What alternative was there? Should I have dragged him around Europe with us in the search for Marius and for the answers that I did not have? What about when Gabrielle finally left and I lost all hope? Would he have gone to ground with me? Would he have been careful in his feeding habits when unleashed and roaming the countryside? And when I was rescued by Marius….when I finally looked upon Akasha’s face, would he have stood by my side?
I think not. It was he that returned to Renaud’s and it was he that formed The Theater of the Vampires! He hated the sight of me and I him but for different reasons….I hadn’t perished, the light never left me despite my descent into darkness! And he was a madman….half broken creature of dark genius! Would he have been happy to leave Paris? To stare at my face every evening and leave his music behind?
You know the answer if you are reading. Why ask me the questions to which you already know the answers? Are you attempting to demonize and damn me once more? Are you attempting to point out my mistakes when they parade themselves before me again on a nightly basis?
I have laid it bare at your feet and my sins are available at any time for you to browse and review over and over if you like. I am done with them, a tired tune indeed! Ask me no more!
I will find a way to give Nicolas purpose again but I realize that together, we do nothing but poison the well over and over until neither of us can drink.
I usually order americanos, because I like the strong scent of coffee. I can’t taste it ever again but the aroma is enough to bring back memories. Armand will order anything in a hot cup, so people can’t see how much he hasn’t drunk while we sit there for hours playing card games or watching people walk by. Sometimes he orders their weirder concoctions just to poke at them and see what they look and smell like. Last time we were there, he ordered peppermint mochca.
He also insists on doing the ordering after the time I told them his name was Lestat and a goth guy said, “Little short for the vampire Lestat, aren’t you?” I think he was flirting but Armand nearly threw the coffee in his face.
// Where do I even begin? Let’s start like this. I played Nicolas on another platform and some kind soul linked me to a drabble on tumblr, written by @a-misunderstanding-my-love, because it reminded them of my Nicolas. I agreed and proceeded to quite literally read through the entire journal.
Through that process I found out that this amazing Nicolas writer also played Gabrielle – be still my heart – and then of course a perfect iteration of the one and only Brat Prince. I also discovered some of the other great writers that way and I finally decided that, yeah, this might make it worth giving tumblr RP a try. So I messaged her and asked if she’d be interested in playing with me and she was even so kind as to help me get started by explaining what to do and showing me the ropes a little.
Then the fun really started. But yes, what to say about her? I don’t know her that long yet, but already it feels weird if we don’t at least talk for a bit every day. She’s helped make me feel welcome from the time on when I was just someone who was a great fan of her writing and desperate to interact and now we get to have fun in various threads and just by talking to each other.
That she’s a talented writer is an understatement. Obviously her writing was enough to make me want to brave tumblr, so that should speak for itself. She always manages to make me laugh or want to cry or even make me angry – at her character for the flaws she portrays so well – often all of that within just a few lines. She knows so much about canon and fandom, she’s witty and sarcastic and sweet, fascinating and experienced and always a joy to talk to. I admire her deeply and I’m pleased to no end that I actually get to write with her.
A cranky bitch, a seductive queen and a great friend, all in one person. ❤
It took a little getting used to, but human beings have always been adaptable, and becoming a vampire didn’t change that. I don’t have memories of cutting my lips or doing any significant damage, but I do remember dealing with the sensation of longer teeth. It was definitely an adjustment, though not so big of one as worth mentioning.
Every vampire’s fangs are different. I’ve never mentioned that, have I? Some of us have two, some four, some six. By this I am speaking of teeth along the top of your mouth, not the bottom–Louis and I have joked before during discussions that perhaps the number of fangs have something to do with the appetite, but in reality I’ve no idea what the deciding factor is.
I have primaries, secondaries, and tertiaries, as did Claudia, though Louis only has primaries and secondaries. Gabrielle is the same as Louis–four fangs.
My maker had primaries only–I do remember that.
Honestly, someone ought to do a scientific study of all one day. I’m sure the Talamasca has all sorts of interesting information regarding it buried away somewhere.
“I admit there were some mean replies sitting on the tip of my tongue… but I promised Marius I would be good, so: do they? I can’t recall any description of me that includes the words ‘more beautiful than’ (there was the sentence ‘pretty as a girl’ for which somebody got rightfully punched). This question sounds like a petulant child’s, so I’m guessing Rose? On another note: my beauty has to compensate for my character. Why do you think I’m literally getting away with murder? I’m most certainly glad my sadism doesn’t show. So maybe the ‘innocence’ so many seem to see in my face (let’s be honest: I had 5 centuries to perfect that look) is enhanced when they notice what horrors I’m capable of? They see me and they think of a young boy, because my age doesn’t show and then they witness me being cruel and the shock of the discovery makes them wonder how my features don’t reflect it because people still link ‘evil’ to ‘ugly’ (at least now they don’t burn you on the stake for looking like a hag), so the discrepancy enhances certain perceptions? That was a little philosophical, so let’s get to the ‘being nice’ part. I can feel Marius looking at me… Have you considered that each of us might simply possess their own kind of beauty? Personal preference exists and sometimes has little to do with age or being pretty. However- I advice you to ditch the person that told you to your face they find another more pretty than you are, since it was either them telling you they’re not interested or them being plainly mean. Unhealthy for your self-esteem in both cases, I’d say. If you ended up with that conclusion by yourself you should ask yourself why it is so important to you what others think of you.”
12. Describe 5 unusual characteristics your muse has:
I’d say my eyes are first….a winter grey, yet often mistaken or considered blue, violet. They absorb the hues easily and they are eerily bright. More predatory than human, they also glow red in the flash of a camera or under infrared light. It’s why I wear shades.
Secondly, my hands and nails….they’re decidedly feminine and each finger is tipped with a glassy razor that is harder and brighter than a diamond. Even if I smudge them with ashes, they are difficult not to notice.
Thirdly, my teeth….the fangs are perfection but some of my teeth are a bit crooked. Unfortunately, dental care wasn’t the same in my mortal youth and orthodontics weren’t available to me. I also have a bit of a crooked smile.
Fourth, no matter how much I attempt it, I cannot seem to completely obliterate my accent unless I am acting or replacing it with received pronunciation. It’s the oddest thing…..
Fifth, I write with ellipses. Personal trademark.
15. Can they multi-task or must they focus on one subject at a time?
I can multi-task better than most….though I do my mental and physical limits. I’ve tested it. However, I have a fondness for focus on one task. I admire that sort of mental channeling…it often produces quality results instead of quantity in the mediocre.
21. If your character had one thing to say to their parents before they died, what would it be?
I still talk to my mother when she graces me with her presence. I have the distinct advantage of knowing that she will always be here and that gives me comfort. To my father….well, I suppose I should have been easier on him in his final years and after I was turned. I rescued him from falling prey to the guillotine but I would like to tell him in genuine fashion, that I forgive him for everything I suffered in my mortality.
Armand is great to have on my team when we’re playing team games: pictionary, Cranium, games like that. But when it comes to games with bankers or score keepers, he’s been known to cheat. Also, he and Lestat are impossible when they’re playing against each other.
Lestat likes to win, and when he’s not winning, he likes to argue the rules and twist them into something that might benefit him.
Louis is just unbeatable about poker. That’s his super power. He’s also damn good at Scrabble. So is David Talbot.
Marius is great at board games and strategy games, but not so much with video games. He just slams his buttons around. Even if it’s not a fighting game. Even in Mario Party. Marius is also not awesome at pictionary, which is ironic, I know.
Sybelle hums a lot. A lot. No matter the game, no matter whose turn. It’s either an unconscious tick or a genius strategy to drive everyone else up the wall. If so, it works.
Gabrielle tries to take prisoners. Even in Monopoly. Even in Ticket to Ride. She actually hijacked my train route from Little Rock to New Orleans once, claiming that she was “robbing” the train and stealing the route. Yeah. She doesn’t fuck around.
1. His intelligence. The way he is never content unless he has figured something out or discussed it from every aspect matches my own, and although we may both occasionally annoy each other, I would not be without our discussions for the world. Daniel has a fierce curiosity and a razor sharp wit, as well as a surprisingly large repertoire of literary and other references, which includes classical works as well as the twentieth and twentyfirst centuries. He is always able to take me off guard.
2. His fearlessness and his seemingly effortless ability to face the world head on. Though never cruel, he pulls no punches, either with himself or with others, and is not prone to the self deceptions or elaborate rationalisations which so many of our kind seem to have espoused. This more than anything gives me confidence in his ability to withstand the passing of the years without breaking under their burden.
3. His strange but indomitable sense of humour. Daniel can find something to laugh at in the very worst of situations, and even the smallest of everyday actions may be imbued with a strange kind of wit. I hope it may make his immortality easier to bear, as merely being in his company has made mine.
4. His beauty.
5. His ability to love me. As much as I’ve chided him for his morbid romanticism, I must nevertheless be grateful for his decision to run towards the monster, as it were, rather than away from it. Had he chosen otherwise, I would doubtless have remained as I was – unknown, unloved, unloveable, a drifting revenant preying on humans but hidden from them, until eventually I ceased to desire life.
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