♛I can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare… Either way you don’t wanna wake up from me… Oui, I shall raise a glass to you, anonyme.
♛A worthwhile use of your last conscious moments ce soir, mon trésor.
♛You are too kind, I’ll take it *smiles*
♛Merci, I hope I have a fantastic night as well, ma petite~
♠(Louis) Party? Non. Secret? Oui. Do I love him? Most of the time.
♛Merci, anonyme. I will take that as a serious invitation. I do have some Italian in me from my mother’s side, and it’s been far too long since my last visit there, must sample the current cuisine *grins*
… of course I’ll drag Louis kicking and screaming if I have to… As long as he’s with me, I’m home wherever I am.
♛Now that’s more like it! Merci beaucoup. Wearing the party crown tonight. For every troll (was that Armand?!) there are many, MANY, more who share your opinion, knowing there’s a chorus of you out there sending me these lovely words warms my undead little heart more than you can imagine *kisses*
Happy birthday to my dearest Louis♥ and his creator Anne Rice as well. (Excuse me for such a quick sketch, apparently I can’t draw anymore so I started 3 different ones… I was supposed to study and read instead…upps..)
Here was the Facebook Live video Anne Rice had posted on her page, what a beautiful cake!
Happy birthday, Anne Rice, the creator of our fandom, now 75 today, what a cool lady
@i-want-my-iwtv i think you’d like this-
Thank goodness they didn’t put 75 candles on that cake! and I assume w/ the chocolate icing that it isn’t red velvet cake but that’s ok not everyone demands RED VELVET EVERYTHING
Whatever your feelings are for our Mater Gloriosa, she gave birth to our fave characters and I, for one, will be forever grateful ❤
♠Merci, anonyme.
What I consider “special” might seem mundane to others. This year, I was grateful to have Lestat with me, as there were many years without him. Each year he asks me what I wish for, what physical objects he can give, places we might go. He wants to know if I want a coven gathering or to just keep to ourselves. I usually choose the latter, but I receive cards to our P.O. box from the coven from all over the world. How do they know it’s my birthday? I’ve never even met some of them.
Every year I’ve been able to do so, I tell him I’m content to just have him with me.
Despite my reticence to ask for anything, he always finds an object that has some meaning to me, perhaps an early edition of a favorite novel with the author’s notations, or he will make a “happening” in which we awaken to a string quartet playing works from one of my favorite composers in our candlelit courtyard. He won’t force me to dance; we curl up together in a rattan chaise, with pillows and plush blankets, to enjoy the music.
After that, he sometimes blindfolds me and we take flight to some other destination. This year, we went to Portland’s Rose Test Garden in Oregon. Roses of so many different colors and scents, some more like citrus, others more like honey… it was a truly unique experience.
We stayed there in the garden for two nights, where I expressed my appreciation to him. I won’t go into more detail on that. Some nights, we sleep in the dirt, as if we were a part of nature. Lestat gently excavated me on the second night, waking up with the film of good clean dirt was almost like a rebirth. Seeing his face with the backdrop of the starry night sky, his hands carefully wiping my face clean as he spoke gentle words to me, that was a special gift.
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