♛ Hm, I wonder what it would do to YOU… *glances at the device, there’s a crackling sound, steam rises as the batteries melt and the whole thing finally burst into flames*
What’s this sudden fascination in you gray-faced minions in threatening me? *huffs* Everyone adores Louis and you must know by now that we’re… intimately attached to each other. You trying to rid the world of us both?
Even Armand needs me alive and -relatively- mentally stable now! Heavy is the head that wears the crown, indeed.
♛Got a barrage of questions that are so similar in tone and landed in such succession that they are probably from the same gray face. My inbox reminded me somewhat of the rabble under Les Innocents, but the vampires of that filthy cemetery had a little more respect with their choice of questions, as you’ll see.
He says he’s chilled most of the time. Cold isn’t supposed to affect vampires, and yet here we are. It’s probably more psychosomatic than real cold, he usually complains of it more when I start scheming.
No, turtlenecks were a hideous invention. Even the word for them is unappealing. And I like turtles! Just… not their necks, particularly.
Ask @the-talamasca. They probably have more than one, as they have various operations.
No, I prefer it hot and fresh from the writhing source. Blood doesn’t microwave very well, either.
Just the fabulous butt I was born to darkness with! I had done some acrobatics during my time at the theatre.
That’s nasty, and you must think I’m nasty to suggest such a thing to me. *waves it off*
That’s… should I be flattered? I’m sure there’s plenty of porn out there for you.
I’ve taken him around on my motorcycles, and we’ve had intimacy just about anywhere you can imagine. Why are you calling it “humping” now? Lame, as they say. Humping implies a time-consuming, arduous, unsuccessful effort. Banging, fucking, ravishing, these are better words that apply to people who actually have sex, unlike you.
I’ve already technically killed Louis, when I turned him, so that’s done. Fuck Armand because he’s probably got some amazing techniques. Marry Marius because I think we’d look good in the wedding pictures.
*re-reads my own story*: Damn this is some good shit
*gets to the part where I stopped writing*: WTF WHERE’S THE REST OF IT HOW DO I GET MORE
Brain: You’re the author, if you want more you have to write it
Me: *flips tables*
Normally this would offend me but you caught me in a more or less contemplative mood. Lucky for you.
– Hold on. It does offend me.
Yes, I love Louis. I fucking adore him. I worship him. I’m not ashamed to admit it. I have also:despised him, wanted to scream at him until his hands rise up to hide his tears, wanted to beat him to a quivering bloody pulp. Satisfied?
Obviously there was life, well, existence, before Louis. I functioned. I loved. As you probably know already, when I found him, he was trying desperately to drown himself, trying to weaken himself physically, so that someone could more easily take his life… his soul spoke to me before he even saw me, he simply couldn’t kill himself, his passion for life matched my own. I was captivated. He still captivates me.
The fact that we’ve found peace in each other’s arms for so many years is all the more valuable considering the battles we’ve fought against others, time, the world, and (really, most importantly) each other. We still fight – with words mostly now, and it can be vicious. But underneath it all is an undeniable need for each other (not only physical) that overrides… well… everything else.
I think in the last analysis, his happiness is my happiness, and vice versa.
Hamlet: Why is it so hard for some people to stop being assholes?
Horatio: I don’t know, you tell me.
Hamlet: That’s the thing– no matter how hard I try, I can’t stop acting this way. I know how self absorbed I am. I know I can be cynical, jealous, hateful, even abusive at times. I know that I’m privileged to get away with half the things I do. Self awareness is not something I lack.
Horatio: Then what do you lack? Advancement?
Hamlet: Self control. I lack self control.
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