So much advice to give, and yet, when others have given me advice it often fails to sink in until I’ve learned it the hard way… that’s why the “brat” part was wedged into my title *sighs*
There’s too much to tell, and I’d rather not bother with the obvious things your maker should have taught you, or if you lacked one as I did, things you learned yourself in the first few nights (for your sanity: try to keep to a diet of evildoers only, try to cover up your kills, try not to kill in your home, spare no expense on lair security, etc.)…
But I’ll give you a few other choice pieces that I’ve picked up along the way, which can apply to mortals as well:
♛"You’ve returned…“ *he grins slightly, eyeing the Anonymous stranger* “You desired a hug, oui? That much I can give.”
*Leaning in, he gently embraces the Anon, pressing his hand on their back, lets them feel the ice of his cheek slide against theirs. Anon is androgynous, mysterious. No escape for them now, as he nuzzles into the warmth of their neck. A sharp fang draws the tiniest line of blood, and he licks at it tenderly. He feels them shiver at this touch, and pulls back.*
“Wouldn’t want to compromise you any further, my sweet appetizer. Need to keep myself light, seeking an entrée tonight.”
♛Slim odds, if you are as tasty as you sound. And flattery makes me thirsty. Physical proximity, too. Unlike some, I can stop at just one bite, and you might not feel anything at all. Most find it rather pleasurable.
Claudia and Louis were always intrigued by the workings of nature, and could spend hours pouring over illustrated books of flowers, animals, scientific discoveries, predictions for the future. We kept live birds because Claudia asked to study them at close range; she wanted to draw in the style of those books she loved.
Natural events like that are truly something to behold, and I can see why Gabrielle prefers the simplicity and company of such wonders to society, which can be so dull and boring in comparison. Man-made art can only attempt the beauty that Nature provides, free of charge.
It was Gabrielle’s desire that brought me to the lip of a frozen tundra to see the Northern Lights for the first time, and it really was worth the considerable amount of bitching and moaning I had made on the climb up to our viewing point.
♛*laughs* That is pretty random, as far as random questions go! It’s a subject that I enjoy very much. I go through these phases of intense interest on certain subjects for nights to months at a time, and dinosaurs is a recurring focus.
I assume you mean the animals, and not a specific movie or book series (Armand gave me my first Dinotopia book as a gag gift for my birthday some time ago – surprising me that he remembered or cared at all – saying, “It’s a children’s book, because you’re a child,” and I actually loved it; the illustration is very imaginative and highly detailed). Or the live-action TV show Dinosaurs from the early ‘90s which, honestly, I still can’t decide if it’s my cup of blood or not.
Dinosaurs the animals, they’re fascinating. Omnivores, carnivores, “veggiesaurs.“ The study of other predators means a lot to me. We still have more to learn about them, some still exist today in some form. The tooth size of the T. Rex is nearly unbelievable, even when I held one in my hand. I admit I was a little envious bc my own fangs are quite small in comparison, but mine are much sharper and more elegant than a T. Rex’s, being that they’re for a similar, but different, physical use *grins*
Jurassic Park is a film Louis and I can watch over and over, even though it’s given him a few choice quotes to use against me *grumbles*
♛I’ll field this one, lovelies. Why not? I’m in an especially satisfied mood, would love to bottle it to share with you all. *slips on a robe and gets comfortable* Since that’s not an option, at least I can play one of your fun little question games…
Rules: “It’s harder than it looks. Enter your answers and then tag 10 people! Use the first letter of your name to answer each question. Real answers only. If the person who tagged you has the same initial, you must use different answers. You cannot use the same word twice.”
What is your name?Lestat
A four letter word?Lust
A boy’s name?Louis
An occupation?
Librarian (ugh he really is with his towers of dusty old books).
Something you wear?Lingerie, on occasion. Leather more often.
A color? Lustrous pearl (adjectives are not cheating, mes petits)
A food? Lawless people
Something you find in the bathroom?Lip gloss
A place?Louvre Museum.
A reason for being late? Love-making *grins*
Something you shout? Ludicrous!
A movie title? Lady and the Tramp.
Something you drink?Liquid. Well, it’s still the truth.
(mun back!) Anyone is welcome to answer these, just going to tag recent ppl from my Activity feed and ppl I still owe replies to *slaps self*, plz do not feel left out if I didn’t include you, just go ahead and answer anyway!
Tagging (required to tag 10 and I’m just gonna go right the frick over that):
♛*leans forward, fidgets with his sleeve, leans back again, smoothing it out, avoiding the question*
If I may quote from a blogger here, @lovefreeanddiehard, “This is truly a historic year. We’re either going to elect a woman, a Jew, the Zodiac Killer, or the start of the Fourth Reich.” [X]
Not that I fully agree with all of those characterizations, but by any definition it is an assortment unlike any other I’ve ever seen.
We don’t vote, it’s your world, not ours. So I can’t offer support for your choice of Mrs. Clinton (her stage presence and fashion sense has vastly improved since the 90′s, I’ll give her that). As Louis put it so well, “we forfeited it when we lost our mortality. We have no right now to interrupt their struggle. If we do we rob them of victories that have cost them too much!”
Of course I would love to… take Mr. Trump out for dinner *licks fangs* and stay to say grace when we’re done. But Louis won’t let me extend such an invitation or make further opinions on that. The more we hear from him, neither of us like the sound of “President Trump,” though *shudders*
In previous years we would gather and watch the debates together, Marius, Armand, Daniel, David, Jesse, Louis, and I… Sometimes Gabrielle, Maharet, or Pandora would join us if they were in town anyway. Catching Gabrielle up to the current political climate is my task and it’s barely doable at all because she tunes me out; her eyes glaze over and I can tell she’s 1,000 miles away on a mountaintop somewhere *ragged sigh* Exhausting.
After the televised action, we’d have debates ourselves. It was lively, it was good. This time around, we seem to all be taking it in separately, or with those we already cohabit with. Louis and I watch these debates mostly in silence, laughing occasionally at old rhetoric we’ve heard before and being grateful when we hear the voice of reason speak through one of them.
We’re cautiously optimistic about it all. We hope for the best for you all.
Issues we’re always interested in hearing about from the politicians: gun control, immigration (we’re immigrants, ourselves), the stock market (if you expect any of us to get real jobs, you’re quite deluded), education, etc…. the violence that’s erupted between the police force and the people they’re meant to serve and protect has been appalling. We’re beyond shocked that this happens in broad daylight, when we can’t stop it! We’re numb from every new video of another innocent battered or gunned down by a uniformed man. We would pursue those ourselves, if only they didn’t become such noticeable victims to take *frowns* But I’m getting off-track.
We’re invested in your future, because we do exist in your world. We want you to thrive in it. So that we can perch in a bar, watch you and your gaggle of friends, all the beautiful colors and shapes you’re made of, and then we go out and destroy the real monsters who would seek to cut your lives short for the contents in your wallet (or worse). We have our place, and we “interrupt your struggle” only on the margins, only in the way we must. I’m certainly not going out into the jungles and killing innocentanimals. So I’ll kill the rapist lurking in the alley by your apartment, that’s fair enough for interruption.
♛*cupping the chick in his hands* Fortunately for you, this wouldn’t even make a decent snack, but as I am not equipped for petcare of this type, I’ll deliver it to someone better suited for this.
Now that I think of it, almost everything we do revolves around that. We go out to performances to watch people play music or act, we go to cafes to watch people argue and flirt with each other, we go to museums and galleries to watch people admire art and we look at the people depicted in the art. Louis and I both prefer portraiture to abstract art, but there is still something captivating and innately human about the pulsing color blocks of a huge Rothko or the confident brush strokes and warm sunlight suffusing Jim Monagle’s landscapes… But I’m getting off-track here.
You want to know superficially what we’re looking at, and which one of us, and why. Okay.
Louis and I greet the early evening with a good long walk, and I barely conceal my interest in people we pass by. I’ll nod at a beautiful tattooed genderfluid youth across the street, break away from Louis to drop some money in their battered guitar case as we go along. Joining up with Louis again, I’ll slip my arm around his waist where he’s stopped to watch someone closing up their jewelry shop, and find that he’s admiring their hands more than any of the gems.
In general though, I make a more obvious display that I’m looking, and Louis keeps it more to himself. He might lean over and whisper to me about someone who catches his eye. Louis appreciates the beauty of women over men, the way they’ve chosen to display – or not – their décolletage is of particular interest to him. When he takes the Little Drink, he’s almost always snaked his hand up to that tender area, subconsciously. Kneading it like a cat. It’s very arousing to see.
I’m intrigued by all ages, but older men, well, they’re my favorite.
Something about wisdom accrued over time, showing the signs of authentic living, the crow’s feet, the beards, the weathered skin, it all speaks of experience. I like to take them for a Little Drink to glimpse the depth of their souls. Am I looking for a father figure? I’ll leave that up to you to over-analyze.
This people-watching has changed over time. Vastly improved.
In the beginning, I could barely drag Louis out of the house to people-watch; he lived in a kind of terror that he would find someone’s gesture, their voice, so worthy of Life itself that I’d choose that very creature to strike down like the Devil incarnate, just to torture him. Absolutely not my intention. What he couldn’t understand at that time is that people-watching is one of the greatest pleasures we have, mortal or immortal, and not just as a buffet on parade. I tried to teach him that, but it’s something he finally absorbed when he had to set a good example for our daughter.
Back then, I steered us to derelict neighborhoods, looking for the worst among men, so that killing those kinds of people would ease his fragile conscience, but Louis’s gift is his curse in that he finds beauty to an even greater extent that I do, even in the most awful beings. The stench of rats on his breath at the time was proof enough of that.
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