*Suddenly imagines Lestat complaining about the kitty hair on his new furniture*
“Are these a snack, mon cher? If you intend to keep all 10 of them as pets in our home, there will be consequences.” (*internally screaming* bc CAT HAIR ON RED VELVET CRIMINAL ACT)
Louis: “All eleven, you mean. This is Marcel, Jolie, Henriette, Murielle…what? Do you have a name preference? Cherie, Richelieu, Christophe…”
“Eleven, you say?” Lestat assumed a nonchalant pose to mask the inner turmoil, his annoyance at the transgressor sharpening into wit. “Perhaps we should enforce all dark-haired creatures in this house to wear collars, so we can better tell them apart.”
Harriet is the most understanding being I have ever had the pleasure to know. She’s perfectly understanding of my requirement for distance at times, followed by her presence upon my lap when it is wanted. She also “gets” my humor.
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.
ooc; Thank you so much! I can’t speak for everyone of course, but for myself, no, that much plotting doesn’t usually go into it. With that thread with primusdux, we’d just decided to do a catatonic-post-Memnoch thread and go from there. Some threads are even more spontaneous, ie the mortal!Louis thread I have going with gorgeous-fiend, which we didn’t plot out in general and just happened.
Every now and then a thread will come up where further plot is discussed prior to it happening (generally with a character that’s obviously much stronger than Louis and might bring him harm; which I generally give the other RPer permission to do whatever because I love torturing characters I love), but I tend to usually just go with the flow. I’ve not sent my replies to people prior to posting them and haven’t honestly had anyone do that to me either.
Morning sex with soft touches under the sheets and slow, hot kisses peppering jaw lines and lazy thrusts covered by whispered “I love you“‘s and small gasps
merciful-death: #mon coeur #[ Louis and Lestat when the sun begins to rise ]
I-want-my-IWTV 