Like mine. You ever gonna take me up on that invite? 😉
♛Ever?!It’s been five days, child! Have you considered that I am a Rock Superstar and might have a packed schedule trying to catch some facetime with the Pope while he’s in the US?
Think of my perspective: if I say yes to you, I have to say yes to everyone, and there are only so many hours in a night. Perhaps I’ll have to visit unannounced to take you up on your offer privately.
Further, watching a lion kill is nothing like watching a vampire kill. Lions do not, to my knowledge, have long drawn-out evenings with their victims, plying them with charm, drinking in their last hours, before spiriting them away to an alley to suck a gallon and a half of blood out of them. And then trying to find the best way to dispose of the mortal coil that’s left over. I need to make friends with a cannibal like Dr. Lecter to take care of that aspect…
I can’t even convey to you how twisted my victims can be. I detest sex offenders and yet, since by nature they work alone, they’re easier to draw out than drug dealers, who tend to have a whole entourage these days.
You don’t want to be around sex offenders. You’re too precious for that.
My confession, since I began reading the VC I am somehow not afraid of the dark anymore and I found out that I can deal with death better now.
♛I told Gabrielle, “We are the things that others fear, Remember that.” It’s an empowering concept.
I always had a high tolerance for what others consider distasteful, but it definitely escalated after I was turned. I threw up my own blood and then found myself relishing the taste of it, licking it off the stone floor near a pile of dead bodies that resembled me! I scooped up a rat and studied its paws in front of retail people!
I’m glad to have shed light on things that frighten(ed) you. Glad to have led you away from fear of the dark, and of death. Not everything in the darkness wants to be there. The things in the dark, they might yearn for the light. They might not be trying to be deliberately harmful to those who wander into their territory. Things that kill may not always do it out of malice. It’s a Savage Garden. Bad things happen that are inexplicable. It’s possible to live in fear, but isn’t living for life itself better?
Being wary is good, but if fear hold you back, it’s freeing to let the unnecessary fears go. Fears that aren’t constructive to living.
ooc; AR has a way of choosing subjects that are difficult and unpacking them, taking the reader along, guiding us through it. Originally it was to work out her own fears, probably, and that’s why the first few novels were so strong.
♛Ye gods, you really don’t want to write your essay! There’s nothing you could offer me to do it for you, even “the sex.” I wouldn’t want to deprive you of the sense of accomplishment you’ll feel when you’re done with it. Which really, to some people, is better than sexual gratification.
(FYI there are plenty of naked horny bodies shoved at me without the essay requirement.)(I mean I already wrote 9 novels and another is in the works, I’ve paid my essay payments! My “essays” are what got me so much damn attention, don’t you want to hone your own skills and be in as much demand as I am?!)
Or are you… do you mean my ass? It’s so strange that pinching, smacking, really any touching of the butt is so much fun to do. What reaction are we looking for when we do it? Anything! A jump, a giggle, but really I think we’re trying to motivate (or figure out whether there’s a chance of) sexytiems.
Louis says he hates it when I do any of that to him but it so often leads to a good result that I can tell you he’s sending mixed messages on that *winks*
I love it when he pinches my cheeks. Face or otherwise.
♛It’s a great question, and one that puzzled me for a long time. You have it slightly off, though.
My hair didn’t become longer after I was turned. It was wavy, almost curly, and just past shoulder length and it still is, unless I cut it. It grows back to the length it was when I died. I can’t grow a beard or mustache, however, much to my chagrin and everyone else’s relief. I would have really liked to try the kind Salvador Dali sports *laughs* Sometimes I do apply fake ones for my own amusement. Goatee, soul patch, Tony Stark-esque manscaping, it’s a hobby.
Do I have any theories on this? Well, I didn’t know it would grow back so rapidly (and completely) until my mother had cut her hair. As you may know, during the day it had grown back to the length it was when she died. At the time, after the shock wore off, we did puzzle over it, but we had no one else to compare the experience with, so we assumed it was like all of our other inexplicable physical abilities: increased speed, strength, the ability to hear thoughts. Just another piece of the mystery of what we had become.
Knowing what we know now, I would offer that our special hair growth (and the fact that it maintains the texture it had when we were alive) is part of Amel’s irrational fusion with us.
In case you aren’t familiar with dearest Amel: we, as a species, all share a piece of the one great entity that is him, he’s our spiritual parasite. He connects us all together.
When we give the Dark Gift, our fledgling takes an invisible piece of Amel into him/herself, and Amel gets right to work mapping out their body, unconsciously choosing the things that will work for him, discarding what won’t…
it’s a tingling feeling. Our physical appearance is important to him; he wants to preserve the beauty he finds, and part of that is hair length (this applies to all hair, all over the body… you’ll note that Jesse was groomed for it first).
For if we can remain just as we were when we died, we have the best chance of continuing to exist, feed ourselves/him, and let him experience the world vicariously through us.
♛You might not ever find love. Or it may be right around the corner. Who can tell?
Let go of any feelings of inadequacy for this, if you feel it. Too many people think of life as a series of required chapters or items on a checklist that must be accomplished, and therefore, the failure to achieve them implies a failure in you.
Absolutely not so. “Failure.” “Success.” Let go of these idiotic societal concepts. It’s far worse to settle for having someone in your life who goes through the motions of loving you, but doesn’t. Someone you don’t love. Someone you project your fantasies onto. Someone you want so badly to love you the way you need to be loved. So many people fall into this trap; locked to someone they end up despising sooner or later.
All the loves of my life were found when I pushed past my comfort zone.* One thing is certain, love won’t find you if you close yourself off from the possibility and opportunity. I found Louis in pursuit of keeping my diet strictly evildoer, and there he was, too dignified to do it himself, throwing himself to the wolves in the hopes that they would slay him. Something led me there, among all the other dens of sin I might have gone to that night. Did fate lead me to him? I like to think so.
*Not that I have much of a comfort zone to begin with *shrugs*
But here’s the biggest mistake about finding love: Don’t look for your “other half.” Don’t look for someone to “complete” you. I know that there are codependent people out there in this world who find each other and they do consider what they have to be love (I even tried such myself), and I can’t really fault them if it works for them, but in my experience, that’s a kind of infatuation. To expect someone to complete you is almost to build in disappointment because only you can truly complete you.
The best relationships I’ve had were/are unions of equals. Where each person is whole. Where they have complimentary talents, skills, temperaments. Where they support each other vigorously. Where they push each other, gently, to be better. You have something in you to give. You may not have discovered it yet. Perhaps someone will help draw it out of you.
Even then, lovers may not last forever. Don’t expect someone to stay with you just because you both fell in love with each other once. People change. I have had intense relationships that felt like they would last forever and in fact ended horrendously. I took the pleasure with the pain. I wish I had reconciled with some of my exes better than I did, but I’ve learned from every breakup, I don’t dwell on the past in frustration, instead, I try to take the mistakes constructively. (Okay admittedly I do still beat myself up over certain failures, still. I’m the best at beating myself up. Why let an amateur do it when I can enjoy punishment from a professional? *weary sigh*)
You are whole as you are. Look at your triumphs in this life, look how far you’ve come. Look where you want to go, what you want to do. Give yourself some love.
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