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Sorry for being MIA ! I've been going through it. I hope everyone has been having a wonderful holiday season thus far. If you are up to writing with me, please give me a message & we can figure something out. I'll be on here as soon as I am up to it & can focus. Thank you for being patient with me ~

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— ❝ 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐃, 𝐈 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐎. 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐒 in an instant. Many, in fact, that would be hard to put down. Likely the books that people keep with them when they go somewhere so they can quickly access it. Either it being a physical copy or on their digital ipads. . . do you find that they would be many stories ? . . . because that is what I am thinking too. Us, oh how we would romanticize it, mon cher. ❞  At least, the vampire would. By all means, he finds writing to be a very in-depth thing to do when his moods are off. As he has wrote many biographies prior to their meeting. The thought of their lives becoming more existing to the world, seemed like a pleasing thought. A hand rests on his chin in thought, there was a subtle hum with a happy tune. He really had this thought of a list as to where each chapter could go. Perhaps they should sit down & come up with an outline. He promises himself from here on out to not be overwhelming in this project if they were serious about it. Though Regulus seemed to be talking just to do so, to pass the time as one does. — ❝ It took time to realize as to what you were, but I figured it out after a few times of speaking. I find you very fascinating . . . ❞

"we'd make a fascinating story, i think," a truly publishable tale, if he ever cared to let others know anything about himself. "two creatures who aren't meant to exist, thriving in a world that was not made for them." but as for whether or not regulus feels as though he's thriving, he does not say. sometimes he simply... exists. an existence meant to be extinguished long ago, but refused. "did you know what i was? when you approached me?" or was this, much like regulus' meeting lestat, merely a chance encounter?

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𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐃 when one plays the piano, just as one should be when speaking. He usually thought that every detail was needed when playing the piano but for her ? She could make as many mistakes & he would still feel at ease. As she began to play Moonlight Sonata, the muscles in his body that were once tense soon relaxed. He felt as if she knew that his favorite was that of the Sonata. Did she sit there reading his mind as he tried hard to keep it to herself? What sweet kind gesture on her end to lift his heart in the unusual way and matching the mood with her playing.

Sybelle played with ease, he leaned against the front of the piano, weakly lifting up the hand to play some chords that would go along with the normal playing. They played together with faint smiles & my how he was enjoying himself for once. ❝ You know me very well, Thank you. . . I do apologize for moping around these past couple weeks. Have I known that I would be taking up your time I would have left awhile ago. ❞ As he is still managing to stand on his own two feet. Though, while he played, he remained happy as he has ever been as these dull years do pass. Music is what made him feel alive again, it was nice to know that there was other's who felt the same.

Excited as she was feeling, she had not noticed Lestat's sadness at first. It was rather apparent now in his smile and especially in the particular chords he chose to answer her. Well, Sybelle hoped she could soothe that a little. In her experience, nothing better than music to lift the heart or at least to express your pain, and she fancied he was the same as her. She vowed to be calmer now, as to not overwhelm him. Hopefully there was a number of sonatas that would set the mood right and ground them both. While she could find it hard to comfort one the usual way, she was good at lifting one's heart or matching their mood with her songs.

Of course, her favourite was the Appassionata, but the sheer emotional intensity would not be good for either of them right now.

"There is one I find very comforting..."

Watching for his reaction, small smile upon her lips, she played the first notes of the Moonlight Sonata. Sometimes melancholy had to be expressed and let free. Shared.

(( 4 hands arrangement for the Moonlight Sonata ))

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𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒? Wouldn't that make him more of a collector than that of a seller. Or perhaps it was more of a library situation where books can be sold out for only a limited of time before needing to be returned. He was quite found of libraries, he quite enjoyed them more than he was able to admit to everyone. As most believed he was illiterate & therefore unable to read that of books. It all depends, of course, of the book at hand. Classics were always a good conversations starter for those who do read, as he has read them all in a few sittings. When one lives for as long as they do what more is there to do than read ? — ❝ I usually am not much of a reader myself but I do think a friend of mine would enjoy this .... shop. Where is it ? ❞ 

Not one would sweet Louis take time to handle the book with care but perhaps he would find more people to talk to than be cooped up in the silence of his home. The brat prince worried for his fledgling. Worried that he too would be in the guilt of being what he was & not find joy in his life anymore. A little book shop seemed reasonable. The demon before him must know of entertainment in this city, if he so chose to take up his time to be helpful. ( for once, the vampire placed a hand on his hip while he waited. ) — ❝ I find books to be a good passing of time but only for a very limited way. . . . I am impressed about those who see pictures in their mind when I can only see words as hard as I try. What of you ? What do you do to . . . . pass the time ? ❞ 

"𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍?" @bratprinced

❛   ────who, me? nah, not really. that's really more a friend of mine's er-.. thing. ❜ words trail away thoughtfully. though his voice remains cool, the mind ponders the term as it is uttered. A FRIEND; that was what the angel was to him, wasn't it? ( 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚢, ) but an enemy for over six thousand years made for a sort of friend, didn't it?

crowley rather decides that it does, it some manner or another.

he turns his gaze back to lestat, and arches a brow: ❛   so fond of books actually, they built an entire shop in soho to pile them all up in. that's to say: he's a bookseller, who doesn't actually sell anything to anyone. can't say i understand the appeal, but to each their own. ❜ though the smirk coiling into the hollow of a single cheek tells a very different tale of appeal.

the devil snorts, and redirects his train of thought to the original subject, ❛   why do you ask? ❜

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it's so beethover / we're so bach

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↪     𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 , 𝑰'𝑴 𝑨 𝑭𝑬𝑾 - ᶰᵒ ᶠᵃᵐᶤˡʸ ˒ ᵗᵒᵒ . 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑎𝑚 𝑖 ?    (  a  series  of  sentence  starters  from  season  1  of  “ orphan black ” .   adjust  phrasing  as  necessary . will be updated !  )

i wanna see [ name ] .

well , that's not fair , is it ?!

oh my god , you look like crap .

i didn't miss your birthday , did i ?

something really weird just happened at the train station .

what the hell is wrong with you ?

listen to me , [ name ] , i'm only gonna ask you this once .

oh , i'm fine by the way , thank you .

get in the car .

when you don't give a damn , i get pissed .

you'd better be ready . are you ready ?

you're sure as hell overdressed . what , were you out all night or something ?

this shit is as hard as it gets . but you've gotta stop making it worse .

i panicked , what do you want me to say ?

i'm kidding . where's your wit gone ?

you don't have to babysit me , dipshit .

i know this thing's got you all twisted up , but try to forgive yourself .

[ name ] , open the goddamn door !

yeah , the last thing i am is special .

[ name ] , where have you been ?

where have i been ? uh .. long story .

oh , jesus , are you alright ?

you have a few words , [ name ] ? anything you want to express ?

plead your mercy & your pity .

love is imperfection itself .

say it . go ahead , say it's my fault .

who the hell are you ?

of course not . you think we'd let that happen ?

i'm at home , you've got it all wrong .

you know what ? don't . i'm going to ignore that .

i'm worried you're losing the plot again .

sorry , i've got ... i've got a lot of work to do .

i mean , what am i supposed to do ?

you don't have to take this on .

i can't keep waking up every night , checking your breathing , worried you're mixing your meds , booze ... god knows what else .

i knew it was too good to be true .

why would you help such a stupid plan ?

i'm not going to play [ name ] in the middle .

i'm not dirty , i just freaked out .

if there is another version of this story ...

walk me through it again . so i know you won't crack under questioning .

you're making me nervous .

finally ! where have you been ?

who am i speaking to ?

how did you find me ?

idiot . do you even know who you're talking to ?

i don't care who you are .

nope , that is not my responsibility .

go , & wait for a call .

what i'm trying to do is move on .

we have known each other for awhile now , [ name ] .

i nailed it , man . every detail .

come on , [ name ] , give me a little love here !

you know , my skin just breaks out every time i leave downtown .

whoa , hey , [ name ] - you always do this to me !

i don't do backup , i don't even know what backup is !

i got stuck , i was running from my own shit .

i'm not giving you shit 'til you give me some answers .

don't ! do not shoot me , please !

seriously , it's life or death .

am i going insane ?

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𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃𝐒, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄.

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The fact that Lestat absolutely adored Claudia & thought of her as his own daughter really broke me today. He really believed that she was just like him . . . come to find out that they were a little too alike.

Lestat loves buying things, he is a strong believer in retail therapy. I do not know how he has endless pits of money but he does. He will buy people gifts to get out of an argument. He will also buy himself something right after said argument to make himself feel better. He enjoys online shopping as well as going to the stores, filling up those little baskets that stores have available at the front, and window shopping. Modern technology is dangerous for someone like him because of all the adds. If he sees something he likes; ( ex. a pair of shades or a blanket ) he'll buy it.

Lestat is uncomfortable when he's not the center of attention. He also laughs when he is nervous & or uncomfortable. ( which happens all the time. Do not ask him anything serious, he'll just laugh . . . well for the most part. ) As an actor, he is also extremely dramatic, as everyone knows . . . . but considering he must be the center of attention he shows himself in a theatricality & exaggerated way. Even with his story telling !

buuut I do think he believes his looks are mid. Not that it's a bad thing, he does have a coincided personality trait & extreme vanity but despite that he think he's one of the most conventional looking vampires. He believes that there are much more interesting & beautiful vampires out there, he may just never admit that is all.

He actually really loved the Monastery school & really enjoyed himself. He spent hours upon hours in the libraries reading nothing but old books, rituals, attempted to learn other languages too. He loved the cleanliness & enjoyed how things were kept in a good repair only to carry that on to how he lives now. He appreciates things clean & tidy. He was not good at learning how to become a priest but the least he could do is be good at reading, writing, & keeping himself clean. He even spends hours polishing his coffin & I also think he spends hours cleaning / washing his motorcycles.

Lestat is a dad. I mean he loves puns, he finds them funny. Knock Knock jokes are hilarious. The worse the joke is the better. He even has those stupid joke books around his home so he can pick them up when he is bored & have a good laugh.

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— 𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐓 𝐔𝐏 & 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄 . There was a desperate hope deep within that Armand would soon give in to him & forgive. ❝ Non, that is not all that you are. I do not like this is how you interpreted my words. I assumed we were more alike than I thought but considering you're responding this way, maybe I'm wrong. That's fine with me. mon petit. I do now that there is far more to you than what people believe, than what I believe. You give consideration to those around you, at least to those who mean a lot to you. Which is a very limited amount of those who are lucky to be in your life, who you allow to me. I do hope that I am always one of them. ❞ Fingers creeped up toward inner thigh, the other rested against the arm of the chair. Giving that touch & soft murmurs of French that pleaded him once more.

This play in which he had been on his knees in front of Armand, begging for forgiveness, is a way of giving himself up in a vulnerable state. One that the other has seen quite a few times. Always finding the prince in a state that requires more attention. Is he willing to give up the time just to partake in the attention ? That was up to the other vampire, as he was hurt by the previous conversation.

It was hurt that Lestat easily gave to those who he cared about most because he himself could not stop talking. In a way, talking his way out of things was a good thing but now ? Not speaking at all would be more convenient. My how he felt sorry for himself, this self-pity is demented for depression & that confused him because he was never one to be depressed. It was just like him to only be worried of his self at this time. He didn't want to feel like this anymore & he thought that maybe he didn't either. — ❝ I'm sorry. I really am sorry. I have many things to be sorry about. . . . . & this is definitely one of them. ❞ 

“ simply speaking your mind ? ” a bittered misery sweeps through him. he might admit that seeing lestat crawl on his hands and knees softened him, but for all of his anger this hurt would not be so easily healed. he, like louis, did not forgive as they once did. “ you said i give no consideration to the need's of those around me, lestat. ”

how many years, centuries had he given himself up ? to toil in service of cruel men and master's that caged and starved him ? “ that i submit to no man. ”

he wishes the strength to reject this advance lived in him. it would be no problem at all to shove the brute off of him, to slip away from the groping, but truly the hurt lies in his vulnerable heart and his vulnerable heart wants lestat. it never stops wanting lestat.

“ we need to talk about this, ” is the weakened response when lestat reaches for him, taking great care to comb his hair back from his eyes. he can't stop him. doesn't want to. but the wound throbs and his hand comes up, placed to his chest, flat. “ lestat - is that all i am to you? tell me you know there is more to me than that. ”

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like for a thing.

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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 with the other as there was nothing to say to him until now. A sigh escaped the blondes nose in a way that read irritation. The other was the neighborhood goof ball & barely took anything seriously ( or, at times, too seriously. It was like cold & hot water for this particular being before him. Naturally, he tended to avoid the conversations at all costs but considering the fact that he was becoming some curious natured adolescent, there needed to be boundaries. ) — ❝ . . . . vous êtes ennuyeux, If I have a body in there it would be rotting. I do not keep my kill as I can not drink bad blood. There are plenty of ways to get rid of our waste. Do you ever wonder why Armand keeps that hidden door in the back ? Well, now you know. ❞ The thick French accent remains while he speaks, a hand on his hip. He awaits the truth as to why Molloy felt it was needed to snoop into rooms in which his muzzle shouldn't be. In a way, there as a bit of a way he would consider the other impressive. Being able to push past the nerve & the balls to even step foot in the same vicinity of that of de lioncourt.

❝ Ah, The House of the Seven Gables. I am astounded that such a book would peek your interest, monsieur. You don't seem the gothic literature type. I would think you were more of a brooding journalist who enjoyed nothing but the latest gossip in magazines. ( Perhaps he shouldn't judge the boy just yet, he barely knew him after all. ) ❞

@bratprinced said, ❛ Stay out of my room. ❜

Judge, I will neither confirm nor deny these fruitless allegations— ❛ Why? ❜ Daniel asked, somewhat distracted by the book in his hands that his eyes roamed the pages of. Where he got the book, well... ❛ Got a body or something hiding in there? ❜ Finally, he looked up to regard the other, a faint hint of curiosity drowned by his amusement deepened the gaze. Despite having once searched out Lestat decades ago in a wild goose chase, Daniel couldn't really say he had a proper conversation with the man yet. The book closed, he tossed it with a little spin to land on the coffee table between them.

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𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐎 so urgently, it caught him off guard. He was still quite fragile, as he had just gotten most of his energy back not too long ago all thanks to the others playing. She seemed rather excited & that alone also cured him in a way he couldn't describe. They entered this room that seemed rather spacious, it was good for the acoustics of the keys. Admiring the fact that even simply walking on the tile made it echo throughout the room. It was, however, dark & lit with candle lightening, which was a good thing for vampires, naturally. Though how he wish to see this during the day time.  — an impossible thing to see but my how he wished.

Taking a seat, he listened to the cords being played nonchalantly & found the mood to be transformed into something quite happy. It left a tiring smile on his face while fingers pressed against the notes that matched pitch & remained guiding his fingers down the chords to the lowest note possible. The mention of Beethoven made the sad prince feel lifted. ❝ Ah, très bon choix, mademoiselle. I would very much love to play with you. Let me hear what song is your favorite. I find most of his pieces to be quite beautiful. ❞

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"Oh, yes please. Gladly." Sybelle's eyes lit up as she took Lestat's hand and guided him to the grand piano. The duet bench was already installed ; and while she played mostly by ear and memory, there were plenty of score sheets if needed.

As Lestat sat, she was already improvising a few chords to set the mood. Airy, happy. Glad to be here with him.

"I've always wanted to play with you, you know. I think... We should play some Beethoven."

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YOU HAVE NEVER UNDERSTOOD WHERE THE LINE IS DRAWN BETWEEN SACRIFICE & SELF SLAUGHTER . . . independent, highly selective & private portrayal of clarice starling of silence of the lambs. written by ash / they them / 25+. triggering content present & tagged. influences taken from the movies, books & tv series. multiple verses & aus available.

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day 7: lovers

obviously I drew loustat

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