Thanks, bb! ❤ Your Lestat knows that revenge is a dish best served cold, with a side of silent treatment. Oooooh.
People Off the Page: As you can see, primusdux’s Lestat and my Lestat are totes sharing the black queen crown ♛, FYI, and it’s totally okay, nothing is gonna get broken.
Lestats playing nicely with himselfs, yayyy! Oh wait…
♛ ♫Oh, my love, my darling… I’ve hungered for your touch♫
You’re gone with the sin my darling…. how beautiful you are…. ♪♫
-See, I can sing too – smirks.
♛ Oh yes, I have always known you to be musically gifted. We should duet together…
♫ Turn off the sun pull the stars from the sky
the more I give to you the more I die
and I want you… and I want you… and I want you…
you are the perfect drug… ♫
Perhaps we should conclude our concert and discuss plans for celebrating the birth of your lord and savior? Well, technically my birthday was last month, but seeing as you missed it, I believe you owe me a celebration *wicked smile*
kittyslover replied to your photoset “kittyslover ♛*embraces the girl, hands crawling softly about her…”
You could stalk me every time that you want o I love this… I really love this answer and makes me think on send more letters xDDDD
Awwww, thanks for that! Yeah I only got through your 2014 in your archive, I will have to take another dip for more.
♛*embraces the girl, hands crawling softly about her waist to loosely clasp behind her back, a smile spreading across his face* “Well well now, this is a pleasing turn of events, ma chérie!”
So far I have been addressed as: Santa Lestat, Lestanta, Saint Lestat, and Santa de Lioncourt. Any of those will do, whilst it is the season and I’m in my red velvet cap *winks*
Your revised wishes do heal the offense of your previous request, I am quite touched that you would choose moi for your Noche Buena festivities… although I can assure you it would be more than simply a “good” night on the eve of Christmas day *brushes the girl’s hair back from her eyes* I’m sure I needn’t explain my talent in this capacity.
Your autographed copy of my latest work:
I will discuss your private audience with Marius when next I see him, he is always grateful to know he has fans as well as intolerably dull and authoritative as he can be ugh
Good to know I am loved more than Armand, that of course is merely sensible thinking *smirks*. Louis is too cute for MY perv imagination, too. But it works. Bless his patient little heart.
Take good care of your hair and your cats, dearest! These things are for cuddling and cuddling is one of my favorite things to do ❤
~*~ Santa Lestat is pleased to let you know that he has received several lovely messages and will respond later… after chasing down his dinner. Dangerous to respond to requests on Empty ~*~
♛ ♫Oh, my love, my darling… I’ve hungered for your touch♫
Send "You take such joy in pretending you're okay" to see how my muse reacts.Is that so? Perhaps you should educate me, mon cher.
♛”Well the warm welcome you gave me last night was – I suspect – quite mutually satisfactory… Absence truly does make the heart grow fonder, non?”
I am far better than “okay” or “satisfactory,” based upon the sounds coming from you last night, yes. A reeducation is always warranted, of course. Particularly after time apart.
♛You were delicious… /are/ delicious. So good to know you missed me so much. (sings) If I said I wanted your body, would you hold it against me?
If you continue singing that song, I may have to reconsider.
♛ (immediately stops singing, unties Louis’ hair gently) Oh darling, sweetness… of course the Vampire Lestat takes requests! What would you prefer to be serenaded into bed with? Hmmm? Anything!
He allowed his hair to be released from its tie, brow raising. Did Lestat intend to indulge him tonight? Certainly, he knew of the secret pleasure he took in having his hair “played” with, or scalp massaged. ”Oh, I can think of a few serenades that involve a great deal of sound, but few words but my name and “please.” Unless you have other plans, of course…”
♛Lestat concealed the thrill that ran through his heart at these words, instead letting slip only a tiny smile. “That’s good to hear, chaton… I believe I can accommodate this request,” Oh yes, Louis would have to work to get that song out of him, but it was already echoing in his ears, layers of that music that only they could make together, from the desperate little cries to the low, demanding curses in the old French they both knew so well.
As these thoughts swirled slowly, like wine in a sommelier’s glass, Lestat dropped his gaze from Louis’ eyes, and circled behind him, fingers lightly dancing their way up his body to the mussed silk of dark hair. Just barely combing this with his fingernails. An almost imperceptible, and soothing, grazing sound. Whispered into Louis’ fine ear: “You have me all night, your own private concert starring the Vampire Lestat."
‘Crap Crap Crap!!!!’ The cat barreled off the desk, causing the papers that were in neat piles to scatter in her wake. That’s it; it was time for drastic measures! She sulked in the corner for a moment, her pride damaged and her fur had lines of…
Willow was suspicious. Lestat never cooed to her unless… Her eyes went wide as she bolted down the stairs. Wriggling her way under the couch Louis was normally on, she waited. This was the one room she’d never seen Lestat flip the furniture of. Who knew? She stayed motionless, calming herself so she could follow the sounds of the blond vampire. She knew better than to think he’d given up the hunt, not after what she’d just done.
♛He had just gotten a few strokes in, emboldened by the very faint purring she could not contain. As Lestat inched closer, she knew the game, and FLED. Gritting his teeth, Lestat collected himself, and then followed her ONCE AGAIN. This chasing nonsense was becoming intolerable. He floated down the stairs as stealthily as possible, listening for her pulse.The sound of her rapidly palpitating little heart was enticing, he might have very much enjoyed draining the life from it under these special circumstances, if he could get away with it sans punishment. Holiday decorations all around the flat served as a reminder that this was not the time to start a war with any of his little coven. However, there were more fun things than killing or bloodletting…With a little thought, Lestat watched triumphantly as Willow was tugged by an invisible hand and suspended in the air, clawing at nothing! Would she care to take a spin? He considered this while settling down below her on the couch, keeping her helplessly treading afloat in midair.The tabby was infuriated. Cats hated two things, being wet and stuck in midair. She’d only learned the last from Lestat and Armand when they could catch her. He’d even had the gall to sit right underneath her on the couch. She thought hard about giving him what humans had termed a “golden shower” but decided against it. One thing she did know was midair was one step away from flying and into what would just be circumstance. ‘I give I give! Put me down or I’ll call Danny!’ Her limits had been pushed. She hung there like a kitten being carried by its mother, waiting to see if Lestat would heed her yield or not.
♛"Well look who’s mood has been elevated?“ Lestat didn’t even try to repress a giggle. The look on her face was one of submission. After floating her for another few minutes to drive the point home, he set her down beside him on the couch and raised a hand tentatively to pet her. Yes, a truce would be most desirable. If Daniel walked in to find them getting along then so much the better. Perhaps Lestat would even give her a sardine or two ❤
♛You dear little thing! I can tell that you have been good enough for this reward, certainly *smiles broadly* You know, giving you a kiss is also a sort of gift to the kisser, as well, as I get to enfold you in my arms first, taunt myself with your unique scent, enjoy that closeness for a moment in the darkness of your anonymity, before that light kiss is delivered. *mwah*
Coven, consider this loving message conveyed to you as well! Undying eternal love, hm? Perhaps this is from one of our own? Step into the light, Anon *grins*
PS. I like “Lestanta.” It has a ring to it. Like a stanza of music. Hmmmm… Although kittyslover’s title of Santa Lestat was a bit closer to my frequent papal desires in that Santa means Saint. I digress… Perhaps this should be included in my next staggering work of heartbreaking genius.
‘Crap Crap Crap!!!!’ The cat barreled off the desk, causing the papers that were in neat piles to scatter in her wake. That’s it; it was time for drastic measures! She sulked in the corner for a moment, her pride damaged and her fur had lines of…
Willow was suspicious. Lestat never cooed to her unless… Her eyes went wide as she bolted down the stairs. Wriggling her way under the couch Louis was normally on, she waited. This was the one room she’d never seen Lestat flip the furniture of. Who knew? She stayed motionless, calming herself so she could follow the sounds of the blond vampire. She knew better than to think he’d given up the hunt, not after what she’d just done.
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