Inspired by this post and @i-want-my-iwtv ’s thought that Lestat got his “Kiss The Cook” apron on and makes cookie or something.
(These Lestat’s words are also her idea and I love them: “I make your heart toasty, don’t I?” “I add spice to your life, don’t I?”)
*SWOONS* this is magnificent! ❤
I call this piece Polyamorous Trash Monsters
I’m too old in the fandom now for all the angst, I just want them all unrealistically happy forever.
I’m kind of obsessed with Armand with an undercut, Sheep dear, I think that’s on you
Mortal again? I can barely fathom what such an experience might be like. The answer does come easily enough to me despite that.
First, I would go to Rome and mingle with other mortals that gather around the Colosseum. How enjoyable it would be to join one of the guided tours, listening to a charming guide talk so animatedly about the history of the structure. And I would thrill to stand within it, feeling the sunshine upon me from all sides – Prometheus’ blessing for just one more day! I might get my photograph taken with the men that dress up as Roman gladiators and soldiers. Wouldn’t that be funny? To be standing there in the shadow of Vespasian’s vision with men of this age, the Roman and the would-be Romans?
After that I would find a rooftop upon which a hastened studio might be put together. Then I’d paint and paint and paint by the light of the sun, in such a fervor, until the setting sun stole too much illumination for me to continue. I fear such an event might leave me obsessed for such a chance. Why, I might very well rest my body there upon the ground near those canvases until the sun had risen again, if just to take full advantage. I don’t think it’s avoidable. To see those colors by the light of day again, to memorize them anew rather than trust to distant memory, I couldn’t help myself.
I’d probably act as a glutton too. Feasting upon the treats of chocolate, coffee, the Italian foods that are as much as a visual feast as they are a physical one. And wine. Plenty of wine. Or perhaps I ought to avoid it. I suspect if I got my hands upon wine I’d get too intoxicated in the morning to get anything done and the opportunity would be wasted by a drunken Marius.
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We’ve had plenty, to be honest. I don’t think I would be able to pick just one so I’m just going to ramble a little.
I liked it when Daniel was still a mortal trying to share his hours between sleep and being with me, when I could see that he was tired but that he was doing his best to be a good company for me. I had told him that his nights were mine and so they were. He fell asleep on my shoulder countless times, nuzzling into my neck and whispering my name in his sleep, I found it to be utterly adorable and I still think about it when I need to cheer up or when I don’t have him by my side.
I liked it when he came back to me after months apart, full of passion and need, we would make passionate love for hours. I loved the way I worn him out and caused him to black out – of course I would wake him up shortly after, the nights were mine and he could sleep by day.
Taking him to the couch, holding his hand, placing tender kisses to his soft skin just because I could. No words, no deep, hidden intentions, just my affection towards him, just the need to have him beside me and to show him that I cared and that I loved him.
I like it when he puts his books down to talk to me, or when we go on walks and talk about the world and forget about the time – what leads us to being close to being caught by the sunset, but we always make it home safely.
Our first kiss after he left Marius’ care and came back to me, the first hug, when I touched his hair and felt his scent. The times when we can communicate through nothing but our eyes, since we can’t use the mind gift on one another. The way he understands me.
I might be getting a little emotional here so I’m going to end the prose, it’s enough.
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