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After staying away from this blog for almost four months, I’m considering in coming back, once again. I’ve been feeling so out of inspiration lately, and I’m truly deeply sorry for those roleplaying partners who I left, for such a long time. I hope you guys do understand <3
Lestat in The Tale of The Body Thief, pg. 273
no one is immune to this question
Le château de Franconville-aux-Bois, situé à Saint-Martin-du-Tertre dans le Val-d'Oise (France)
Armand disposed of his bodies responsibly. So it was, that he was burying the dismembered arm of a white-skinned man deeply into this dumpster, whilst making sure not to get a single drop of blood onto his clothes. He’d had a particularly nice pair of skinny jeans, and they fitted him so well, he just had to try them out.
So it was, that he wasn’t particularly paying attention to the empty urban alleyway. Whatever it was, he didn’t care right now. The vampire was busy.
Hadn’t been long the time since Lestat headed to the Upper East Side, Lord knows why.
Perhaps some sort of distraction? He would certainly find something that would suit his taste, and the blond was fully sure about it. Yet, he couldn’t expect to see such a lurid scenario: The so charming fiend burying the remains of a once-alive being, in a piece of wasteland.
His smirk grew wide, somewhat of a guilty pleasure, at the sight of such arrangements.
“Oh my, I didn’t know you actually bothered in providing special burials for the victims of your thirst, my dear Armand.”
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wait no what are you doing following back -flails at the lestat-
//Aww because you seemed to be a very adorable lil person!
And I wasn’t mistaken about that
What he said about eating made sense. “I suppose you are right. How silly when you tell it just like that,” she responded with a nod and tried to wipe away her tears. “I guess I never thought of it so… poetic before.” She sighed and withdrew from Lestat once again.
Katrina thought for a moment. “Will I ever be as beautiful and graceful as you are, Monseiur? I could only to ever be half,” she said and tried to smile. These were unusual circumstances indeed. “I didn’t try to hurt anyone, I swear. I just wanted to love and be loved is all. I…” There was no more use for words because they wouldn’t help.
Dawn was approaching as the moon was settling on the horizon. “Should we go, then?”
The blond sighed softly, feeling truly triumphant as he had finally calmed the lady down. Letting slip a quite muffled laugh at her comment, he held her chin gingerly with his fingers, staring with tenderness at her. “You already are extremely beautiful and graceful, mon coeur. And you shall get more powerful and even more enchanting over the years.” He smiled affably at Katrina, wrapping one of his arms around her shoulders as he walked away with her. “And you are loved. Not only by me but also by all the humans who you’ve already met in your mortal life. And you shall be loved forever, carrying joy and liveliness everywhere you go, but with only once difference: you’ll do it in this new form of yours.” Lestat tried to maintain his tone soothing and comfortable as he kept walking by her side, pondering if they should go to his old construction in the surroundings of Paris or if they should do something that he truly abominated –dig a quite deep hole on the ground and sleep wrapped by the Mother Earth, until they were blessed with the veil of another moonlight.
“You have a wonderful name,” the girl complimented, blue-grey eyes shimmering with intrigue. Her smile grew slightly as she straightened her posture, a habit drilled into her brain by her debutante mother, and declared, “My name is Jordan Raimondi.”
“And so is yours.” The blond bowed lightly, kissing the top of her hand as he smiled widely, staring at the chair by her side. “May I have this seat? I am completely exhausted. You have no ideas how many times I’ve circled this whole salon.”
Her head tilted ever so slightly, black and blue-ish purple curls falling over her bare shoulder. “But of course,” She responded softly. As the blond took his place, Jordan mused aloud, “This truly is magnificent house.”
“Indeed it is, ma chérie. I would say it belongs to the 19th century; a quite suitable place for such event, don’t you agree?” The cerulean hues of the blond stared at the youth by his side, the affability overflowing as the usual.
"I spy..." Claudia began as she thought carefully while looking around at the human's in the crowd.
The blond glanced curiously at the little youth, opening a half smile at her, truly proud of seeing his little child being focused, almost predatory, within the humans. She had the countenance of an innocent child, indeed, but there was also something impetuous about her. “What do you mean, ma chérie? What do you spy, precisely?”
Lestat’s sudden actions took her by surprise, her words had been said a bit thoughtlessly so such a reaction from him wasn’t expected. None the less, his words made her smile with happiness, the fact that he wanted to wear the locket as much as she did made the situation so much better. “We will all look so wonderful wearing them! Louis will cherish it as much as we will, if not more.”
“And I truly don’t doubt it, my dear.” He smiled affably at the little creature, placing his hand with tenderness on the top of her head as he stroked it slightly, standing up once again. “Well well, so shall we come back home, then? Louie must have arrived already. Oh my, this became something unexpectedly exciting!” The blond mused cheerfully as he walked by Claudia’s side, his smile, as wide and bright as ever.
Bug: You bug me sometimes.
“Oh my, I suppose you’re being euphemist with the sometimes.”
“You only bother me when I’m awake, Lestat.”
“Or when I was close to Akasha, I suppose. My my, you jealous creature.”
“No one is close to Akasha.” He nearly sneered. “She isn’t capable of such things.”
“Oh, is that so? I must vehemently disagree, then. Perhaps she was, but had a quite dreadful way of demonstrating it. And you also don’t seem to be capable of such things, mon chéri. Perhaps it’s the quite advanced age, I suppose?” The blond crossed his arms as he smirked slightly, with a soft touch of irony and his typical playful tone hovering in the air.
When he laughed Vera smile and playfully bumped her hips with his, “Shush up.” She says in a playful tone before her focus went towards what was in the fridge, but there was noting appetizing to her, which made her lips twist up in disapproval.
She closes the fridge and turn to meet his gaze, her eyes widened slightly when he spoke of er possibly being more powerful than the ancients. Quickly she shook her head at the suggestion, “I doubt it. I am not skilled in this and even if I was, I am one-hundred percent positive they would ave the upper-hand if all came down to psychical altercation. But I’d go out with one hell of a fight, mon ami.” She winks playfully and giggles softly.
Feeling strong arms around her shoulders made her eyes flutter close and rest into his hold, her own arms coming to wrap around his torso, “Lestat, don’t say such words. You’ll ruin my make-up.” She giggles softly.
“Oh, is that so?” Lestat’s tone had something of teasing, as the usual. “However, I truly don’t doubt it. You are truly powerful my dear, and I’m telling this because I can not only feel but also smell it. There’s something different in your scent, yet, I cannot affirm what it is, but it’s certainly unique.” He raised both eyebrows in the end of that sentence, sneering slightly at his beloved friend.
“And then I am the emotional one here.” The vampire let slip a muffled laugh at this sweet irony, turning to face his friend. “But I do mean it. Have you ever considered in searching for, not help, but perhaps the answers? I am burning with curiosity, I must admit it.”
St. Paul’s Cathedral - Mdina, Malta
