♛ So let me get this right, ma petite… you want only autographs from Armand and myself, and you want the flesh and blood of Louis and Marius? Well that IS a tall order, you realize. It takes quite alot of effort and flirtation for me to get any of their flesh and blood even for myself! Quite a lot of persuasion and some degree of mischief.
…Unless you mean you merely wish to be in the presence of Louis and Marius? Even so, I must admit I am still somewhat saddened that your preference is for them and not glorious, magnificent – and much more fun – MOI. They have their moments (should you wish to spend several hours in lecture) but really, a night on the town with Armand and I bickering the entire time would be more exciting, non?
However, I’ll see what I can do, in light of the fact that you swore you would love me more than your own hair. I love no one above my beautiful mane, so I take that oath very seriously ❤
‘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 wet. She glared at Lestat as he glared back at her. She licked her paw before cleaning behind her ears. Might as well use the water for some good.. Once Lestat had taken his eyes off her she made her move to the bed. Red was his pride and joy and he had a nice comforter fitted on the bed him and Louis shared.
She positioned herself in the middle of the bed and continued cleaning. She felt it coming on. ‘You asked for it.’ Her breath became slightly labored as her little body contracted. .” heh.. heh… hurk”. Well, at least she didn’t need to eat grass to get rid of that hairball.
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!
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?
♛Lestat’s birthday texts to Gabrielle, 11/28/12-11/28/14. Will he still text her? Of course he will. Of course he will.
[Painting by Tom Nachreiner]
Tell my muse who you ship them with. Be as subtle or as obvious as you like!Indeed.
♛Oh Nicki, darling, so nice to see you’ve finally acquiesced to your replacement. And for the record, I would’ve stayed with you through it all, but you were clearly more in love with yourself for there to be any room left for anyone else. -theatrically empathetic frown-
I’m sorry—are we talking about me, here, or you?
♛I’m simply defending Louis… you yourself ‘ship’ Louis and I, yet you call him a “poor bastard” for it. As if he were trapped in this ‘ship.’ He chooses me. Time and again.
-sigh- Fine, though, let’s play this modern opinion game… I ‘ship’ you with your violin.
♛ Lestat was in the middle of signing a stack of checks, making sure each one had his perfect flourish of a signature. Of course, normally, Louis would handle these financial details, but Lestat meant to keep these purchases secret – at least for now – and, as if sent on a mission, Louis’ little minion was here! Lestat could smell Louis’s scent on the animal, she must have enjoyed a recent cuddle. Infuriating.
“Lucky for you that I don’t snack in the house anymore… You mewling quim!” He smirked at himself, pleased at the little pop culture reference that only Daniel, had he been within earshot, would’ve truly appreciated. Lestat merely glanced at her with an arched brow… he rarely attempted to pet Willow. She would toy with him, letting him reach for her, before jumping away. Why did Louis insist on keeping these creatures that clawed at furniture, knocked over porcelain and glassware, and incessantly whined to be let out, only moments later to be heard crying out pitifully at the door begging for reentry??! Their habits were confounding. How Louis drew any love from the little beasts was similarly puzzling. Dogs were simply lovable, cats were an enigma at best. He grunted and attempted to ignore her.
Willow stared at Lestat for a moment more. ‘Alright, you asked for it.’ She jumped up on the desk, spilling the ink on whatever he’d been writing on. Louis could be heard from the other room. ‘Good. Salvation is close by. Wonder if Harriet is as well?’ The other cat had seemed friendly enough. Willow hadn’t really set a time to pester Lestat; it just happened she was walking by. The blonde vampire looked about to explode at the orange ball staring straight at him now. ‘Do I have your attention?’ she purred.
♛ Ink splashed across all of the checks, effectively ruining them. And the sleeves of his violet Versace shirt. Staring at fingers slicked with black, and sprinkled with cat hair – as if tarred-and-feathered – Lestat trembled with the beginnings of a rage. Oh, this was too much. That conceited little creature… sitting there on the edge of the desk, absently licking her paw and swiping it across her own ear. Was she purposely making eye contact?! It seemed so.
“Willow. You’ve been a very – very – naughty little girl.” Lestat growled, fixing her with a death glare. What to do? Could there be a way to kill her and get away with it? He quickly scanned his memory of the episodes he’d seen of Forensic Files. No animal murders covered. Perhaps he could arrange an accident… for now, he gathered up the ruined papers and stripped his shirt off, balling the whole mess into the bin, contemplating his next move.
The orange tabby watched in glee as Lestat fumed. She loved this game. The stare off had begun and so, in typical cat fashion, she began to bat at the quill pen he’d been using. ’ You don’t need this anymore, do you?’ She thought mischievously, keeping her eyes on him as she knocked it to the floor. Willow was certain that if Lestat wouldn’t anger Louis and Danny by offing her she’d already be on fire. No, he was trying to think of a way to make it look like an accident. His fuse was running short and she could feel it. ‘Your move.’ She wondered if he’d chase her out of the house tonight.
♛Of course she would find the floor a more fitting place for his favorite pen. Of course. It was a gauntlet thrown down; this little orange fluff knew exactly what she was doing and to whom she was doing it to. At that very moment Lestat remembered Daniel’s gift of a spray bottle, to train cats. Lestat had labeled it “Holy Water” and added a number of crosses just for good measure, and potency.
“Get thee behind me, Satan!” Scooping the weapon up gracefully from a side-table, he aimed and fired at will with a gleeful smile of his own.
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?“
♛ Lestat was in the middle of signing a stack of checks, making sure each one had his perfect flourish of a signature. Of course, normally, Louis would handle these financial details, but Lestat meant to keep these purchases secret – at least for now – and, as if sent on a mission, Louis’ little minion was here! Lestat could smell Louis’s scent on the animal, she must have enjoyed a recent cuddle. Infuriating.
“Lucky for you that I don’t snack in the house anymore… You mewling quim!” He smirked at himself, pleased at the little pop culture reference that only Daniel, had he been within earshot, would’ve truly appreciated. Lestat merely glanced at her with an arched brow… he rarely attempted to pet Willow. She would toy with him, letting him reach for her, before jumping away. Why did Louis insist on keeping these creatures that clawed at furniture, knocked over porcelain and glassware, and incessantly whined to be let out, only moments later to be heard crying out pitifully at the door begging for reentry??! Their habits were confounding. How Louis drew any love from the little beasts was similarly puzzling. Dogs were simply lovable, cats were an enigma at best. He grunted and attempted to ignore her.
Willow stared at Lestat for a moment more. ‘Alright, you asked for it.’ She jumped up on the desk, spilling the ink on whatever he’d been writing on. Louis could be heard from the other room. ‘Good. Salvation is close by. Wonder if Harriet is as well?’ The other cat had seemed friendly enough. Willow hadn’t really set a time to pester Lestat; it just happened she was walking by. The blonde vampire looked about to explode at the orange ball staring straight at him now. ‘Do I have your attention?’ she purred.
♛ Ink splashed across all of the checks, effectively ruining them. And the sleeves of his violet Versace shirt. Staring at fingers slicked with black, and sprinkled with cat hair – as if tarred-and-feathered – Lestat trembled with the beginnings of a rage. Oh, this was too much. That conceited little creature… sitting there on the edge of the desk, absently licking her paw and swiping it across her own ear. Was she purposely making eye contact?! It seemed so.
“Willow. You’ve been a very – very – naughty little girl.” Lestat growled, fixing her with a death glare. What to do? Could there be a way to kill her and get away with it? He quickly scanned his memory of the episodes he’d seen of Forensic Files. No animal murders covered. Perhaps he could arrange an accident… for now, he gathered up the ruined papers and stripped his shirt off, balling the whole mess into the bin, contemplating his next move.
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