♛I took to these modern products right away, and they come in flavors, some of them have warming effects, it’s dazzling!
But you know, there were such things before there were specific products for them. I preferred grapeseed oil, but you can use other oils. Contrary to popular belief, spit dries very quickly. Too fast to be of much use for this purpose.
Now, blood as lube took me longer to adjust to.
Our blood is thicker than mortal blood, and dries slowly, but even so… sometimes it’s easy to look at the landscape of my lover’s writhing body, see the blood that I’ve drawn or applied, and feel a frisson of dissonance. That I haven’t actually done them harm, unless that was exactly what they demanded from me…
For us, anywhere that can be bitten or cut can be an erogenous zone *winks*
I could fill novels with fashion advice! You’ll have to be more specific, ma petite. Depends on the occasion. Comfort first, clean, crisp, a dash of structure. Some metal. Other flair if you have the guts for it. Leopard print can count as a neutral now, who would’ve ever thought?!
[^X by @garama] Louis may never “get it” with fashion, but I’ll be damned if I’ll be seen in public with him when he’s dressed like the equivalent of mouldy American white bread when I am a divine Parisian croissant.
And don’t forget the importance of accessories, so much the better if they’re functional, too *winks*
♛I love decorating my body with jewelry and clothing, why not tattoos? The artistry with some of them has become quite stunning. Especially the ‘watercolor’ methods. Abstract or specific, body art is very much art. I like biting directly into it on my victims, too. These neck tattoos… *licks lips*
A little story for you… I discovered sometime in the 90’s that we can be tattooed, but that the tattoo will fade away entirely during the deathsleep. Daniel may have been involved. Of course we decided that I absolutely had to get a large tattoo across my chest that read, “Property of Louis”in huge black calligraphic lettering, just to see Louis’ reaction. When I spread open my shirt to reveal the work of art, every drop of blood drained from his face!
He was frozen in that special moment before the judgment begins. It was a sight to behold. Instead of lay in with the judgment as usual, he actually shifted into damage control, terrified it would last forever, and immediately started looking into laser-removal treatments! He fell asleep at the computer that morning and had to be carried safely to bed.
How relieved was he when my branding had disappeared by the following night? After some heavy physical punishment to my person, he treated me very well for the entire night. How so? Read between the lines, mes petits.
♛It’s no inconvenience, Louis and I have both experienced our share of bad parenting, and done some of it ourselves, so we’re glad to reach out and help when we can.
We read your message many times and can’t quite unravel what the issue is, but the fact that you have a mother who you feel is fabulous (and I assume you mean in her personality, more than just the contents of her closet *winks), and some friends for support, that’s a good start.
Some people really shouldn’t be parents, others are wonderful at it… it took Louis and I plenty of trial and error to figure it out ourselves. It sounds like your parents may not be working together on it themselves.
As badly as my father treated me, I took him in when the roles were reversed. He needed care, and only then, with his defenses down, were we able to have some of the communication I never got to have with him as a child. Perhaps he didn’t like children, didn’t see them as people, but as animals that needed taming. Louis’ mother seemed perpetually disappointed in Louis, no matter how hard he tried to please her. Perhaps she was disappointed with her lot in life and scapegoated her misery onto him.
It may be that your father doesn’t deserve to be part of your life. It may be that you still have something to resolve with him, like I did with my father. Follow your instincts, and seek advice from your mother. She knew him before you were born, she may have the guidance you seek.
It’s a sad truth that your father will be dead, and there will come a time when you won’t have the chance to try to communicate with him ever again. If it’s too painful to be alone with him, have it be in a setting with others involved, or at least nearby.
♛It’s probably for the best that he doesn’t know how much he captivates us all, how even his prone and unconscious form strangles my heart.
He also detests being praised for his physical appearance unless he put his own effort into it; after all, he didn’t give himself those piercing green eyes or the tender crease that appears between his brows when he’s worried about me. His beauty lies not just in his features, really, but the way he aches for the beauty of the world around him, his openness, his dignified demeanor even when I’m testing every last bit of his resolve. And I don’t think he considers any of that to be effort on his own part, it’s just the way he is.
♛Pardon the delay in reply, anonyme. I received this on Valentine’s Day but I was very busy with… romantic activities. Not to brag about it, I’ve spent many Valentine’s nights alone, and I’m… taken aback and more touched now for the nights I’m fortunate enough to spend with a loved one, whether it’s Valentine’s or any night of the week. There’s nothing all that inherently magical about holidays, only that we make them special by honoring them together.
There are times when yes, the loneliness overtakes me. I do feel emptiness at times. Sometimes solitude is needed, just to get to know myself once again, so that I can return to my loved ones. I can’t advise you about your own loneliness because I feel that it has healing properties. And there are times when I need to be quarantined, when it’s better for everyone if we’re not together.
But I don’t let loneliness destroy me. I don’t let it take over. I can’t. I’m not built that way.
I never give up. I never despair for long. I can’t. I’m always spinning straw into gold. And this is why I survive, more than anything. I am in my unfolding stories what the world calls a comic character, rather than a tragic character, because I am never permanently undone by anything, never finished or ruined, never permanently destroyed, no matter how great are my own flaws. I always come back. Always. [X, from Fan Questions for Lestat]
♛Not that I need the money, mon cher... but yes, I’m sure I could earn plenty, and I wouldn’t limit myself to just girls, you know. Louis should take me out on a date that night, why do I always have to be the chivalrous one? It’s his turn.
“Petit Lion”? I’m a big one, darling *fangy grin* Happy Valentine’s day to you.
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