merciful-death: “Prediction: Lestat is guilty of this and after three hundred pages of him attempting modern slang, he’s finally crowned Pope Lestat.”
LOUIS: What the hell is this? (picks up vial from coffee table) LESTAT: Oh, that. Just something I picked up somewhere. LOUIS: (opens it, sniffs) Is that blood? A mortal’s blood? LESTAT: FUCKING HELL, LOUIS, IT’S A HOLY RELIC, YOU’RE TAINTING IT! LOUIS: I’m tainting it??! Oh no! Now I’m COMPLETELY damned… *rolls eyes*
((Two random mobile musings. 1) it’s really windy outside and the sound of the old leaves blowing around is so beautiful 2) I really want Lestat and someone to do something sexy in public.))
//I missed the ‘and someone’ in #2 and imagined him just doing a striptease in the middle of the mall or something.//
((Because he would. He’d get up in the main area of the mall and just sing “doing it” while stripping. He likes himself and the attention so it works.))
