FILED AS: #lestat likes this #lestat is all #omg I am so proud of you #even tho u are slamming me into a tree #look at you finally testing your strength!! #my son #my husband #ily SO MUCH #imma tap your beautiful head to show you how proud I am of you
This year, however, Lestat and Louis failed to leave on time to meet up w/ the coven in Florida and they landed on a beach in Delaware, made passionate love under the boardwalk as fireworks went off. After that they walked up to the water’s edge, wrapped up together in a big cheap beach towel they’d found under the boardwalk bc their clothes were bloody and shredded to bits! No surprise there.
They watched the kids darting around and Louis was, as always, intrigued by the sparklers waving swoops and shapes of fractured light. One little girl approached them to compliment their Frozen towel and handed Louis a sparkler. He was very touched and forgot all about the gritty sand sticking to the blood across his chest and backside (under the towel, fortunately!).
Lestat watched the light of the sparkler reflected in Louis’ eyes, and for a moment, it was as if they were both just mortal boys, delighted by and in awe of this simple magic as Louis drew heart shapes, circles, and infinity loops against the darkness.
I love this outfit, but his expression seems SUPER exacerbated. “Ugh, why am I a flower knight. Mom? Mooom? Why did I have to be a flower knight?”
SWAG
“Hey, why am I Mr. Pink?
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Why can’t we pick our own colors?
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Mr. Pink sounds like Mr. Pussy. How ‘bout if I’m Mr. Purple? That sounds good to me. I’ll be Mr. Purple.
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look, if it’s no big deal to be Mr. Pink, you wanna trade?
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fucking forget about it. It’s beneath me. I’m Mr. Pink. Let’s move on.”
I-want-my-IWTV 