Lestat stormed into the living room, “Louis, is your phone even on?“
Louis, stretched out on the sofa, hardly deigned to look up from his book. “Lestat, we are in the same house, twenty messages an hour of emoticons and ‘Say Yes to the Dress’ commentary hardly seems worth it.”
"Aha! So you have been getting my texts!” Lestat exclaimed. “And ignoring them, you cruel prick.” Then he gasped when he saw that the device in question was sitting right beside Louis’ elbow- in a sad state indeed. A spider web of cracks splayed across the screen. “What do you do- see that I’ve texted and just throw the phone across the room?”
"You know I do not.” The fact of the matter was Louis was just a god-awful texter. A message would chime into his phone and Louis would stop momentarily to read it, think “I’ll get to this later” and then carry on with whatever he was doing- utterly forgetting about the message for days sometimes. It was infuriating to all trying to get in contact with him. Funny that the person it seemed to affect the most was the very same person who could get a hold of him literally at any time of the night with a mere shout down the hall.
“I just bought this for you though!” Lestat snatched up the cracked android and held it in Louis’ face.
Louis swatted him away, “I’m more of an iphone user anyway.”
“Why- because Armand owns Apple now after Steve Jobs?” Lestat joked.
The wicked glint in Louis’ eyes from over the top of his book spoke volumes. And they say I’m a brat!
“Fine!” Lestat went for his coat. “I’ll go out and support your whore of a mistress’ growing empire. But you’re getting the pink one, and you won’t like it, Louis. You won’t like it at all!” Lestat slammed the door and Louis waited until the furious footsteps could no longer be heard on their cobblestone walkway before picking up his phone.
New Message To: Lestat thanx luv you’re the best ❤
“But when she moved towards the man she wasn’t human at all. She had become a pure predator, as only a beast can be a predator, and yet she was a woman…” -Lestat, The Vampire Lestat
"He knew my vanity, and he probably knew that in the early nineties of the twentieth century, Italian fashion had flooded the market with so much shapeless, hangy, bulky, formless attire that one of the most erotic and flattering garments a man could choose was the well-tailored navy-blue Brooks Brothers suit".
This was part of a drawing challenge, the “Favourite Book Character” one also, pencil colors are fun.
Yes, I’m an acquired taste…but, you’re never going to forget how I smoothly pass your lips and dwell within your palette with a dark sweetness you crave over and over.
You choose to ignore any complaints from said fledglings.
You do not listen to opinions other than your own.
You’ve let your fear of solitude push said fledglings away.
You did not give David a choice as to of whether he would become your fledgling or not.
When you have a crisis, you simply leave.
Rather than ever answer my questions personally, you publish the answers in books for the whole world.
You flaunt your many relationships in said books.
You are clingy.
You are possessive.
You are foolish.
You become enraged at unfounded and hypocritical notions.
Your dog makes messes.
You have little thought to any of your actions.
You have no concept of thinking before acting.
You never keep in touch.
You make me worry.
You leave me wondering if you have lost your mind or perished somewhere.
I learn via the publishing of novels that you are not, in fact, dead, but then I truly fear for your sanity when you write of “the miracle of ice cubes.”
I-want-my-IWTV 
Louis, stretched out on the sofa, hardly deigned to look up from his book. “Lestat, we are in the same house, twenty messages an hour of emoticons and ‘Say Yes to the Dress’ commentary hardly seems worth it.”
"Aha! So you have been getting my texts!” Lestat exclaimed. “And ignoring them, you cruel prick.” Then he gasped when he saw that the device in question was sitting right beside Louis’ elbow- in a sad state indeed. A spider web of cracks splayed across the screen. “What do you do- see that I’ve texted and just throw the phone across the room?”
"You know I do not.” The fact of the matter was Louis was just a god-awful texter. A message would chime into his phone and Louis would stop momentarily to read it, think “I’ll get to this later” and then carry on with whatever he was doing- utterly forgetting about the message for days sometimes. It was infuriating to all trying to get in contact with him. Funny that the person it seemed to affect the most was the very same person who could get a hold of him literally at any time of the night with a mere shout down the hall.
“I just bought this for you though!” Lestat snatched up the cracked android and held it in Louis’ face.
Louis swatted him away, “I’m more of an iphone user anyway.”
“Why- because Armand owns Apple now after Steve Jobs?” Lestat joked.
The wicked glint in Louis’ eyes from over the top of his book spoke volumes. And they say I’m a brat!
“Fine!” Lestat went for his coat. “I’ll go out and support your whore of a mistress’ growing empire. But you’re getting the pink one, and you won’t like it, Louis. You won’t like it at all!” Lestat slammed the door and Louis waited until the furious footsteps could no longer be heard on their cobblestone walkway before picking up his phone.
New Message To: Lestat
thanx luv you’re the best ❤