I’ll be away for a long wknd in New Orleans, first real visit! I’ll probably still be reblogging until my damn flight but whatev…
So in my absence, browse my fanart collection, bc damn, I have collected some GREAT VC fanart. Also my memeythings. I have lots of old ones that are worth digging up 😉
I was in NOLA once before, when I was 15 and my family was considering moving there, so I didn’t get to do much. It was before Katrina hit. Vague memories of the gorgeous townhouses that looked like little jewelry boxes along St. Charles, and the houses we considered living in were in Metairie. They were high-ceilinged, very romantic, with beds so big they had little step stools. Oddly, the master bedrooms tended to be on the 1st floor just off the main entrance, but the kids’ quarters were on the second floor. Hmmm.
“Where’s the black cape and ‘finely tailored’ black coat and the silk tie and all that foolishness?” I asked. Eyes locked on each other. Then he broke the stillness and laughed without making a sound. But he went on studying me with a rapt expression that gave me a secret joy. And with the boldness of a child, he reached out and ran his fingers down the lapel of my gray velvet coat. ”Can’t always be the living legend,” he said. The voice was like a whisper that wasn’t a whisper. And I could hear his French accent so clearly, though I had never been able to hear my own.