who in the world would dare do such a thing he belongs to you and you alone. what will you do once the culprit is caught.

♛Try telling him that. That he belongs to me. I admit I… need a lot of affection and he’s not always in the mood to reciprocate so I have to seek it elsewhere… but that doesn’t mean I love him or need him one little bit less.

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*huffs* The punishment will fit the crime and the criminal. Louis got a tongue-lashing. Verbal. He lashed back. It was a stalemate. We reached the same mutual understanding we always reach in such disputes, which is to say, nothing was resolved explicitly but we’re sleeping in the same coffin tonight so… win!  

greetings. my name is Princess Nicole I am fascinated with Lestat. he intrigues me.

♛ Is “Nicole” your family name? So bold to name a child “Princess”!  Alright, alright… I’m kidding, love.

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What is it you find the most fascinating about me? My physical beauty? My fashion sense? My refusal to surrender in the face of adversity? My knack for creating adversity? 

And let’s not forget the fangs *grins widely* I bet it’s the fangs. People who know what I am almost always want to see and touch the fangs, as if they’re the definitive proof of my supernaturalness. Anyone with the time and the money can get fangs made by a fangsmith. It’s not that special.

The proof is when I scoop you up and we shoot up into the sky to see the citylights from above. Few mortals can actually handle such physicality and I’ve had more than one passenger “toss their cookies,” as they say.