gorgeous-fiend: #Lestat and Louis
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Louis is threatening to leave me on account of a feline.
Just when I thought he could sink no lower.
Note: don’t talk shit about Louis’s cat.
Endure, endure, and endure still.
And when you cannot endure, you can.
You fight, damn you.
You thrash and kick and rage and kill.
Endure because there is nothing else to do
and death is boring.
There are some mortals I look at who will never meet their full potential because they are either too afraid or too lazy. There is a deep unrest in these people- they hate themselves. I see them everywhere: walking past my house, in the streets, in libraries, in malls, on trains. Their self-loathing, perhaps it is even subconscious- permeates the space they take up and keeps them stagnate like an old rank pond.
I want to shake them, to scream at them, “Stop wasting your life before a fiend like me comes along and snatches it away! There is so much passion bottled inside you, must I tap into it, pour myself a glass of your very life and hold it in front of your eyes before I swallow it down? Will you get how important you are then?” And perhaps they would, but by that time it would be too late.
“TL;DR” shut up it’s only 2 paras, ^READTHIS thankyoubye.
ooc; Also Bad Dream because again, I love the pain of Louis/Lestat angst
Master Drabble List
- Bad Dream:I’ll write my character having a nightmare about yours, or vice versa.
For the past several nights I have been having the most vivid nightmares. In the dreams I am mortal again in David’s body- or Raglan’s body, I suppose- and I am running down a great corridor. At the very end there is a grand oak door which I cannot open because my mortal limbs are too weak, but after several moments of shoving the door finally gives way! Louis is on the other side- it’s he who has opened it. He is dressed in the finest formal attire- fitted blazer, fine silk tie, and shiny gold cufflinks pinning his shirtsleeves. His hair is gathered back the way I like it at the base of his neck. Beyond him there is a luminous ballroom filled with our immortal friends and acquaintances: Armand, Gabrielle, Marius, Pandora, Maharet, even Santino and Eric are there. Every single one of them and they halt in their dancing and there is a deafening silence as they stare at me for a short eternity. And then they laugh uncontrollably, pointing fingers at me, at my predicament. I have been kicked out of their exclusive club.
It’s by this time I search wildly for Louis again- you know how dreams are, easy to lose track of people. I find him on Armand’s arm guffawing pitilessly, and the wickedest, most self-satisfied glint in the little imp’s eyes. I am outraged and embarrassed. I storm up to Louis and I grab hold of his well-pressed lapels and shake him. I order him to put a stop to this nonsense, to turn me back already. Let me back in your club.
Then something sharp in my lower back. I twist and see a second Louis, a crueler Louis, has driven a knife straight into me. With his mean lips he kisses me coldly before pulling the blade out. I fall, bleed out, and die right there on the ball room floor with peels of laughter echoing around me.
My dream life has never been very subtle.
i am a huuuge fan of your Louis! question: how much do you plot out with the other muns for the long prose threads like “to Suffer Together” ? Like, do you agree on the action and dialogue first before drafting, and/or send eachother a draft of your response before posting?
ooc; Thank you so much! I can’t speak for everyone of course, but for myself, no, that much plotting doesn’t usually go into it. With that thread with primusdux, we’d just decided to do a catatonic-post-Memnoch thread and go from there. Some threads are even more spontaneous, ie the mortal!Louis thread I have going with gorgeous-fiend, which we didn’t plot out in general and just happened.
Every now and then a thread will come up where further plot is discussed prior to it happening (generally with a character that’s obviously much stronger than Louis and might bring him harm; which I generally give the other RPer permission to do whatever because I love torturing characters I love), but I tend to usually just go with the flow. I’ve not sent my replies to people prior to posting them and haven’t honestly had anyone do that to me either.
imagine reading a book of all the lies you’ve told
I have read a book of all the lies others have told.
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Re-enactment w/ cats. [cat gif]
This is how I remember it.
^ this is why I love Lestat
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