♛Do I enjoy Christmas at all, you know, my first reaction was Yes, of course, who wouldn’t?!
But, but… this holiday, like others, have been heavily commercialized. Some of the commercials are entertaining, admittedly, but advertisers are cramming it into our faces earlier and earlier on the calendar. It saps some of the real meaning out of it, which should be an appreciation for what we have and a hope for the new year to treat us well, too. Oh, and also, something about some religious figure’s birthday? Yeah, something about that kid born in a barn, too.
Who do I want to catch under the mistletoe? Aside from the usual suspect *cough* Louis *cough*, I hope I get David under there. I have spent too long without his touch, I know he holds back from physical affection when he visits so as not to offend Louis, but he should be aware by now that kissing is a greeting, like a handshake. It doesn’t have to lead any further. Although it cannnnn… And Louis is well aware that I… that my love is not a limited resource; spending it on David -or anyone else- does not mean less for Louis.
As for spending the holiday traditionally sedate or flashy ‘Hallmark’, every year is different. It depends on how well I’m getting along with my kin, how well they are getting along with each other, whether we can have a gathering and the traditional Ugly Sweater contest, so some years we have it very familial, lots of bells and whistles, less of Armand and I snapping at each other, but there are some years we choose to stay with our smaller coven units separately. Even if we’re getting along. Sometimes all you want is to curl up in front of the fire with the one person you love most for a good healing 7 hours or so. That’s the case this year.
One of my favorite Christmas parties was at Night Island, in which we invited a pack of fashionable white-collar evildoers, wined and dined them, and then on my signal (a ringing triangle!), we all pounced, devouring the feast together. What a fantastic mess! Blood spatter everywhere. It was deliciously gruesome, a blood fight is so much more sexual than a food fight. We were all wasted. Daniel passed out from the chemicals of his chosen victims.
Likes/dislikes about Christmas
So many things, but I’ll keep this short for the sake of my -and your- mental health.
A few things I enjoy about Christmas:
Wearing a red velvet Santa suit. Mine’s stylish, no fake belly + beard combo.
Flirting with the shop people when buying gifts for others. Sometimes while wearing the suit *smirks*
A few things I do not enjoy about Christmas:
Honestly I’m tired of buying old books for Louis. We have too many as it is. At this point I think he asks for them to annoy me.
Once is fine, but certain Christmas music on repeat is really detestable. Malls during the holidays are not a happy place for me for this reason.
On that note, I also despise all Christmas music sung by the Chipmunks.
So-called charity organizations who give only pennies to the dollar they receive to the people they are supposedly gathering the money for. Despicable.
♛ Is “Nicole” your family name? So bold to name a child “Princess”! Alright, alright… I’m kidding, love.
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.
We didn’t conceive you in the normal way one comes by a child. I wish I could say you were made in love, but the entire world knows by now that your conception was fueled by desperation–though I’d beg that, at the end of that dark and frightened tunnel was more love than I properly knew what to do with.
So you were born in darkness and desperation. But you quickly became the light around which our lives revolved.
I came here tonight intending to write a passionate discourse about your life, but all I can focus on is your absence. Do you know how keenly I feel it? How keenly we both feel it?
You no longer lie as a chasm between us, as the ghost that haunts every word we utter to each other, every stolen moment or intimate touch. But you are still there. You are not forgotten.
Tonight the flat is covered in flowers for you. They are on every conceivable surface–I went a bit overboard this time, though I’m not sorry for it. …He will chastise me a bit for it, of course, especially because it will overwhelm him, but he is the one who explained to me that we must each learn to grieve in our own way. This is mine.
I’ll have you all know that, in seventy years, I was never unfaithful once to Louis, not even with the pianist. I may have spent time with Antoine, and teased him with the promise of my blood, but I was quite capable of being physically faithful (and incredibly frustrated) for seventy years, goddamnit. And let’s not even get into what a goddamn tease I was up against during that time.
So let’s leave the whole “Lestat’s a slut who can’t keep it in his pants” thing alone for a mere week, shall we? It’s Christmas, damnit.
#headcanon accepted
Not gonna retire my #manwhore de lioncourt tag, but this sentiment is very sweet ❤
— “The headcanon about Armand being popular on vine made me think “can you
imagine Armand saying ‘do it for the vine’” because I imagine it would
be the most aggressive thing in the world, like how normally it’s just a
friendly-aggressive “do it for the vine” but Armand would be like inner
demon vampire coming just shouting “DO IT FOR THE VINE!” And then
smacking the phone off the other persons face“ (bloodstainedcherub)
— “//Someone needs to seriously draw this because this is perfect. Just imagine Armand doing that to Lestat….” (vagabondangelchild)
— “Guys.. Don’t do this to me… *slowly grab the sketch book* ô_O” (chrissydeath)
— “//*slowly pushes a pencil in your direction*//My friend just told me that Marius would think Lestat and
Armand had interests in gardening, and give them potted vines. (if
things like that exist)“ (vagabondangelchild)
I HAD TO DO THIS! And it was a huge fun. :’D Hope you guys like it~
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