a-misunderstanding-my-love:

Betrayal and distrust. 

Go fuck yourself, Lestat. 

♛Ooooh burn. You know, for Louis v. 1.0, you lacked his penchant for literally setting me on fire, but you always knew how to do it figuratively.

It might have smelled like that after I was forcibly kidnapped from it. I was always the one who brought flowers in and swept up. It must have smelled awful without me, your doting maid.