♠*siiiigh*
#shut up louis #its exra funny bc really Louis hardly gets to have an opinion #those few times when he does #lestat doesnt care for your bullshit #BASICALLY #poor louis #in truth he could be devastatingly mean to lestat #but he withholds it bc he knows lestat cant actually take it
♛You want him and not ME?!
Rude.
Go ahead, suit yourself! *gestures to Louis, sitting on a nearby divan. Louis lowers the newspaper he was reading.* But know that his gift-giving skills are mediocre at best. He needs a lot of direction in that department. I can’t deny that sitting in his lap might be gift enough, however *evil smile*
Just don’t wriggle too much. He’s got a low tolerance for ebullient people, I should know from personal experience *huffs off*
♛Et tu me fais plaisir, aussi! Il faut que je continuer à faire ça, c’est ma metier et ma passion terrible. ooc; *hides face* because you’re gonna correct the femininity/masculinity of my nouns now but you should be impressed that I TRIED. “A” for effort, I award it to myself.
♛Yes, indeed!
My lovelies: kittyslover has inspired me to open these arms to embrace you all. Hop up into the velvet-clad Santa de Lioncourt’s lap and tell him your heart’s desire. Have you been naughty or nice? There’s still time to switch lists… and you know Santa de Lioncourt has a preference for the very Naughty… You may also offer gifts to Santa, you know. It needn’t be a one-way relationship… *grins and flicks a fang*
♛We’re just not ourselves when we’re hungry, are we?
I want to follow everyone or most of the people in the fandom
Oops.
♛AND COMPLETE FABRICATIONS OF REALITY in your miserable memoir, par example: my weeping in a scene which we both know did not take place!
did anyone order a doodle of Lestat in a sweater?
no?
well you get one anyways
♛It’s one of Louis’ sweaters. When he’s away too long I find myself raiding his closet.
♛Every chance I can get!
Publicly or privately, dressed up or down, with or without music, dance is a language of its own, an art worth practicing. Even among the dead.
♛ Hm, I wonder what it would do to YOU… *glances at the device, there’s a crackling sound, steam rises as the batteries melt and the whole thing finally burst into flames*
What’s this sudden fascination in you gray-faced minions in threatening me? *huffs* Everyone adores Louis and you must know by now that we’re… intimately attached to each other. You trying to rid the world of us both?
Even Armand needs me alive and -relatively- mentally stable now! Heavy is the head that wears the crown, indeed.
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