#lioncoeurts | meme.

[lioncoeurts]

12. think about every night (day) before falling asleep.

A  MOMENT  IN  TIME  THAT  THEY          .    .    .

In the fleeting moments before the inescapable slumber, when I figure my Hell's Bells would chime to signal the approaching dawn, my body slackens in the darkness of the coffin (or if I were to have it my way, wrapped in Louis' embrace) and I think of everything and nothing; There are the sounds, of course; the undercurrent of life and vitality. The restful heartbeats of the mortals still sleeping soundly in their beds across the city, the rustle of scurrying rats in the garbage. The bells of St. Louis Cathedral. I think of Gabrielle, of Marius and Armand. Of Claudia's pretty blue sash and golden curls. Of Louis' eyes. The undoubted splendour of the sky as the faintest glow of the sun's rays begin to emerge.

And then I dream.

[symphonyofmalice]

3)  sender takes receiver’s hand and kisses their wrist,  lingering there to feel their pulse against their lips. / @lioncoeurt

((niche kiss meme)) @lioncoeurt

When Lestat kisses Nicolas’ wrist, there is a flicker of apprehension, so brief a human observer would have missed it. For just a moment, Nicolas took in a breath, his spine stiffened, his hand twitched as if to pull away, an expression of dull fear crossing his face like a cloud over the moon. And just as quickly as it arrived, it’s gone again. Nicolas himself makes no comment, seems not to notice it at all. 

[lioncoeurts]

01.     wish they could live again.

A  MOMENT  IN  TIME  THAT  THEY          .    .    .

Perhaps one of the many untroubled nights in my beloved townhouse in the Quarter; Louis abandoning himself to our little re-enactments of the plays performed on the stage, entirely for Claudia's amusement. Her pleased laughter at my playing of the pianoforte. The evenings our contented well-dressed trio prowled the waterfront locales, feasting on the spoils of the bayou. To hear her laugh...

It's a little unremarkable, really (and remarkable is what you have come to expect from me; something fantastical and miraculous), but isn't it the collection of such memories that make up the grand sum of our immortal lives? I think of those years, and I'm miserable and irrepressibly happy again.

[lioncoeurts]

"Of course I am grateful to have you. Who else would bombard me with fine clothes and ceaselessly disrupt my reading?" A glint of mirth shimmers in his eyes, before a soft flicker of sobering melancholy. "I've spent too much of my life missing you. I am thankful, now, for every moment."

Tell my muse/s, anonymously or not, why you are thankful to have them in their lives and see how they react.

How it had practically pained Lestat to forbid himself the elation of letting his tears fall, to smear and stain his cheeks, already beautifully ruddied in the old mortal way by the glut of the evening's hunt, skin flushed with the dying heat of their recently spent passion.

Stirred by such a poignant confession that was almost too powerful to contemplate, his gaze is misty, reddened, long fingers curling inadvertently into the silken sleeve of his robe, arms loosely folded around himself there upon the ruined bedcovers, where he sits on his knees like a child. "---Well." A reverent breath leaves him, and with a slight nod of silent understanding, he offers a little smile; a response of found solace, signalling the very sustenance gained simply from Louis' presence, his very being. The other half of his dark and terribly impetuous soul.

[lioncoeurts]

after 2 years of not being in the vc rp space, i've made a somewhat hesitant return...? i missed writing my beloved lestat too much to stay away any longer.

to those of you who were following me on my previous blog (lioncoeurt, rip), thank you for jumping back into this madness with me!