*sympathy lip press @ lestat*
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I am not amused.

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In theory, yes, I suppose we can get tattoos. Granted, it would be a great deal tougher on the artist considering how hard they would have to press just to break our skin. Depending on how old the immortal is, it may not work at all. Ultimately, however, the ink would be rejected by our bodies, and by morning the tattoo would be gone entirely.
—A handwritten note in lovely script left where it can easily be found—
A long time ago— two hundred forty eight years, I’d say,
A certain someone was given life on this day.
Then twenty-five years, and I gave you another,
And since you have become my
reluctantlover.And though you have scorned me and though we have fought,
By morning you always were the love that I sought.
How often I describe you— ravishing? Lethal? Melancholy?
All vain attempts at what cannot be said— such is my folly!
And it may seem banal the way that this rhymes,
But I haven’t touched poetry in such a long time.
I am hardly a poet, as you love to remind me,
Nothing like Keats, I’d be murdered by Bukowski.
But hey, at least I sound better than Santi!So just take this for what it is: a sign of my affection,
And forgive me already! Now, let’s make a connection. 😉
My father and I…clashed from a very early age. He was always tougher on me than the rest of my brothers, always expected more yet was never satisfied. I can’t fathom what I could have done to upset him so. My only crime seemed to be that I existed.
I don’t know if he loved me. I think not. He apologized in his dying moments for snatching me out of the monastery and burning my books, begging my forgiveness, but I think perhaps he was more concerned with his immortal soul than my peace of mind.
It’s difficult to say, before I was made a vampire I did not find myself in the company of many corpses. From the accounts of the others it seems to be an ingrained aversion inherent in all humans that only strengthens with the blood. Because let me ask you this— does anybody particularly like corpses?
“Does anybody particularly like corpses?”

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01. Things That Should Have Happened in VC:
Magnus: btw there is a crazy coven of satanic vampires in this same city and they will probably try to kill you.
It certainly would have made things much smoother for me and mine.
Hm, but Magnus was certainly a big purveyor of “learn by experience,” wasn’t he?
“I’m getting into the coffin and you will lie down on top of me if you know what’s good for you.” Now, I’m quoting directly from Louis’ insipid novel in which he provides the barest skeleton of how this scene actually played out. It was really quite romantic on my part, while he on the other hand was being a prissy baby.
I dislike how dismissive he is. He is fully aware of the power of his words and how easily he can slice through me with either his voice or his silence and he uses it wantonly. He is cruel and, at times, utterly passionless.
At the same time, I love his sharpened jaw and how it clenches when he’s angry or biting back a laugh. I love the seductiveness in his smallest gestures— a lifted hand, a tilt of his head, legs crossing. His wit continues to leave me speechless even after so long knowing him; I never tire of hearing his voice, or his thoughts on things, though I might seem impatient or mocking. I love when he reads out loud to me. I love his spirit, morose as i can be— I’m afraid this is becoming rather sickly sweet, so I’ll end it here.
//BB, IMMA CRY! Just let me love you forever and always. Thank you so, so much. You will never drive me crazy, writing with you is always such an immense joy, whether it’s Nicki or Gabrielle, I always know it’s gonna be a good
incredibly painful most of the time, actuallytime :))

…to both y’all ♥u♥
There is no definitive answer to what you are asking. With Nicolas it had been this intense love that came about very quickly and rather out of the blue, now that I think about it. We were different, but the same, or so it felt at the time. I suppose I loved him for his spirit which was so like mine, crying out in rebellion.
With Louis…it was also very intense and rather out of the blue. You would not be wrong in saying I chose him largely because he reminded me of Nicolas, but he proved to be so much more than simply a shadow of a past love. Their looks and their penchant cynicism is where their similarities end. To say that he is better than Nicolas? Well. I’ve been “with” Louis (on and off, of course) for the better of his immortal life .There is nothing I do not know about him. I was with Nicki for…almost two years, if memory serves? And at the end of that he proved to me that he was not, in fact, the person I had come to love. Of course, that did not make the loss of him any easier. As you can plainly read in my autobiography, I went to ground because of his
supposeddeath.Hmm, so let me just say that Louis is different from Nicolas in that he managed to seduce me in ways I never could have imagined. At the same time, however, he has also brutalized me in ways Nicki could have never hoped to. The thing is, Anon, I do not sit around comparing these two in my head. Perhaps in the beginning I did, but really at the very bottom of everything it is like trying to compare apples to oranges.