
Louis relates to that…

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Louis memeything by i-want-my-iwtv, Lestat memeything by eternallyfabulousbratlestat [X], inspired by viaticumforthemarquise’s post here.

Master Drabble List
- Bad Dream:I’ll write my character having a nightmare about yours, or vice versa.
For the past several nights I have been having the most vivid nightmares. In the dreams I am mortal again in David’s body- or Raglan’s body, I suppose- and I am running down a great corridor. At the very end there is a grand oak door which I cannot open because my mortal limbs are too weak, but after several moments of shoving the door finally gives way! Louis is on the other side- it’s he who has opened it. He is dressed in the finest formal attire- fitted blazer, fine silk tie, and shiny gold cufflinks pinning his shirtsleeves. His hair is gathered back the way I like it at the base of his neck. Beyond him there is a luminous ballroom filled with our immortal friends and acquaintances: Armand, Gabrielle, Marius, Pandora, Maharet, even Santino and Eric are there. Every single one of them and they halt in their dancing and there is a deafening silence as they stare at me for a short eternity. And then they laugh uncontrollably, pointing fingers at me, at my predicament. I have been kicked out of their exclusive club.
It’s by this time I search wildly for Louis again- you know how dreams are, easy to lose track of people. I find him on Armand’s arm guffawing pitilessly, and the wickedest, most self-satisfied glint in the little imp’s eyes. I am outraged and embarrassed. I storm up to Louis and I grab hold of his well-pressed lapels and shake him. I order him to put a stop to this nonsense, to turn me back already. Let me back in your club.
Then something sharp in my lower back. I twist and see a second Louis, a crueler Louis, has driven a knife straight into me. With his mean lips he kisses me coldly before pulling the blade out. I fall, bleed out, and die right there on the ball room floor with peels of laughter echoing around me.
My dream life has never been very subtle.
Lestat is not amused, Louis!
Twilight is definitely not literature! XD
Thank you Parle Productions for giving us this meme – it was too perfect to resist~
Taken from the opening of: Interview With The Vampire – The Vampire Crackicles!
That Dj Dead Space was wearing Dead Space space suit.
P.S.: Congrats to all those who can read that text…

a Botticelli angel in chalk? maybe… [by Rod Jenkins]
merciful-death: #[ Lestat commissioned it so he can step on Armand’s face whenever he leaves the house ]