Looking back on it now, despite my moral conflict over the idea of bedding such a youthful body, and concerned about my failing in being able to deliver any satisfaction to Lestat with mine, I do regret not engaging in that intimacy with him back then. It would have created all manner of additional difficulties for us.
The friendship we shared certainly couldn’t have survived the encounter without becoming something deeper. I did want Lestat, no shame in saying so, and if I had given in to my desire for him then I doubt recovering from it would be an option. He has been (mostly) careful about engaging me in attempts for intimacy since my turning. Out of respect for me or due to his own concerns, I cannot say.
He is dangerous for me. By giving into my lust even once I fear that I would become fixated on exploring it further. And since I cannot even promise that any such attempt wouldn’t end in disaster, who knows whether it will ever come to pass.
David was going to throw you a lovely party but someone set fire to the cake.
Aw thank u kindly, a true gentleman to provide a lovely cake with ribbons of icing, is that meant to be Baked Alaska? Oh, it’s not, is it, *ahem* I think I found the culprit…
GDI LOUIS THIS IS WHY WE CAN’T HAVE NICE THINGS. Have us sleeping in the field like CATTLE.
♛ Well time is running out, then! Each day that ticks by is one too many *begins searching for an agent contact for Springsteen for a private performance*
The Dark Gift does work wonders on people of a certain age, ma petite fleur. Mother Gabrielle was quite physically improved in at least one area that I devoted no small amount of description to… in color and shape and size, her “girls” improved! I could go on, of course, but you’ve seen her, you know her beauty is second to none. (ooc; paging viaticumforthemarquise <3)
I also find that older gentlemen bring something to the table that the bright-eyed and taut-fleshed of youth lack; these others have a sensual comfort in their own skin, a deeper rumbling in their voices, and more, earned through a lifetime of experience.
I won’t go into the further romantic advantages in detail, but suffice it to say, David missed out on a grand-little-adventure-within-our-adventure. His loss, entirely, to deny sharing himself with me in that way. Fortunately, he has made it up to me, (and continues to do so) over time >;} (ooc; paging the-gentleman-chronicler <3)
The best thing about being a vampire, in my humble opinion, is the fearlessness. There’s a sense of freedom as an immortal that I never felt even in passing as a living man. I can see why so many young vampires behave recklessly when given this new lease upon their existence; consequences are marginal if one can manage to relinquish all traces of their morality as a fresh born killer. I lived in and with many fears towards the end of my life. The reality of becoming a man constructed of fragile bones and weakened organs made it immensely difficult for me to fully enjoy myself without being preoccupied by these concerns. Now I experience no fear — with certain exceptions.
The worst thing about being a vampire, which is also specific to perhaps only myself, is not just the need to seek blood. That remains an issue for me that I need to work through. What bothers me more is the inconvenience of daytime sleep. It’s forced narcolepsy. I cannot wait for the passage of time where I am finally able to remain awake without the sun dragging me into slumber. Thus far I’ve managed to pass out over my desk, inside the foyer, and halfway upon my bed. It’s not graceful or with any kind of dignity. And since someone (Lestat) thinks it’s entertaining to leave me in such awkward positions, I tend to dread the time leading up to dawn for just that reason.
Oh, my dear David. It’s your reaction waking up the next night that is utterly entertaining to behold. Start sensing when it’s time to sleep, quit reading or entertaining your company, here or at home,fast enough and you might save some dignity by falling into slumber on a bed rather a desk chair, floor, or other various ways I’ve found you..
Should I list them completely?
I’m sure your visitors would love to imagine the awkwardness of it all.
Don’t you dare or I shall never speak a word to you again.
There are a few major mysteries in this world. Easter Island, Stonehenge, the Pyramids of Giza, chupacabra.
Another is what the vampire known as David Talbot gets up to in the privacy of his bedroom. Only a few individuals have discovered it. None of those three are Lestat.
So let’s not give him any hints. For his own sake.
I-want-my-IWTV 