//The complete truth. I do, I wanna kiss his hair. And I respect him so much. Look at me, getting emotional over a fictional character. X/ I need to fall in love with real people for a change.
[Real people aren’t nearly as interesting as fictional characters, and when they are, they are equally vicious and dangerous so it’s hard for me to stay. That’s a difficult situation right there haha. Let me just be surrounded by fictional characters, then…
But the inspiration for a fictional character comes from someone somewhere. An event or even multiple events that we see and can put together to make one being and lifestory for them, so technically when we fall in love with a fictional character aren’t we falling in love with all humanity that resembles those traits?
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Catfight : Lestat vs. Willow (ノ ゜Д゜)ノ ︵ ┻━┻
‘Crap Crap Crap!!!!’ The cat barreled off the desk, causing the papers that were in neat piles to scatter in her wake. That’s it; it was time for drastic measures! She sulked in the corner for a moment, her pride damaged and her fur had lines of…
Willow was suspicious. Lestat never cooed to her unless… Her eyes went wide as she bolted down the stairs. Wriggling her way under the couch Louis was normally on, she waited. This was the one room she’d never seen Lestat flip the furniture of. Who knew? She stayed motionless, calming herself so she could follow the sounds of the blond vampire. She knew better than to think he’d given up the hunt, not after what she’d just done.
♛He had just gotten a few strokes in, emboldened by the very faint purring she could not contain. As Lestat inched closer, she knew the game, and FLED. Gritting his teeth, Lestat collected himself, and then followed her ONCE AGAIN. This chasing nonsense was becoming intolerable. He floated down the stairs as stealthily as possible, listening for her pulse.The sound of her rapidly palpitating little heart was enticing, he might have very much enjoyed draining the life from it under these special circumstances, if he could get away with it sans punishment. Holiday decorations all around the flat served as a reminder that this was not the time to start a war with any of his little coven. However, there were more fun things than killing or bloodletting…With a little thought, Lestat watched triumphantly as Willow was tugged by an invisible hand and suspended in the air, clawing at nothing! Would she care to take a spin? He considered this while settling down below her on the couch, keeping her helplessly treading afloat in midair.The tabby was infuriated. Cats hated two things, being wet and stuck in midair. She’d only learned the last from Lestat and Armand when they could catch her. He’d even had the gall to sit right underneath her on the couch. She thought hard about giving him what humans had termed a “golden shower” but decided against it. One thing she did know was midair was one step away from flying and into what would just be circumstance. ‘I give I give! Put me down or I’ll call Danny!’ Her limits had been pushed. She hung there like a kitten being carried by its mother, waiting to see if Lestat would heed her yield or not.
♛"Well look who’s mood has been elevated?“ Lestat didn’t even try to repress a giggle. The look on her face was one of submission. After floating her for another few minutes to drive the point home, he set her down beside him on the couch and raised a hand tentatively to pet her. Yes, a truce would be most desirable. If Daniel walked in to find them getting along then so much the better. Perhaps Lestat would even give her a sardine or two ❤
Catfight : Lestat vs. Willow (ノ ゜Д゜)ノ ︵ ┻━┻
‘Crap Crap Crap!!!!’ The cat barreled off the desk, causing the papers that were in neat piles to scatter in her wake. That’s it; it was time for drastic measures! She sulked in the corner for a moment, her pride damaged and her fur had lines of…
Willow was suspicious. Lestat never cooed to her unless… Her eyes went wide as she bolted down the stairs. Wriggling her way under the couch Louis was normally on, she waited. This was the one room she’d never seen Lestat flip the furniture of. Who knew? She stayed motionless, calming herself so she could follow the sounds of the blond vampire. She knew better than to think he’d given up the hunt, not after what she’d just done.
♛He had just gotten a few strokes in, emboldened by the very faint purring she could not contain. As Lestat inched closer, she knew the game, and FLED. Gritting his teeth, Lestat collected himself, and then followed her ONCE AGAIN. This chasing nonsense was becoming intolerable. He floated down the stairs as stealthily as possible, listening for her pulse.
The sound of her rapidly palpitating little heart was enticing, he might have very much enjoyed draining the life from it under these special circumstances, if he could get away with it sans punishment. Holiday decorations all around the flat served as a reminder that this was not the time to start a war with any of his little coven. However, there were more fun things than killing or bloodletting…
With a little thought, Lestat watched triumphantly as Willow was tugged by an invisible hand and suspended in the air, clawing at nothing! Would she care to take a spin? He considered this while settling down below her on the couch, keeping her helplessly treading afloat in midair.
Catfight : Lestat vs. Willow (ノ ゜Д゜)ノ ︵ ┻━┻
‘Crap Crap Crap!!!!’ The cat barreled off the desk, causing the papers that were in neat piles to scatter in her wake. That’s it; it was time for drastic measures! She sulked in the corner for a moment, her pride damaged and her fur had lines of wet. She glared at Lestat as he glared back at her. She licked her paw before cleaning behind her ears. Might as well use the water for some good.. Once Lestat had taken his eyes off her she made her move to the bed. Red was his pride and joy and he had a nice comforter fitted on the bed him and Louis shared.
She positioned herself in the middle of the bed and continued cleaning. She felt it coming on. ‘You asked for it.’ Her breath became slightly labored as her little body contracted. .” heh.. heh… hurk”. Well, at least she didn’t need to eat grass to get rid of that hairball.
♛ Finally that little wretch gave him some blessed peace. Smirking to himself, he considered that perhaps she’d learn from her punishment! Or was it truly peace? She’d run up the stairs quite suspiciously… quite… ardently… neither food, litterbox, or – Louis being out hunting – anyone to extract cuddles from up there, so what could she be after?
He pursued her reluctantly, found her hocking up a small – moist – mess on his goreous and fresh 1000 thread count Egyptian sheets. Not that sheets lasted very long anyway, but still, he hadn’t even had the joy of bloodstaining them with anyone even once! This was in no way acceptable.
Trembling with rage, he schooled his tone into a gentle one, cooing some nonsense: “Oh poor baby, feeling better now? Hmmm?” Reaching out, an attempt to pet the infuriating animal, perhaps he could grab her by the scruff and evict the demon before Louis returned.
Willow saw her opportunity. Lestat was at his desk writing with the quill pens he so loved to use. ‘ Annoy Lestat scene one.’ She walked up to his desk and stared at him. When he paid her no mind she immediately decided to stretch on the side of his leg, claws unsheathed. It was her favorite way to start annoying the blonde and usually led to her hitting the ground running or sending a silent plea to Danny to be saved. Sometimes she would have to opt for Louis if Daniel wasn’t close.
♛ Lestat was in the middle of signing a stack of checks, making sure each one had his perfect flourish of a signature. Of course, normally, Louis would handle these financial details, but Lestat meant to keep these purchases secret – at least for now – and, as if sent on a mission, Louis’ little minion was here! Lestat could smell Louis’s scent on the animal, she must have enjoyed a recent cuddle. Infuriating.
“Lucky for you that I don’t snack in the house anymore… You mewling quim!” He smirked at himself, pleased at the little pop culture reference that only Daniel, had he been within earshot, would’ve truly appreciated. Lestat merely glanced at her with an arched brow… he rarely attempted to pet Willow. She would toy with him, letting him reach for her, before jumping away. Why did Louis insist on keeping these creatures that clawed at furniture, knocked over porcelain and glassware, and incessantly whined to be let out, only moments later to be heard crying out pitifully at the door begging for reentry??! Their habits were confounding. How Louis drew any love from the little beasts was similarly puzzling. Dogs were simply lovable, cats were an enigma at best. He grunted and attempted to ignore her.
Willow stared at Lestat for a moment more. ‘Alright, you asked for it.’ She jumped up on the desk, spilling the ink on whatever he’d been writing on. Louis could be heard from the other room. ‘Good. Salvation is close by. Wonder if Harriet is as well?’ The other cat had seemed friendly enough. Willow hadn’t really set a time to pester Lestat; it just happened she was walking by. The blonde vampire looked about to explode at the orange ball staring straight at him now. ‘Do I have your attention?’ she purred.
♛ Ink splashed across all of the checks, effectively ruining them. And the sleeves of his violet Versace shirt. Staring at fingers slicked with black, and sprinkled with cat hair – as if tarred-and-feathered – Lestat trembled with the beginnings of a rage. Oh, this was too much. That conceited little creature… sitting there on the edge of the desk, absently licking her paw and swiping it across her own ear. Was she purposely making eye contact?! It seemed so.
“Willow. You’ve been a very – very – naughty little girl.” Lestat growled, fixing her with a death glare. What to do? Could there be a way to kill her and get away with it? He quickly scanned his memory of the episodes he’d seen of Forensic Files. No animal murders covered. Perhaps he could arrange an accident… for now, he gathered up the ruined papers and stripped his shirt off, balling the whole mess into the bin, contemplating his next move.
The orange tabby watched in glee as Lestat fumed. She loved this game. The stare off had begun and so, in typical cat fashion, she began to bat at the quill pen he’d been using. ’ You don’t need this anymore, do you?’ She thought mischievously, keeping her eyes on him as she knocked it to the floor. Willow was certain that if Lestat wouldn’t anger Louis and Danny by offing her she’d already be on fire. No, he was trying to think of a way to make it look like an accident. His fuse was running short and she could feel it. ‘Your move.’ She wondered if he’d chase her out of the house tonight.
♛Of course she would find the floor a more fitting place for his favorite pen. Of course. It was a gauntlet thrown down; this little orange fluff knew exactly what she was doing and to whom she was doing it to. At that very moment Lestat remembered Daniel’s gift of a spray bottle, to train cats. Lestat had labeled it “Holy Water” and added a number of crosses just for good measure, and potency.
“Get thee behind me, Satan!” Scooping the weapon up gracefully from a side-table, he aimed and fired at will with a gleeful smile of his own.
Willow saw her opportunity. Lestat was at his desk writing with the quill pens he so loved to use. ‘ Annoy Lestat scene one.’ She walked up to his desk and stared at him. When he paid her no mind she immediately decided to stretch on the side of his leg, claws unsheathed. It was her favorite way to start annoying the blonde and usually led to her hitting the ground running or sending a silent plea to Danny to be saved. Sometimes she would have to opt for Louis if Daniel wasn’t close.
♛ Lestat was in the middle of signing a stack of checks, making sure each one had his perfect flourish of a signature. Of course, normally, Louis would handle these financial details, but Lestat meant to keep these purchases secret – at least for now – and, as if sent on a mission, Louis’ little minion was here! Lestat could smell Louis’s scent on the animal, she must have enjoyed a recent cuddle. Infuriating.
“Lucky for you that I don’t snack in the house anymore… You mewling quim!” He smirked at himself, pleased at the little pop culture reference that only Daniel, had he been within earshot, would’ve truly appreciated. Lestat merely glanced at her with an arched brow… he rarely attempted to pet Willow. She would toy with him, letting him reach for her, before jumping away. Why did Louis insist on keeping these creatures that clawed at furniture, knocked over porcelain and glassware, and incessantly whined to be let out, only moments later to be heard crying out pitifully at the door begging for reentry??! Their habits were confounding. How Louis drew any love from the little beasts was similarly puzzling. Dogs were simply lovable, cats were an enigma at best. He grunted and attempted to ignore her.
Willow stared at Lestat for a moment more. ‘Alright, you asked for it.’ She jumped up on the desk, spilling the ink on whatever he’d been writing on. Louis could be heard from the other room. ‘Good. Salvation is close by. Wonder if Harriet is as well?’ The other cat had seemed friendly enough. Willow hadn’t really set a time to pester Lestat; it just happened she was walking by. The blonde vampire looked about to explode at the orange ball staring straight at him now. ‘Do I have your attention?’ she purred.
♛ Ink splashed across all of the checks, effectively ruining them. And the sleeves of his violet Versace shirt. Staring at fingers slicked with black, and sprinkled with cat hair – as if tarred-and-feathered – Lestat trembled with the beginnings of a rage. Oh, this was too much. That conceited little creature… sitting there on the edge of the desk, absently licking her paw and swiping it across her own ear. Was she purposely making eye contact?! It seemed so.
“Willow. You’ve been a very – very – naughty little girl.” Lestat growled, fixing her with a death glare. What to do? Could there be a way to kill her and get away with it? He quickly scanned his memory of the episodes he’d seen of Forensic Files. No animal murders covered. Perhaps he could arrange an accident… for now, he gathered up the ruined papers and stripped his shirt off, balling the whole mess into the bin, contemplating his next move.
Willow saw her opportunity. Lestat was at his desk writing with the quill pens he so loved to use. ‘ Annoy Lestat scene one.’ She walked up to his desk and stared at him. When he paid her no mind she immediately decided to stretch on the side of his leg, claws unsheathed. It was her favorite way to start annoying the blonde and usually led to her hitting the ground running or sending a silent plea to Danny to be saved. Sometimes she would have to opt for Louis if Daniel wasn’t close.
♛ Lestat was in the middle of signing a stack of checks, making sure each one had his perfect flourish of a signature. Of course, normally, Louis would handle these financial details, but Lestat meant to keep these purchases secret – at least for now – and, as if sent on a mission, Louis’ little minion was here! Lestat could smell Louis’s scent on the animal, she must have enjoyed a recent cuddle. Infuriating.
“Lucky for you that I don’t snack in the house anymore… You mewling quim!” He smirked at himself, pleased at the little pop culture reference that only Daniel, had he been within earshot, would’ve truly appreciated. Lestat merely glanced at her with an arched brow… he rarely attempted to pet Willow. She would toy with him, letting him reach for her, before jumping away. Why did Louis insist on keeping these creatures that clawed at furniture, knocked over porcelain and glassware, and incessantly whined to be let out, only moments later to be heard crying out pitifully at the door begging for reentry??! Their habits were confounding. How Louis drew any love from the little beasts was similarly puzzling. Dogs were simply lovable, cats were an enigma at best. He grunted and attempted to ignore her.
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