Free Advertising: BTW this is a new tag, in which I will tag posts like this, which I can use to defend myself from copyright infringement claims, bc this blog is actually free advertising for the VC, rather than being detrimental to sales of the books, I’m actually making free advertising for them ;D
So please tell me if you are buying or reading the books because of my blog, it would be a big help to know *u*
♛You might not ever find love. Or it may be right around the corner. Who can tell?
Let go of any feelings of inadequacy for this, if you feel it. Too many people think of life as a series of required chapters or items on a checklist that must be accomplished, and therefore, the failure to achieve them implies a failure in you.
Absolutely not so. “Failure.” “Success.” Let go of these idiotic societal concepts. It’s far worse to settle for having someone in your life who goes through the motions of loving you, but doesn’t. Someone you don’t love. Someone you project your fantasies onto. Someone you want so badly to love you the way you need to be loved. So many people fall into this trap; locked to someone they end up despising sooner or later.
All the loves of my life were found when I pushed past my comfort zone.* One thing is certain, love won’t find you if you close yourself off from the possibility and opportunity. I found Louis in pursuit of keeping my diet strictly evildoer, and there he was, too dignified to do it himself, throwing himself to the wolves in the hopes that they would slay him. Something led me there, among all the other dens of sin I might have gone to that night. Did fate lead me to him? I like to think so.
*Not that I have much of a comfort zone to begin with *shrugs*
But here’s the biggest mistake about finding love: Don’t look for your “other half.” Don’t look for someone to “complete” you. I know that there are codependent people out there in this world who find each other and they do consider what they have to be love (I even tried such myself), and I can’t really fault them if it works for them, but in my experience, that’s a kind of infatuation. To expect someone to complete you is almost to build in disappointment because only you can truly complete you.
The best relationships I’ve had were/are unions of equals. Where each person is whole. Where they have complimentary talents, skills, temperaments. Where they support each other vigorously. Where they push each other, gently, to be better. You have something in you to give. You may not have discovered it yet. Perhaps someone will help draw it out of you.
Even then, lovers may not last forever. Don’t expect someone to stay with you just because you both fell in love with each other once. People change. I have had intense relationships that felt like they would last forever and in fact ended horrendously. I took the pleasure with the pain. I wish I had reconciled with some of my exes better than I did, but I’ve learned from every breakup, I don’t dwell on the past in frustration, instead, I try to take the mistakes constructively. (Okay admittedly I do still beat myself up over certain failures, still. I’m the best at beating myself up. Why let an amateur do it when I can enjoy punishment from a professional? *weary sigh*)
You are whole as you are. Look at your triumphs in this life, look how far you’ve come. Look where you want to go, what you want to do. Give yourself some love.
And then love may just find you.
♛ What have I not confessed to you in 10 novels*?! Ye gods, you people want my blood, don’t you?
Alright I’m being a little melodramatic. What kind of confession do you want? I’ll consider it.
*We don’t count Louis’ novel bc it was Louis’ novel, regardless that we shared the same ghostwriter.
♛I already am. Did you catch me in the Fall ‘13 Dolce & Gabbana show?
Can’t do it too often, though, or they’d catch on that I don’t age. So I drop in for a show or two, and then come back under a different name.
Also, it can get tiresome, all those male models throwing themselves at my feet. *sigh*
♛This is a true confession, in the sense of a longing to reveal it to the one you care about. Strange, isn’t it, that there are different kinds of love, and that we can feel it for our friends as intensely as for our lovers?
Best friends are family members who we choose, and want to keep in our lives. It seems that fate brings them to us just when we need them. You look over at them from across the couch and think, “How did I get to be so lucky to end up with this incredible creature by my side?!” The same can be said for lovers.
If you really do have these feelings for your best friend, the feelings may be mutual. They may not. Is it worth risking losing the friendship over? That’s a question you have to ask yourself. No one can advise you.
Some of the strongest loving relationships have foundations in trusting, close friendships. Certainly Nicki and I had that. I’ll forever mourn the loss of “our conversation,” which later involved communicating in an entirely new way. There are certain… things… we did together that I’ve done with no one else since, and never will. One might say he was the first person who ever really listened to me, and wanted to share with me in return. Through getting to know each other, we were drawn closer and closer… he was the first person to be curious about and love what was inside of me, on a long-term basis. I thought I knew what was inside of him, and I loved what I found there. Intimacy followed naturally.
In contrast, Louis and I had precious little time in the beginning. He would have died if I had waited even one more night. I thought we might be immediately bonded with the Dark Gift. The shock of it and his nature was, unexpectedly, a huge obstacle for him, and those first few years, what really held us together was our lingering – and mostly restrained – desire for the each other. We struggled through and became friends slowly. Then best friends. Then lovers.
We defy titles. Definitely not two halves of one whole, although I do like to refer to him publicly as “my better half” occasionally, just to tease him *smirks*
Maybe that’s the point I’m trying to make. Do you and your friend seek to draw closer to the inner core of each other? You may need to wait for a sign that they want that, too.
Well you’ve left me a convenient little loophole in your misspelling! Who is this “Luis?” I don’t know him, hopefully he’s an evildoer… bc I have to throw one of them under the bus.
Kill: Luis! Bc you misspelled his name I can pretend it’s someone else entirely bwahahahaa…. (If this were our actual beloved Louis, perfect-cinnamon-roll-too-good-for-this-world, I don’t think I could kill him, I doubt Lestat would want to fuck OR marry me after doing that. If you really insist it’s OUR LOUIS, I’ll have to revise all my answers.)
Fuck: Lestat, bc of reasons, no, really, bc he must be super talented in the bedroom (or the kitchen, or the alleyway, or the floor, wherever there’s a good solid surface really). I probably couldn’t keep up the kind of energy requirement he would need tho. He’s studied the Kama Sutra. He’d probably end up killing me… exhaustion-related death… Death by ecstasy? The French call the orgasm ‘La petite mort”; “the Little Death.” I imagine this would be like the Big Death *swoons*
Marry: Gabrielle. Honestly she seems like a good roommate (when she is around), we’d probably share similar taste in literature and such, she’s taller than me but we might be able to share some wardrobe staples. I like that it could sometimes be a long-distance marriage, she can go off exploring and I’ll hold down the fort. I’m sure the marriage would be an open one, platonic between us since I am a straight gal, and considering I’d fucked her son. She doesn’t want his leftovers 😛 even as excellent as this leftover would be if this leftover survived it ;D
♛Hindsight is 20/20, or so they say. The feeling is mutual, Nicki. Don’t you have a house to go haunt? Rattle your chains elsewhere.
♛ And you will forever by my loyal dark gray subject? Hmmmm? Yes, good arrangement. Don’t forget that I fell into this title, alright, it was assigned to me, I exhausted myself trying to shirk it, but it’s really easier to just accept the damned title than try to resist it. It doesn’t hurt that I look good with a crown.
♛ I’m going to cry over your crying, we’re going to cause a damn flood with all these tears! Am I getting too soft in my old age? Or actually getting wiser?
Unlike you, I will actually ruin my clothes if I cry on them, I have to go change into Crying Time Clothes… Then Louis will start asking why I’m crying and it all gets very involved and emotional. And possibly physically messy.
Wait, maybe I DO want that… Can’t play that card too often or he’ll catch on to it.
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