♛*stretches out on the couch* How I’ve missed answering questions for you darlings. Been nearly a month. Louis and I have been off the grid.
We’re back now, for the time being. He’s sitting beside me now rolling his eyes at your comment, but I’m defending you! His hair is absolutely – positively – amazingly beautiful, although not as gorgeous as mine, of course. Mine is more of an experience than a simple physical material.
You know, now that I’m reflecting on it, his hair looks most sexy when it’s wet, either damp from the misty rain we get in New Orleans, or when it’s made almost liquid in some secluded pool rigged with lighting under the surface. He likes to swim under water, and when his head rises above the surface, the way his hair sweeps forward around his neck… it’s almost as if it moves under his command, as part of his own personal brand of witchcraft. Very sexy when it’s sticking in vein-shapes to his flesh from bloodsweat… *flicks at his fang* Now you’ve got me drooling. How embarrassing…
*Adjusts position, wipes at his chin, composes himself* Of course he lets me brush his hair! Louis prefers a wide-toothed comb or finger-combing. He dislikes the chemical fragrances of your usual modern haircare products, but every so often I earn the reward of sharing a steaming hot bath in which I am permitted to lather his hair up with organic shampoo and conditioner. Lately, he prefers these almond or mint scented.
I tend not to brush my hair often, as it separates the twists, but I do love to have it pulled when we are engaged in that special kind of heated debate… And fortunately for me, he loves to pull it.
ma chère. True love knows no gender limitations. And we can always use more characters inspired by my relationship with Louis. I’m not revealing anything new when I say it’s no walk in the park but it’s absolutely worth fighting for. Constantly. For centuries! *tosses laptop aside and pounces on Louis for kisses*
♛Unlike some OTHER vampires who won’t be named, I find great pleasure in appetizers, in factI’ve spent whole nights on them and not needed any entrées!
… But there have been a few instances, regrettably, when an appetizer became an entrée. It happens. I don’t make promises when it comes to my appetite. Might as well ask a lion to use a napkin.
♛Oh really? Do you like being food for the immortals? I’ll bet you taste as sweet as you sound, a fine port… and I do love to skip straight to dessert…
♛Darling, embrace the confusion, embrace the mystery!
I should tell you what to do with your life in general? I barely know what to do with my own life, so I can’t answer that for you, but I know what’s worked for me, and that’s been – as gaggingly cliché as it sounds – following my heart. Even when I lacked financial freedom, even when I was seemingly powerless. Something as small as cuddling puppies can cure boredom and restore your soul, and eventually lead to bigger things. I founded a kennel, who knows, had I lived I might have been a famously sought-after dog breeder. I would have had the finest mastiffs in France.
//ooc; as for rp, you can always pester muses, most accept some banter from a mun. There are plenty out there!
♛Yes, I do ride, it’s a thrill to race them, have that level of connection with such magnificent animals. Louis rode with me the last time… the scent of the animal on him later is always deeply nostalgic for those times we shared when horses were the primary means of travel. And he also knows it’s kind of a huge turn-on *winks*
He kept horses then, I remember a favorite he called Clemence. But we do not keep horses now. They’re daytime animals, and need daytime care… I suppose I could pay someone to keep a stable for me but it’s not the same as the love you get from caring for an animal with your own two hands, you’re always perceived as a visitor to them. So we borrow them and return them.
*sighs* Pets in general, that’s a sensitive topic for me, because Mojo was in a way my furry son, and we had to make the hard decision to give him mercy at the end of his life. Letting him go was painful, to say the least. As I’ve mentioned, however, he was a unique soul, most animals instinctively reject me by nature. It takes some effort to calm a horse enough to ride it, and even then, there are moments where it remembers it’s carrying a predator.
(ooc; I commissioned this piece from @alvadee and I LOVE IT omg this fanartist better raise their prices or else I’m gonna commission them so much moar that is a very real threat)
Any one of your issues would be enough to be legitimately sad about but having them all at once is cosmically unfair *frowns* I wish I could swoop in, take you in my arms, and solve all your problems for you. But that would be doing you a disservice, because it would steal the feeling of satisfaction that you’ll get when you overcome these things with your own power.
You know, and please don’t take this the wrong way, bear with me for a moment; this reminds me of those exasperated people you see in crowded public places like shopping centers, sometimes with a number of brats hanging off of them, or some other burdens, or they’ve dropped their enormous coffee-desserts across their shoes, and you see them gaze skyward, cell phones glued to their heads, reporting to whoever will listen: “God is testing me. HE’S TESTING ME.” They say it as if God was becoming a real nuisance, deriving some kind of sick pleasure in throwing obstacles at them. Do they deserve their obstacles? Sometimes yes, sometimes no. Life is full of them, and you get them either way. Sometimes I myself am the obstacle when an evildoer meets their end.
Whether you believe in God (or Goddess!), a non-specific spiritual entity, or nothing at all, we’re all tested. It just rarely comes in the form or at the time we would prefer it to, does it?
I could cheerlead for you – in authentic uniform or in the nude – until the break of dawn, and you would absolutely enjoy it as long as it lasted, and the memory of it, believe me. But eventually, the joy wears away and you’re left with the weight of your obstacles once again.
In my experience, you have to tackle each of your obstacles to earn your power back and have the wheels going your way again.
There will be times in your life when it feels like the whole world has turned its back on you. It happens. Better to get accustomed to pulling yourself back on your feet, dusting yourself off, and getting ready for another round. It’s better when we have supportive friends and family, but there were many times in my life when I was all I had. And I succeeded. It can be done.
Let’s get down to brass tacks, as they say:
Your health is not improving? Find out whether it’s in your power to fix it. Is it as simple as getting more sleep? Better hydration? You’d be surprised how effective sleep is in curing crankiness, I remember this from my devoted mortal bandmates, as I nearly drove them mad rehearsing them into sleep deprivation. If it’s something you can’t fix, find a way to get to a professional who can guide you in this regard.
Best friends are excellent heartbreakers. They know your weaknesses and they know where to place the knife and turn it. If this is the end of that friendship, take time to heal and be glad it’s over, you’ll have that part of your life open for a new best friend when and if you’re ready for it. If this is not the end, take time to heal anyway, and try to heal with this person, if possible. But don’t let them hurt you again. Don’t become their punching bag.
The number of times my creative work I worked hard on was torn apart by critics is just… I’ve lost count *ragged sigh* I could never even start the count. It seems like every creative contribution I’ve made to anyone has unleashed harsh criticism. I take the constructive criticism to heart and have to let the rest roll off, otherwise I’d give up altogether. My creative output has always been mainly for myself so at the end of the night, as long as I’m happy with it, it doesn’t really matter what anyone else thinks. Art, music, and writing are all highly subjective. But occasionally, someone will point something out in my work that might be rephrased to better capture what I’m trying to express, and it endears me to that person who dared to suggest the improvement, that they dared test my infamous short fuse. I am trying to take this kind of constructive criticism better, believe it or not.
I wish you the best, know that I’m supporting you from afar.
♛*stretches out on the divan* I happen to be a professional cheerleader, and I might be of service in this regard… fully equipped w/ pom-poms and several official uniforms, which were given to me, not purchased *smirks*
I assume you didn’t deserve a terrible day? I’ve deserved many a terrible night, but many were undeserved, too. You’ll have to tell me what befell you in order for ~Yours Truly~ to prescribe the proper method of cheering up, as there is a nearly limitless spectrum of options *grins widely* Some involve a uniform, and some, well… do not.
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