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Ableism!anon here! Thanks so much for your reply, it was very very helpful, and so sweet, I really appreciate it! Also, ♛lestat, I appreciate your response as well, and I understand that you have a particular schedule to keep! I hope my hugging you wasn’t untoward (and that none of your gorgeous clothes were rumpled or anything!) Merci!

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[Anon refers to this reply] 

♛*hugs anon* Darling, not to worry at all, I can handle a little clothes-rumpling. I destroy most of my clothes anyway, sadly, it’s part of the job *winks* 

Be strong, ma petite. Remember to hug yourself, too. Sometimes we have to be our own head cheerleaders.

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//ooc; Thanks for coming back and telling us this,

Ableism!anon! It was a difficult topic to address and I’m really glad Lestat and I were able to help you. 

If you have to remind yourself every day, then do it: F*ck the haters.

Mon chere lestat! *buries face in your waistcoat* getting a bit overwhelmed with stupid ableist stuff, would you be interested in biting (or maybe just threatening) people that have been making me feel insecure recently with their pitying/ignorant remarks about disability? This girl is also worried that it may get worse when a partner comes into the picture, but I’m sure you could handle some ignorant people in that situation too!

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♛”Ma petite!” *pets anon* “You know, I wish I could fight off every one of the bullies out there, but there are just too damn many of them and only one of me. There’s also the scheduling issue; my days are sacrosanct.”

//ooc; my Lestat is very out of touch with these issues, and he tried to continue with this answer, but it kept coming off as insensitive or flippant, so I decided not to let him finish.

He’s more often insensitive and cruel, even when he’s trying to be good.

He

intentionally AND unintentionally bullies Louis,

the person he loves most in the whole world, through his first and very difficult years as a vampire, and Lestat continues to bully him, even now. Lestat bullies a lot of other characters. My Lestat has a somewhat short fuse and really not enough patience for anything that’s delicate, he’s not very good at thinking before he acts/speaks, especially to people who deserve more consideration. Introspection is more for when he’s talking about himself or someone he knows very well, and even then, he has a lot of trouble truly understanding other people outside of what he wants them to be.

So I’m going to answer for him. TL;DR: Lestat’s general motto would probably be: F*ck the haters.

Ignorance and pity well… Sometimes people make these statements without meaning to hurt you. I’ve mistakenly made ignorant or pitying statements about people and I’m glad when someone corrects me. Some of your antagonists may not be trying to make you feel insecure.

HOWEVER, some of them really are trolls/bullies/whatever and they DO want to belittle you to make themselves feel bigger. The thing with bullies is that they will bully anyone for any reason. If not for your physical appearance or capabilities, then for your name or where you live, there are endless things for them to criticize, you’ll never scrub yourself free of something to be commented on. Even Mother Theresa had haters!

While we can’t change others opinions of us, as much as we’d like to, we can decide how we react to it. Basically: Don’t. 

You wrote, “people that have been making me feel insecure recently…” No. NO. Stop. Don’t let them. Don’t give them permission to make you feel anything. Comments about you that seem pitying or ignorant? To adapt a quote Lestat from TOBT: They are like many silk banners unfurled around you. That weak. (He was referring to smtg else but still it’s applicable here)

Lestat has a partner and it doesn’t stop the bullies from attacking them separately or together, I think it makes them more of a target when they purposely go out hunting for homophobes. One of the benefits of having a partner is that Lestat can just wrap his arm around Louis a little tighter and they pick up the pace and go where they can enjoy each other together without any bullies trying to interfere *winks*

Lestat, my beautiful blonde angel, kiss me in the light of a thounsands stars ♡ drain every drop of my blood till i die in your arms… ♡

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♛♫“I just need a number and location…

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Without appropriate papers or permissions
I’m known to bite in tight situations
And I head into your french windows
I thought there was a big connection
I only got my name I only got my situation
I just need my number and location…” ♫

– Radiohead – Skip Divided

what’s your cure for a broken heart? Should I just kill him??

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♛Did he break your heart? I assume you didn’t break his and are asking about putting him out of his misery, but if you did break his heart physically beyond repair, by all means finish the job. It won’t cure him, but it will make him dead. I prefer not to extend physical suffering in my victims unless they’re truly evil and I’m really offended… or really bored that night.

It’s terrible when we trust people with our hearts and they fail us so badly. It’s happened to me. And I’ve broken hearts, too. Love is truly a battlefield, but it’s worth the fight.

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Be glad he did it now rather than string you along for any longer, wasting more of your precious time. There are worse punishments than death, and ignoring him, just cutting him right out of your life, should be a living punishment for him. You’re not his plaything to break when he feels like it.

You’re free. Pick up the pieces and mend them yourself, don’t rush into having someone else take his place. You have to love yourself before you can love anyone else. At least, that’s how it’s been for me. I still don’t have that first part down completely, but I break all the rules, even my own…

Cure for a broken heart – what they call “self-care” these days, which is specific to each person, do whatever gives you life again, and confidence in yourself. 

I wish you the best, but as you know, this could happen again. Emotionally, hearts can break and heal, over and over again, I know from experience. It’s a durable little thing! The love I’ve shared with others has been worth the heartbreak. If it’s worth it to you, don’t be afraid to put your heart out there again, when you’re ready *hugs*

Lestat do you more love Amel than Louis? Why you kiss in front of Louis? I think if you and Amel want to enjoy intimacy shall find another place instead of facing Louis.

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♛I have so much love to give, you really expect me to be monogamous about my kissing? I might add that it wasn’t romantic. 

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Louis is grateful when I kiss other people. That’s one less kiss he has to give me for the night, and he already has to give me plenty.

Lestat, if Nicolas was still alive and not insane, will you choose him to be your forever companion instead of Louis?

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♛*sighs heavily* How can you ask such a thing? I’ll pretend you didn’t just call my former lover “insane,” and I’ll pretend you didn’t just suggest that Louis could so easily be cast aside, like some used piece of chewing gum. I mean, yes, while being hopelessly devoted to him, I admit I have my flings with others, but he’s the one… he knows how much he means to me.

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What Nicolas and I shared – it’s over. Long over. Just scar tissue now. Can never be rekindled. We were something, everything, to each other once. He made it absolutely clear in what ended up being our last meeting that he wanted nothing to do with me, that I had failed him in so many ways. Perhaps he was right. I would have gone back for him, I asked if I should go back for him, he didn’t want me.

And you know what? He failed me, too. He led me to believe that he wanted to succeed in Paris, but every success we had was secretly a thorn in his side, and he was riddled with wounds before we were ever separated.

I failed him. But I have to believe that I helped him get some joy out of life in our brief time together, because he taught me what love could be. I have to believe that wasn’t a one-sided thing. 

I gave him what I could. I’ve closed those chapters.

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bloodstrung:

[stares at everyone who drinks blood from cups]

“Get right with Jesus.”

♛Cups! *scoffs* Some of us prefer to drink it from fine glassware. Some of us wouldn’t drink it at all unless they could pretend it was wine.

Dear Lestat: According to David, while Louis was bewitched by Merrick, he appeared in your New Orleans flat wearing a “handsome gray velvet suit, and…dark violet tie.” Given Louis’ well-known indifference to fashion, and given the dearth of such outfits pret-a-porter in the year 2000, where, one wonders, did Louis find such an ensemble on short notice? Did your darling fledgling BORROW YOUR CLOTHES to impress the girl?

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♛Mademoiselle King, I am struck by your attention to detail, well done *applauds*

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Ordinarily, you might think that information like this would send me into a froth of jealous rage, that he would wear my clothes to court a witch while I lay incapacitated and alone on the cold stone floor. The real fury was at the larger issue, that she had plotted this all out and ensnared him, and that we almost lost him forever! What he was wearing, destroyed, presumably to impress her, was a misdemeanor.

Fury. Death for her for her crimes… would have happened, had I not heard the entire story from everyone involved. I heard it in more variation than I would have liked, considering that it all boiled down to – as you put it so concisely – that Louis was completely bewitched by Merrick. So thoroughly bewitched that he did things he would not have ordinarily done. I forgave him his trespasses, and I forgave Merrick for what she did to him, because at the end of it all, she did come to love him, and wanted to give more than what she originally sought to take from him. I felt that she had earned a place in our coven, but perhaps she had bewitched me, as well. She was a powerful witch.

As he’s told me of that particular infraction – and mind you, he is always welcome to the contents of my closet, and it usually charms me when he wears anything of mine – it happened quite by accident. 

If you recall, I was not myself. Louis had visited my quarters and spent some time reminiscing among my things, seeking some clarity from the thick confusion Merrick had spun in his mind by that point, seeking a key that might wake me from my sleep. He put on that suit and tie, and several of my rings, being one of the last outfits he had seen me wear in livelier times, and fell into some contemplation there, in my room. 

When the time called for it, without even thinking to change, he flew to her. So he was wearing it when he met with her.