♛Well sometimes teachers do fail, it’s a sad fact of life.
We tried to find the very best for Claudia, but regardless of their ability to teach they had a shortened life expectancy, unfortunately for them. We ended up homeschooling her to a certain extent, and you have to ask yourself whether your parents are talented enough for that bc I CERTAINLY WAS.
♛I hope you take a different approach to things you’d rather not do now that you’re older. An art house! You were going to burn down art?! Or a performance space? Either way, terrible waste.
I still haven’t fire-broken Louis *ragged sigh* Don’t learn from his example.
♠(Louis) When one side has finally won you over, yes, the criticism of their prize begins, and then another fight, and so on, for eternity. *sigh*
[^X louis doll is mine by @miyucchichan]
♛Don’t take this the wrong way, ma petite, but do not believe everything you read. I did a little research on this myself and found that the article circulating that the Great Reef is dead is not true. [X]
*sighs* I don’t know what to tell you about the fact that so many natural wonders have been pillaged and destroyed by mankind over the centuries I’ve been around. They will continue to do it. It’s deplorable.
How do we choose which to preserve? Should we try at all?
Some of it is even government-sanctioned!
It’s a question we all must face individually.
I hold charity balls often, it’s a win-win situation for me, because it’s an excellent excuse to dress Louis up, and the proceeds go towards a cause we choose together. You might try something similar, use your powers to bewitch those in control to be more conscious of the environment we all share.
♛I’ve picked up stray hybrids and vampires like you before and tried to adopt them, Louis never lets me keep them, so I refuse to get attached to you! *huffs*
♛I receive those all the time. I’m always pleased! You’ll get accustomed to it. If this person is serious about it, they will reveal themselves.
♛ Yes, do confess your secrets to me, ma petite. It would bring my heart so much pleasure as well, why not pleasure each other?
♠Oh, but he does go along with my “escapades.” Quite often. His ghostwriter just doesn’t write about it in his books. Few realize that ours is not the one-sided relationship it may appear to be on the surface.
♛*Lestat stops in his tracks* “What an unpleasant surprise. You’re far too early for Halloween, petit fantôme.” *He continues on.*
♠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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