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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-want-my-IWTV 
Louis, stretched out on the sofa, hardly deigned to look up from his book. “Lestat, we are in the same house, twenty messages an hour of emoticons and ‘Say Yes to the Dress’ commentary hardly seems worth it.”
"Aha! So you have been getting my texts!” Lestat exclaimed. “And ignoring them, you cruel prick.” Then he gasped when he saw that the device in question was sitting right beside Louis’ elbow- in a sad state indeed. A spider web of cracks splayed across the screen. “What do you do- see that I’ve texted and just throw the phone across the room?”
"You know I do not.” The fact of the matter was Louis was just a god-awful texter. A message would chime into his phone and Louis would stop momentarily to read it, think “I’ll get to this later” and then carry on with whatever he was doing- utterly forgetting about the message for days sometimes. It was infuriating to all trying to get in contact with him. Funny that the person it seemed to affect the most was the very same person who could get a hold of him literally at any time of the night with a mere shout down the hall.
“I just bought this for you though!” Lestat snatched up the cracked android and held it in Louis’ face.
Louis swatted him away, “I’m more of an iphone user anyway.”
“Why- because Armand owns Apple now after Steve Jobs?” Lestat joked.
The wicked glint in Louis’ eyes from over the top of his book spoke volumes. And they say I’m a brat!
“Fine!” Lestat went for his coat. “I’ll go out and support your whore of a mistress’ growing empire. But you’re getting the pink one, and you won’t like it, Louis. You won’t like it at all!” Lestat slammed the door and Louis waited until the furious footsteps could no longer be heard on their cobblestone walkway before picking up his phone.
New Message To: Lestat
thanx luv you’re the best ❤