
Toca para mi by Gaara-Not-Found
Sometimes I draw with a real life pen and paper


“I had a dream about you. I dreamed that we were moving through the world together, you and I, and we were both serene and strong. I dreamed we fed on the evildoer as Marius had done, and as we looked about ourselves we felt awe and sorrow at the mysteries we beheld. But we were strong. We would go on forever. And we talked. `Our conversation’ went on and on.”
-Lestat, on Nicolas de Lenfent, The Vampire Lestat
Dear Father,
I regret that I caused you such distress.
I regret that you couldn’t appreciate nor even enjoy my passion.
I regret leaving my mother with you with no one else to defend her.
I do not regret fucking Lestat in the bed I slept in as a boy, as you slept one room over, suspecting nothing.
-Nicolas
Nicolas de Lenfent:
The stepping stone to finding the love of your life for the last two hundred years.
Once, in Paris, after finding Lestat in bed with one of the actresses in the theatre, we had a fantastic knock-down drag-out fight, ending with him sporting a black eye and me kicking him out of the flat.
For three weeks, he slept in his dressing room and busked daily in the boulevard, foregoing wine and any other extravagance in order to buy me more music lessons with Mozart as an apology.
This may not sound like much, but if you know Lestat, you’ll know that the will power required for such a gift was…well, impressive, to say the least.
As for myself… I do not know. I am not one who specializes in romantic gestures. I’m not terribly fond of them.