♛Do I enjoy Christmas at all, you know, my first reaction was Yes, of course, who wouldn’t?!
But, but… this holiday, like others, have been heavily commercialized. Some of the commercials are entertaining, admittedly, but advertisers are cramming it into our faces earlier and earlier on the calendar. It saps some of the real meaning out of it, which should be an appreciation for what we have and a hope for the new year to treat us well, too. Oh, and also, something about some religious figure’s birthday? Yeah, something about that kid born in a barn, too.
Who do I want to catch under the mistletoe? Aside from the usual suspect *cough* Louis *cough*, I hope I get David under there. I have spent too long without his touch, I know he holds back from physical affection when he visits so as not to offend Louis, but he should be aware by now that kissing is a greeting, like a handshake. It doesn’t have to lead any further. Although it cannnnn… And Louis is well aware that I… that my love is not a limited resource; spending it on David -or anyone else- does not mean less for Louis.
As for spending the holiday traditionally sedate or flashy ‘Hallmark’, every year is different. It depends on how well I’m getting along with my kin, how well they are getting along with each other, whether we can have a gathering and the traditional Ugly Sweater contest, so some years we have it very familial, lots of bells and whistles, less of Armand and I snapping at each other, but there are some years we choose to stay with our smaller coven units separately. Even if we’re getting along. Sometimes all you want is to curl up in front of the fire with the one person you love most for a good healing 7 hours or so. That’s the case this year.
One of my favorite Christmas parties was at Night Island, in which we invited a pack of fashionable white-collar evildoers, wined and dined them, and then on my signal (a ringing triangle!), we all pounced, devouring the feast together. What a fantastic mess! Blood spatter everywhere. It was deliciously gruesome, a blood fight is so much more sexual than a food fight. We were all wasted. Daniel passed out from the chemicals of his chosen victims.
Likes/dislikes about Christmas
So many things, but I’ll keep this short for the sake of my -and your- mental health.
A few things I enjoy about Christmas:
Wearing a red velvet Santa suit. Mine’s stylish, no fake belly + beard combo.
Flirting with the shop people when buying gifts for others. Sometimes while wearing the suit *smirks*
A few things I do not enjoy about Christmas:
Honestly I’m tired of buying old books for Louis. We have too many as it is. At this point I think he asks for them to annoy me.
Once is fine, but certain Christmas music on repeat is really detestable. Malls during the holidays are not a happy place for me for this reason.
On that note, I also despise all Christmas music sung by the Chipmunks.
So-called charity organizations who give only pennies to the dollar they receive to the people they are supposedly gathering the money for. Despicable.
♛Have you been naughty enough for a garter belt? *wraps an arm around her waist to still her, and also to measure* Well, you’re right about the size. You have a very nice figure, Ram. Have you considered modeling? It’s fun.
Surely your maker has set you up financially and you can afford a garter belt. It’s something you have to go try on in different styles and colors. Tell you what, instead of simply buying you what I think you’d like, we can go shopping for it together. As long as you clear it with your significant other FIRST, of course. Are you with Antoine these nights? I confess I am completely unable to keep track of the romantic ties of our coven. It’s a huge pile of bisghetti spaghetti.
So, shopping. How does that sound? *nuzzles his nose to hers playfully*
♛ Is “Nicole” your family name? So bold to name a child “Princess”! Alright, alright… I’m kidding, love.
What is it you find the most fascinating about me? My physical beauty? My fashion sense? My refusal to surrender in the face of adversity? My knack for creating adversity?
And let’s not forget the fangs *grins widely* I bet it’s the fangs. People who know what I am almost always want to see and touch the fangs, as if they’re the definitive proof of my supernaturalness. Anyone with the time and the money can get fangs made by a fangsmith. It’s not that special.
The proof is when I scoop you up and we shoot up into the sky to see the citylights from above. Few mortals can actually handle such physicality and I’ve had more than one passenger “toss their cookies,” as they say.
(No need to sit on my lap, it’s not required, by the way, although many would be thrilled with that alone and not need anything else, gift-wise *smiles.* But I digress.)
With staying strong: that’s an internal struggle, unfortunately. I can only offer you the example of my own strength in the face of adversity. Enormous adversity. Some of the adversity has been self-inflicted. It happens. Life’s not a straight path. Wouldn’t it be utterly boring if it was? Overcoming adversity makes you stronger; you can surprise yourself. Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. Cliché but true, at least in my experience, considering the many actual attempts to kill me.
You’re also doing the right thing, quitting smoking. That’s going to make everything else better. Let me tell you also that smokers smell and taste terrible. To kiss, to kill, ugh. I’d rather lick the street, really.
So those douche canoes… from what you’ve said, they’re not evildoers per se, this type of emotional murder isn’t a crime. It should be, but it isn’t. Seeing as you didn’t ask me to kill them outright, only to punish them severely, that I can do. There are worse things than death. They’ll be emotionally compromised themselves after I’m through with them. Might need institutionalization.
You offered a very creative method of torture, however, so I’ll add it to my repertoire. I might just have to try it on actual evildoers. Rat shit and broken condoms as a last meal, hmmm? Then set them on fire to finish the job. I wouldn’t want my own dinner tainted. I have standards about my own cuisine.
Happy holidays to you, Santa Lestat wishes you all the best.
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