♛Darling, I would jump at the chance to be mortal with Louis for even one day. When I first met him, I wanted so badly to at least draw out the time I could spend with him as a mortal, but that simply wasn’t possible.
There are many things we sacrifice when we become what we are and I’d be content to just lay out in the sunshine with him in some grassy and flowery field in the middle of nowhere with a picnic basket and a few chilled bottles of French white wine (I love soda, but it makes me burp, and that could put a real damper on the mood), plucking dandelions to make a chain… eventually he’d complain that it’s too bright and that he’s getting a sunburn. We’d find some shade under a tree and drink in the softer dappled light with our whole bodies. And then… who knows what we might be inspired to do together? *winks*
Louis answered this question, and I’ll consider his answers.
“Sunrise/sunset: Too obvious? Oh well. It’s the truth. I’d witness it, and feel that unique pleasure of sunlight climbing up my bare skin, that warmth spreading, not as a warning, but a loving embrace. That same feeling in reverse, as it slipped away at the end of the day.”
He fails to consider sunburn, but I’d slather him well with sunscreen. Oh yes. Slather him very well.
“Swim in the ocean, somewhere tropical, perhaps, and feel the tickle of the fish around my body. Maybe take one of those aqueous cameras to capture the composition of the scenery myself, as a memento. I don’t imagine wearing any cumbersome swimwear in this scenario. Maybe just diving equipment (Lestat and I are excellent divers).”
Sure. I’m with him on this. Creatures in the Octopus’s Savage Garden! Sea anemones, forests of coral… I’d also want to go looking for those smaller sharks that don’t have much interest nibbling on humans but are beautiful and dangerous to look at. Or dolphins! Dolphins speckled with webs of sunlight…
“Food and drink: it could be a gastronomic adventure. I was never what you call a “foodie” now, but I have some dishes that I would love to experience again. Crêpe Suzette, for breakfast. Fruits, apple juice, coffee. Black coffee, café au lait, jasmine green tea. Beignets from the Cafe du Monde. Gumbo (with alligator). Crawfish étouffée.”
I’m with Louis on all of this. Sounds delish. And then watch him have a stomach ache from too much indulgence! I’ll hold his hair back when he’s tossing his cookies, as they say. Poor Louis.
“Other drink: I wouldn’t want to become so drenched in liquor that it would limit my experience, so I would opt for a few classic mixed drinks, rather than my previous mortal fare of anything in large quantities. A few glasses of St. Germain 75. Or Mezcal. Perhaps something I never got to try as a mortal, Aszú Tokay. I’ve been told it’s very syrupy, but it may go well with vanilla ice cream.”
I’d carefully drench him in liquor in the evening, he is a lovable drunk.
“- Dancing
– Go listen to a string quartet or trio in a garden.
– Ride through my old plantation on horseback.”
That’s all fine by me.
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