JVanRyn In reply to preternaturaIIy [2016-06-20 05:20:56 +0000 UTC]

(Hello there. I just want to say that I really love your account so much and I happen to be a huge fan of Anne Rice's vampire books and I love Lestat as a character. I know it sounds strange but I read so many of your roleplays with other people and I was wondering if I could participate, if you don't mind. Do you accept different fandoms in rp? I just haven't really roleplayed with my character in so long. My name is Jordan, by the way.)

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idiocrasis In reply to JVanRyn [2016-06-27 02:21:42 +0000 UTC]

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JVanRyn In reply to idiocrasis [2016-07-02 18:41:03 +0000 UTC]

(Awesome! That sounds great! I would like to roleplay it in the notes instead. Either way, I'm very excited and Lestat is my favorite character from the anne rice books. My character is harry potter related but I enjoy multi-verse roleplaying so I hope you don't mind. My cahracter is a young witch who just graduated.)

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douxbaisemain In reply to preternaturaIIy [2016-01-13 21:03:39 +0000 UTC]

ooc i still ship them ok

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preternaturaIIy In reply to douxbaisemain [2016-01-13 21:22:58 +0000 UTC]

ooc i dO TOO TBQH
well i have a lot of muse so if u wanna do smth w/ that (;

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penitential In reply to preternaturaIIy [2016-01-13 20:09:47 +0000 UTC]

forgive us our trespasses. in hindsight, this is not my best work, but- cUT ME SOME SLACK, OK, I HAD NO IDEA HOW TO START THISWith a soft sigh, Jonathan leaned forward against the edge of the bridge, propping his arms on the stone rail, silently watching the inky blackness of what this city called a 'lake' move beneath the dull shine of the moon... It was an icy-cold night, and for as weak as he was, he oughtn't be out so late; his cheeks and nose had long since turned a bright pink in the cold, and he shuddered, slightly, as the breathtakingly cold breeze fluttered through his tousled brunette mop... (So much for any semblance of what Nicki has done to it.) This was weird, he thought... When had it become weird simply to be alone~? Well, he had, after all, obtained quite the habit of never being seen without his British companion. And for one reason or another, this was one of the very few times that he was not. Nickolas was, in fact, most definitely still a promiscuous shit, even if Jonathan had done his best to prevent any killing by offering up his own blood. And as much as Nicki's pride would've probably preferred it, he couldn't babysit the hunter 24/7. Jonny had told himself that was fine, as he did still have a job to do, and Nickolas was one of the main reasons that he hadn't been...

Not that that was what he was doing, even now~

He felt... ill... It wasn't homesickness, as they'd only just recently been out to the farm -- no matter how much the dirty water below him reminded him of how superior the bright blue streams splashing down over the mountain rocks were... And this wasn't guilt, which had become commonplace in his existence with Nickolas. No, confusion, that's what it was. The whole situation was dizzyingly confusing... Questions as to what this meant, and what that meant -- a desire to give in completely and take the affection for what it was, but a simultaneous wariness as to the vampire's intentions. It was wearing at his livelihood, needless to say, and cold as it may be, he very much needed the silence and the solitude, just to pull himself back together... The cold was like a splash of water in his face, and he was grateful for it.

Jonny lifted his head, suddenly, and glanced to his right with blinking, almost startled chocolate-brown eyes. It wasn't as if it were unusual for people to pass by on this bridge, even for as late as it was, but perhaps he'd been so deep in thought that it had startled him to hear footsteps with his being so alone...~ He noted that his heart-rate had picked up, and he found amusement in himself for his jumpiness... Sure enough, a figure was approaching, unassumingly someone out for a late-night walk, same as himself, right? The dim, yellow glow from the lamp-posts lining the bridge seemed only enough to outline a silhouette of the person walking Jonny's way, and he found himself squinting, slightly, to view the person more clearly... But of course, that was awkward~ It was rude to stare, and embarrassing to admit to himself that he was wary of the approaching individual -- so the hunter quickly ducked his gaze. Yet even as the footsteps drew nearer, the odd sense of wariness only seemed to grow within him...~

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preternaturaIIy In reply to penitential [2016-01-13 21:54:40 +0000 UTC]

brat prince. iT'S OKAY LMAO I HAVEN'T DONE LESTAT IN SO LONG SO WE CAN FORGIVE EACH OTHER, RIGHT

 Unfortunately, for as cliche as it was, Lestat was definitely one of those vampires who marveled over humans. Maybe it was because he was an older vampire, and so remembered the times before everything had been invented ( electricity was a gift, mind you, imagine having to light your entire house with candles just to go to the bathroom, and then wonder why your house burnt down. Tragic, that was. ), or maybe it was simply because he thought himself better than all of them and so wanted to know what the hell they were doing with their meaningless lives~ Wonder which one it was. The latter, most definitely. He was totally better than all of them and he wanted to know what the hell they were doing with their meaningless lives~ The only problem with that was him always having to sleep through the day. Oh, well, the more interesting people were always out at night anyway, weren't they~? That's how Lestat met most of his companions, at least. But tonight he really wasn't in the mood to peruse through bars and whatnot to find someone to speak to for one night only. No, he wanted something a bit more than a simple one night thing -- and if Louis were here, he'd want to know where the real Lestat was. Well, whatever, who cared~? Maybe he was just in one of those moods -- and he was. He didn't really want to interact with anyone, yet he didn't want to stay in his apartment. It was quite frankly, very boring. So off he went, not looking for entertainment and yet wanting to be unbored. Yeah, just perfect, wasn't it.

 The Frenchman found himself near the outskirts of the city; this was where they had only just recently finished a new bridge, allowing more than one way to exit the city. Fitting, he thought; they needed tourism and yet added more ways to escape~ He shook his head and slipped his hands into the pockets of his jacket; even for him it was rather cold, something he hadn't felt in a long while. He briefly wondered if that's why he had seen few people out on the streets: were they all too worried about freezing to death~? A few weeks ago it had been mild, warm even -- and then it all changed at a drop of a hat. He hated it, American weather, it was all over the place. France was much better. England? Horrible, let's just stay far away from England~ America, however, could be eighty degrees one day and then negative eighty the next. Overexaggerating, just slightly, but that's how it felt to him. Wonder how it felt to humans. Let's just accost the next human we see and ask them about it, shall we~? An amusing statement, as he didn't expect to see anyone out; it was late and only growing more cold, and even he was about to call it quits. At least he wasn't bored now. Oh, no, that had passed once he noticed he could see his breaths. Hey, he was a dragon~ ( No one said he had to be a 256 year old at all times. Fuck, he was old, wasn't he. Fuck. )

 Crossing the bridge, he marveled slightly at the intricate design of the railings. See, back in his day ( proverbial old man voice here ), they had stone bridges. Even that had astounded him. And that had been short! Take the Lake Pontchartrain Causeway! God, that was almost thirty miles long. Humans were so inventive, really. Stupid, but inventive. He wondered if anyone had died building that bridge. He wondered how they had built that bridge. He wondered if everyone was as bored as he was when he had to travel over it. It was just water and then little dips that made it seem like you were going to fall in. Scary, really. Lestat shuddered slightly at just the thought, and withdrew closer to the edge of the walkway. He'd rather get hit by a car than get his hair wet~ He continued on his slow, lazy walk, reaching out to tap the lamp posts as he passed them. One .. two .. three .. and so on, and so forth. He had made it to seven when he noticed a person standing just slightly away from the seventh post. Lestat blinked, halting for a brief second. It wasn't another vampire, he could sense that immediately. Still, either it was a very brave human, or a very sad one who was about to jump off the bridge. Funny, that. They had just now opened the bridge and it would have already been marred. Pff~ The blond continued his walking; there was no reason not to, he didn't fear muggers or the like -- there wouldn't be any reason that he'd spare their life, anyway. He'd be ready for a fight~

 But a fight did not seem imminent, as he saw the person duck their head as he approached. Hm, guess he must be a person out for a simple walk like himself .. Still, Lestat's interested was piqued, and he never let someone whom he was interested in slip away~ Close enough now to make out the other's features ( he was shorter than Lestat, with tousled brunet hair, a rather thin jacket, too, how hadn't he frozen yet~?, and a shy air around him ), the Frenchman passed by, only to turn on his heel and settle himself right next to the guy. Exactly that, just walk right up to a stranger and buddy up to them in the middle of the night when it was negative eighty out. Perfect, so smart. Lestat was quiet for only a second, his violet gaze searching the other's face curiously, and then he spoke.

 " If you're going to jump, mon cher, I must ask you do it well after I leave. I don't want to be proclaimed a witness, you see. " His accented voice was amused, teasing, and warm. Not arrogant as usual, but then, he was a little bit lonely and wouldn't want to scare off the first person he met by being too rude. God forbid~ Lestat shook his head after, laughing softly. " Non, I jest, I promise. I apologise if I am interrupting something...~? " He quieted, then, waiting for his new companion's response. After all, he knew about needing alone time to think, and if anyone interrupted him, he wouldn't be too happy about it..~

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penitential In reply to preternaturaIIy [2016-01-13 23:05:27 +0000 UTC]

forgive us our trespasses. SHUSH, NO, IS' GORGEOUS~From the moment he'd become aware of Nickolas's being capable of sensing his heartbeat, Jonathan himself had been very aware of his own. And it was an offhanded realization that it leveled at the quickened pace which it had been raised to, the closer the presence got to him. 'Pull yourself together, Jonathan,' he chided himself, taking a deep breath and letting it out in a cloud as he lifted his head, slightly, toward the lake. 'Nothing to be apprehensive about...~' Well... that was an understatement, as the job of a hunter did require a bit of apprehension over the mundane, least one get pounced in the dark. But even so...~ He was perhaps taking it a bit too far with such nervousness. Nickolas always did take advantage of his quickening pulse... but then again, whenever his pulse quickened with the Brit, it was usually not out of any kind of fear or apprehensiveness~

At any rate, it seemed to him that the presence passed by him, and immediately, instinctively, the tension in the hunter's shoulders began to relax... Until, of course, the footsteps stopped~ And Jonathan was aware with some measure of growing panic that the person had settled next to him. Oh. Oh goodness~ This was an awkward spot, wasn't it? Somewhere between social awkwardness and instinctive wariness, Jonathan felt frozen to the spot. What should he do?? Glance over to the person? Ignore them?? Surely there were downsides to either option. Maybe he could pretend to be deaf and blind~~ Or--... no, that wouldn't work. That was dishonest anyway... not that his sins were really redeemable at this point anyway... He shouldn't have come out alone, he decided. So what if he'd survived perfectly fine without someone ever since his father died~? If Nickolas were here, he could deal with this.

Jonathan jumped, slightly, a soft gasp escaping him as the person beside him suddenly spoke, and despite all his stiffness and internal struggling, he automatically snapped his head up and over, almost out of a natural sense of politeness...~ Large, chocolate-brown doe-eyes locked onto the speaker, lips parted, and his heart fluttering in his chest like a bird in a cage. The wave of information that came barreling at him had the hunter staring in perfect silence for several moments: the presence beside him was a man, wavy blond hair like gold silk, and a complicated shade to his eyes; he'd spoken, as that had been what drew the hunter's gaze, but he spoke with an almost lilting confidence, and with a light and familiar accent, which registered to Jonathan as French, as he'd heard the 'mon cher' many a time from his vampire companion. 'Something's off about him,' was the first real thought that passed the hunter's mind, though he was perhaps so naive and inexperienced that he couldn't quite put his finger on it just yet... It wasn't an obvious difference in the dim lighting, and yet it felt to Jonathan as if it should be obvious... Something about the glint to his eyes seemed somehow... vastly familiar... and as Jonny stared, he found himself straining to put together what it was...

But staring indeed~ And the moment he realized what he'd been doing, the Southerner once more ducked his head, a soft, embarrassed, and nervous chuckle escaping him as a clouded breath, the pink tint in his cheeks darkening ever so slightly... At the man's words, too; now that he'd mentioned it, Jonathan probably did look like he was about ready to tumble over the railing and into the icy calm of death. Plenty of reasons for that... He self-consciously tugged the collar of his jacket up a bit more -- against the cold, of course...~ "N-No, no," he managed, once he'd found his voice, a small, bashful smile tugging at his soft and embarrassed expression. "No, I was just..." -- a small pause, and a light shrug, before finally finding the will to glance back up toward the blond with that small smile of his -- "...brooding...~"

Humor aside, that was actually rather true. :^)

"...Probably best I wasn't left alone with my thoughts anyway...~"

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preternaturaIIy In reply to penitential [2016-01-14 04:48:32 +0000 UTC]

 Well, this man was on edge, wasn't he~? Lestat could hear his heartbeat from the seventh lamp post, and it only grew worse when he parked himself right next to him. He wondered, briefly, why the man was so on edge~? It wasn't as if Lestat was overly aggressive like usual -- he didn't come off immediately and try to kill the guy. Nope, he was much better than usual. He was calm and trying to make conversation with people, give him an award. The blond leaned over the railing of the bridge, staring at the cold, dark water below him. He remembered the streams in France from long ago, with the wolves .. not something he cared to remember, but the water certainly was nicer then. Humans ruined their environment, didn't they? Someone should really talk to them about that~ Though his attention was diverted when his new companion began to speak, and he turned to face him again. The man had deep brown eyes and a soft, accented voice that Lestat found utterly endearing..~ And his hair was messy, but seemed to be perfect no matter how it was arranged. All in all, this man was utterly adorable, and Lestat was suddenly more excited to know more about him. He pressed his teeth into his bottom lip, careful not to show his fangs. That would not be the best: scaring off his new friend without even getting to know his name~ His violet gaze was drawn to the man pulling up the collar of his jacket, not finding it weird at all. It was cold, he was human, they needed warmth~ ( However, if he had seen the bruise from the bitemark, he would have known immediately what it was from..~ )

 The Frenchman tilted his head curiously upon hearing his reason of why he was out here. Brooding, huh? That sounded just like Louis and so it amused him, greatly. Though that was only shown through a small, light smile, releasing his bottom lip. " You remind me of my friend, cher..~ " he remarked, softly, turning his head again and staring down at the water once more. This man seemed young, yet full of tragedy that was much too hard on him .. Such a young thing shouldn't look this shy or tired! He wondered who or what had caused him to look such a way. Everyone had a story, he knew, some more interesting than others .. Like his. His was the most interesting, everyone should read it~ Humor aside, he was more serious as he continued on .. " That's sad, I think .. After all, drowning seems like such a sad way to go, in my opinion. Or maybe not. It seems like the most peaceful, honestly. But, ah, I do not wish to encourage such things! " he proclaimed suddenly, his hand slapping the railing in his fervor. Perhaps he had startled his companion, and to that he offered up a sheepish smile. ( What was it with vampires slamming their hand upon thing after yelling~? Must be an undead thing~ ) A soft sigh was present afterwards, along with the statement, " I apologise. Death has been such a big part of my life, and there are many, many ways one can come by it. Car accidents, drowning, fire, talking to random strangers on a bridge..~ " He laughed, covering his mouth as he did so as to not show off the very obvious fangs. He was slowly getting better at concealing his nature; if he had been planning on killing the man, he wouldn't have cared~ Not that he was thinking of it, oh, no. The southerner, as it were, was much too cute for death..~

 Still, perhaps that joke had been a little out of line -- but he didn't apologise. He merely laughed for a second more and then shook his head. " My name is Lestat, cher, pronounced more like Les-dot, with a French flair, although many of you have called me Le-stat like in statistics! But then, we are not in old Paris anymore, are we~? " Subtle old jokes, nice. " Call me what you wish, I do not have a preference. Though I would love if you tried with your endearing accent..~ " He winked, then, flashing a teasing smirk. Why not, he wasn't tied down to anyone, and this human was quite cute..~~ " What about you? Surely there must be a lovely name to fit such a lovely face, non~? " He was going for gold, apparently, though it was meant only as teasing. The man had said he didn't want to be left alone with his thoughts, and Lestat wasn't about to leave him. Perhaps nearly freezing would be worth it after all..~

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penitential In reply to preternaturaIIy [2016-01-14 06:06:51 +0000 UTC]

Jonathan took another slow breath, and much to his relief, his pulse was beginning to calm. Oh good...~ That was more a relief with himself than anyone else, as the thought hadn't crossed his mind just yet that anyone else might have heard it. The immediate danger was gone, he thought to himself. And even if he were still a bit wary of the man standing by him, he told himself that it wouldn't do to be in a nervous tizzy should any 'action' be needed. (What 'action' that would be, he hadn't a clue. The closest thing to a weapon he had on him was a pocket knife. A++ hunter right here~) Regardless, the other man had turned to look at him once more, and once again the Southerner was struck by the sneaking suspicion that something was off... The man tilted his head to the side, curiously, in a natural, and yet seemingly unnatural way, golden waves brushing off to the side with the gravity of the minute motion. In a completely innocent way that was so common for the hunter, he thought the man was actually quite lovely...~ He wondered, briefly, just how angry and possessive Nicki would be if he were here to witness this conversation; after all, he'd been so horrid to the 'fast couple' that they'd met earlier that week...

The man spoke again as he turned his head once more toward the water below, and for a moment, Jonathan's suspicions began to slowly wan... He seemed... strange, but not threatening... At least in the little experience that Jonny did have, he didn't seem threatening... Or at least not as much as one ought to while speaking of death and drowning~ But he was right, Jonny thought... and if he was being honest with himself, the thought had crossed his mind already tonight... so brief and fleeting that it surely couldn't count as suicidal thoughts, now could it...? Just an instant of a voice that had whispered to him as he leaned, alone, over the rail: 'How easy... The cold would dumb you before it could happen... It would be so peaceful...~' The hunter bowed his head, almost shamefully, as he listened... Well, at least until he nearly jumped off the ground as his current companion slapped his hand down on the railing with a solid smack! and exclaimed with the fervor of an actor in a Shakespearean play~ Jonny must've looked like a startled bunny as he stared, wide-eyed, towards the other, his chest rising and falling in quick succession, and his lips parted in surprise. But at the very least, the man smiled, apologetically, and went on in a more even tone, which slowly coaxed Jonathan down from his startled tension...

Though 'talking to random strangers on a bridge' gained a slow turn of the head from the brunette, the blond's laughter causing all the more of a worried look~

Hmm... Yeah, no, so much for this guy seeming nonthreatening~ Hunters had a technical term for this kinda guy; he was a weirdo. And even as Jonathan waited for his strange companion to once more calm down, he was wondering who he should call about this situation~~ Um, option number one: the mental ward~? Ahh, no, that was mean. Perhaps the man was just-- weirdly-- amused~? Over-- death jokes~? Sure... he'd give him the benefit of the doubt...~ At any rate, the male's gaze darted back down, sheepishly, as the other glanced his way, and he realized he probably looked rather insulting with his quirked brow and his look of confusion. Still, the man's weirdness was oddly... amusing. And he found himself smiling down at his hands on the railing, a soft laugh escaping his lips. That grin of his only grew at the rather blatant comments regarding his supposed 'endearing' features, and in a way, Jonny couldn't help but wonder why that didn't weird him out more than it did... Perhaps he was mildly used to it from Nickolas...? Even so, that didn't stop his ruddy cheeks from inflaming all the more, and his gaze began to dart about anywhere but up to the speaker, as he brushed a hand through his messy hair in flustered gratefulness to what he took as a compliment. "Well...~" he managed at last, biting his lip, faintly, and releasing it as he looked back up, finally, a spark of the naivety that Nicki did so abuse shining in his puppy-like eyes. "That's an interesting name; I can't say I've ever heard it before," he answered, softly, turning around and leaning, carefully, back against the railing, keeping his gaze on the man... "...S'good to meet you, Lestat...~" he indulged, chuckling, faintly and sweetly at his own assumed butchering of the name, and ducking his head, once more, in his bashfulness... A moment passed before he continued with: "I'm Jonathan...~ 'Jonny' to most... Guess that's a little more commonplace...~"

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preternaturaIIy In reply to penitential [2016-01-14 22:40:29 +0000 UTC]

There was a time where Lestat hadn't even thought about conversing with regular mortals. Louis had teased him about it; Oh, is the mighty Lestat entranced with a mortal? And such nonsense. Those days had passed quite a long time ago, and he was grateful for that. Not that he probably wouldn't have broken his own rule, but still! Not that he could imagine this human being from his own time. No, he was American through and through, and it was adorable..~ he was so shy and easily flustered, quite the opposite of Lestat himself. The brat prince couldn't recall a time he was ever so red faced, if at all. Maybe with Nicolas — but who knew. That was quite some time ago. He wasn't expected to remember every little detail of his life, was he? He highly doubted it. It wasn't like he could blush deeply, anyway, if the stranger so managed to try. He hadn't fed in a while, and he was quite sure that he looked rather pale under the streetlight. Hopefully his companion would just assume it had to do with the cold .. some people grew more pale in the cold than red, right?? Not that he had anything to worry about, he thought. It wasn't like this guy knew vampires existed~ That thought in mind, there was no hesitation whatsoever in tapping his finger against the railing; even he didn't know why their fingernails looked like glass .. there really was no point, was there~? Oh yes, the glass like properties were going to frighten everyone. It was foolproof. He shook his head, slightly, to himself and tapped once more, watching curiously as his companion bit his lip. He wondered briefly if his new companion had a partner, or any relationship like that ... It seemed most humans were consumed by their need to have someone else in their life, someone to share everything with always. Mm, Lestat had never quite understood why they had felt that way. He couldn't imagine always having to share with someone. But then, he was selfish. Extremely~ honestly, look how it had ended with Louis.
 Especially with an accent like that! Oh, it was lovely, if not a little thick. He was used to southern accents from Louisiana, and the tourists hence, but he could't recall if he'd ever heard an accent much like his companion's. Maybe he was just really old and his memory was shot, or maybe he had never really heard one! But who cared, he just wanted to hear more of it. The man indulging him with his name elicited a grin of delight, as he covered his mouth once more. That was adorable~!! He had butchered the pronunciation, of course, everyone did, but! He had tried! And his effort was rewarded by that bright grin and a happy laugh. He waited politely for the man to introduce himself, though he was practically bursting with the urge to grab his hands and squeeze them in his delight. It was so different from how he was used to hearing his name; not just because of the accent, but because of the genuine interest. This human was interested to talk to him..~! Usually Lestat's name was said sharply, angrily, exasperatedly -- you name all the negative emotions, and it's definitely been said that way~ Even David had said it that way many times, and he was the most mild of Lestat's friends .. sad, that~

 Jonathan. Well, that was a lovely name, he had to admit. It wasn't commonplace -- to him, anyway. He had never had any long term friends by the name of Jonathan and surprisingly had only met a handful. They always went by Jon or John, not what this one wanted to be called..~ Jonny, huh? That was even more cute. He loved names you could create little nicknames from. A thought he emphasized with, " I love shortening of names..~ I had a friend named Nicolas, I always called him Nicki..~ And only called Nicolas when I was mad at him, you know how it goes. " He laughed, again, with a little shake of his head. He had never really mentioned Nicolas to anyone .. Armand, obviously, knew who he was, but even Louis had only ever heard him referred to as 'my old friend'. He wasn't really someone Lestat wished to talk about, even with all the happy memories associated with him. Just think, if it wasn't for him, he would have probably died in his thirties two hundred something years ago..~ " You can't shorten Lestat! It means nobleman, or something of the like, but of course I wasn't named because of that. I was named after my brothers; my mother took the first letter of their name and combined it for mine. I guess that's what I get for being born last. " He was rambling, he knew this, yet he couldn't help himself. He had been bored for so long, and everything was just flowing forth. He really hoped he didn't scare away his newfound friend..~ " Well, Jonny, cher, it's a pleasure to meet you! " He reached his hand out cheerfully, only adding as an afterthought, " Sorry my hand is a little cold, this is why I should invest in gloves..~ " Blaming it on the cold was a good cover, wasn't it~?

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penitential In reply to preternaturaIIy [2016-01-15 03:20:23 +0000 UTC]

If there was something to be said of blatant naivety, this was exactly the time. Jonathan had always been so easily taken in, and as he watched with some curiosity as the man tapped his fingers on the railing, there was no immediate panic. Of course, he wasn't without some hunter instincts, but ever since he'd met Nickolas, he seemed to have been foolishly overlooking the obvious... After all, he was sleeping with a vampire and trusting him not to drain him dry every time he took a bite. Not the noblest of creatures to be giving your life over to. But with that being said, there was little concern as he almost absentmindedly watched the man's finger tap at the new stone...~ He did notice how the dim lamplight reflected off of the surface of his nails... They glinted, slightly, like glass, as if they were heavily polished... And for an instant, the recollection of Nicki's hand cradled in his the night the Brit had indulged his curiosities and Jonathan had examined his fingers came flashing through his mind... And yes, this did make him pause... a tiny, almost confused frown creasing his brow for the briefest of moments... But much in the same way that he had given Nickolas the benefit of the doubt way back when he met him in that smokey bar, he pushed the strange suspicions dancing around in his head to the back of his thoughts, and glanced back away once more... Surely it was silly to even think such things just because of something so minute as the man's nails~~

...But then again... there was that glint to his eyes...

Hm...

Jonathan was drawn from his thoughts by the other once more speaking -- effectively drawn, too, as the faint, thoughtful frown vanished within an instant, and he looked back up toward the blond with wide, soft eyes, and a faint little smile, the genuine innocence of his intrigue shining through more plainly than anything else. Funny Lestat should say as much, as Jonny had often found the ease of nicknames in 'Jonathan' loathsome and oftentimes embarrassing. Woe were the days when all the older men in town called him 'Jonny-boy'. Where did that even come from? But he laughed, softly, at what his new acquaintance said -- only to taper off into a look of surprise at the mention of a 'Nickolas' called 'Nicki'. That was an odd coincidence... For a moment the thought crossed his mind, 'Maybe it's the same Nicki as mine...!' and although he was, of course, incorrect, the thought didn't at all help his previous and vague suspicions... In fact, it made them resurface all the more... He heard himself almost lamely mutter a soft, "I know a Nickolas called 'Nicki', too...~" his tone thoughtful, and perhaps a bit wary... his big brown eyes studying the man with some curiosity for just a moment...

"...Mm, well still, I like it," he continued in regards to 'Lestat', shaking himself, slowly, from his thoughtful daze, and almost sheepishly smiling, lifting a hand as if rubbing the back of his neck. Honestly, he was really subconsciously covering the bruise beneath his clothes, a faint skip in his heartbeat as he tried to ignore the slight feeling of nausea that was coming over him in all this consideration... "'Stat, maybe~?" he offered in an almost endearingly helpful way, trying to think of ways to shorten the name. He chuckled and shook his head, glancing down, his lashes gently brushing his cheeks. He supposed perhaps that was a bit pushing it; besides, 'Lestat' hardly needed shortening; he wasn't just being polite in saying that he liked it as is. The man glanced back up at the first glimpse of the other's hand extending, and he withdrew one of his own from the railing, immediately, in an instinctive reflex to reach for the gesture. But he'd grabbed the man's hand before he'd caught what was said, and already he was gazing up at him with wide, blinking eyes, nearly like a deer in headlights. With the faint thoughts of suspicion having already been tugging at the back of his mind, the immediate coolness of the other's pale hand had startled him, and Jonny was sure, all at once, that his expression must be an open book right now. The other's explanation did make sense, and he found himself chiding himself, harshly, assuring himself that he was over-reacting, and even grinning, softly, at his own 'stupidity'. But even still... it was a moment of awkwardly holding the man's hand before he gave it a slow shake, his gaze faltering in embarrassment, and fluttering down to hide his internal conflict with shyness... "S'alright, it really is cold out; 'shouldn't be out this late...~" he was babbling, softly, almost under his breath... and as his eyes remained trained toward the ground, he gave a wary glace at their adjoined hands, Lestat's cool, pale fingers wrapped around his own warm, lively ones...~

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preternaturaIIy In reply to penitential [2016-01-15 05:34:27 +0000 UTC]

Lestat probably paid more attention to his companion's remark of knowing someone named Nicki too than he should have. His face lit up, and he clapped his hands in front of him happily. " Do you, cher~?? It's a lovely nickname, adorable, and even better if their appearance goes with it! You wouldn't imagine a rough and tumble man being called Nicki, would you? No, they must have some sort of youthfulness to their face, it must fit! Like Jonny does so fit you..~ Either way, it'd be interesting if our two Nicki's were the same, non~? " he said gently, meeting the hunter's gaze with an innocent smile. Oh, he could tell what he had been thinking. ( Literally, too, as he could read minds but hey, that was kind of god modding, wasn't it~~ ) " Unfortunately, " and his tone was wistful and a hint sad; it was obvious he had loved his Nicki very much..~ " My Nicki has left me. As everyone does, inexplicably. But he was the first to leave me, so perhaps that is why I miss him so terribly. Who can say? He was a gentle soul, I hope wherever he is he has finally forgiven me! Oh, I apologise, I've been telling you my entire life story. " Lestat tapered off sheepishly, brushing his hair back slowly, that unassuming emotion more graceful than it should have been. " It's just — I am terrible lonely and you seem so nice. But please, tell me to shut up! If I am boring you, tell me so. I won't be offended, mon cher. " Don't be like Quinn, who thought I would kill him for being an inch taller than me..~ was a brief, amusing little thought. Regardless, it was true, he would definitely kill someone over something so petty, but not his sweet little companion! Look at the blush in his cheeks. His tousled hair that looked so soft. That curiosity that offset Lestat just a little. Maybe he should reel it back in ... But ah, who are we kidding, Lestat doesn't know the definition of subtle~

Stat. Stat. How CUTE was this boy~~~?? It had caught him so off guard that he didn't even note the faint way Jonathan's heartbeat skipped, nor the way he adjusted his collar. If he had, he surely would have been more suspcious than he was. But as is, Lestat only stared for a short moment, before his delight grin returned, amusement dancing in his violet gaze. " I've never thought of that! That is adorable, merci..~ " God, if they knew each other better, he'd have grabbed the boy in a hug. But no, he had to restrain himself. And it was hard, he wasn't used to not doing something he wanted to. The feeling wasn't that great~ His amusement was shown in his grin, though..~ It was nice that Jonathan had tried to shorten his name. This man was more selfless than ninety percent of the people Lestat knew combined~ Having nicknames such as 'the damnedest creature' didn't help his images of self worth one bit~ ( Okay, that was a lie, he loved being called that. It meant he was annoying people and that was always so hilarious~ ) He probably wouldn't use Stat, of course, he wasn't interested in mathematics, but it was nice just to have it considered. Unfortunately he didn't have an easy name to create a nickname from. A downside for having grown up so long ago when the names were clearly over thought. Magnus, Amadeo, Andrei — please, who named their children that anymore~? He should be grateful his brother's names were the way they were, though. He could have had it much, much worse. He had to wonder what Gabrielle was thinking. Or maybe his father had suggested it. He didn't care, nor did he ever wish to. His name was Lestat and that was that. Hey, that rhymed. He chuckled softly, shaking his head slightly. He was hilarious..~~ No wonder everyone loved him. c:

Or — maybe not everyone. As they clasped hands, Lestat could hear the brunet's heartbeat skip, suddenly, and even more obviously, Jonathan had jerked his head up and was looking at him like he had grown a second head. What, had he never felt a cold hand before~? ... But that wasn't it, and Lestat knew that. Lestat suddenly lost his grin, and it softened more into a pitying smile. It wouldn't do at all to have his identity revealed! He'd have to kill this poor man, and then where would he be? Alone again, right after falling in love once more. Love being a relative term, obviously; there was no romantic intent here, but he enjoyed Jonny regardless. It'd be such a shame if something happened to him. A shame, indeed..~ However, the disaster seemed to be averted as Jonathan ducked his head, though didn't let go of his hand .. Lestat blinked in surprise; wasn't this supposed to be the part where there was a passionate accusation~? A denial? Something more than the southerner ducking his head in shyness and withdrawal? Huh .. why exactly did he do that, Lestat wondered .. was he just born that way, or had he been conditioned to do so~? Maybe he would find out if they continued to talk .. though perhaps their conversation was going to come an end soon. Much too soon for his liking, too. The vampire slowly slipped his hand out from underneath the hunter's, gently squeezing his fingertips as he did so, and returned his hands to his pockets. Hopefully a confrontation was avoidable..~

" Well, cher..~ if you want to leave you can. I know it is late! I love it, though, I've always preferred the nighttime. " Okay, that had been on purpose. He wanted to see how far he could push it..~ " Though it is so lovely talking to you, honestly, " he breathed, warmly. " I love your company, for as weird as it sounds for only speaking to you for several minutes. But we wouldn't want you freezing to death! I might be charged with more than just being an innocent bystander...~ " His curious smile had returned as he looked at Jonathan. Oh, how he hoped it wouldn't come to a confrontation .. this man was too cute and shy and precious. The world needed him~

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penitential In reply to preternaturaIIy [2016-01-15 14:57:16 +0000 UTC]

Jonathan withdrew perhaps a bit slower than need be as he felt Lestat's hand slip from his. It wasn't even so much that he was on edge as he could be, but rather he was simply thoughtful. Surely if he'd been on edge, his contentedness would've been shattered, and he'd be an obvious mess of standoffishness. No, these suspicions didn't scare him at all, and even with these accusations in his head, he didn't find himself any less naive and trusting of the blond. That was foolish, wasn't it? What made him think he knew when someone's intentions were bad? Wasn't it commonplace for things in the night to lull one into a sense of security? But again, no; the thought that Lestat could mean him harm hardly crossed his mind in his thoughtfulness. He glanced over toward the lake, that stars hanging low over the water...~ It wasn't as if Jonny could really do anything about his suspicions, anymore so than he'd been able to when he met Nicki. One didn't simply go in guns blazing and ask a random stranger what they did at night~ If Lestat could be counted as a stranger anymore... Jonathan did so find it easy to speak to him, and the common theme of compliments regarding Jonny's being 'cute' had rather conditioned him to be inclined to favor the man...~ He was strange -- unsettling, even -- but... he was nice to Jonny... and as always, that was the deciding factor on his emotional response... And at any rate, had there even been any killings in town...? That would be a clue, wouldn't it...? As a hunter, he should have noticed... and yet, he couldn't, for the life of him, recall any news of such, whatsoever... Not that there hadn't been any, but if there had been, perhaps it had been indiscriminate...

In short, his conclusion to the paper-thin assumption was that if he were right -- which he might not be -- who was he to say that something had to be done...? He told himself he wasn't being unfair, that he wasn't sparing the life of something just because he'd made fast friends with it. That would be ridiculous! He'd only ever spared Nickolas because--... Because... Well... because he'd made a similar, though perhaps less innocent connection beforehand... Honestly, if every monster he hunted just took the time to make friends, Jonny most certainly wouldn't ever kill anything...~ But he told himself that wasn't the case. He was only not pursuing this because he had no evidence that he should even be worried. Except yes he did. But his conscience didn't have to know that~ As such, the Southerner finally lifted his gaze back toward Lestat, a bit of an apologetic smile tugging at his lips, as he imagined he must've been silent for several moments in his consideration, and the fading blush in his cheeks ignited once more as he struggled to think of what the man had said to him. Something about-- the nighttime... He preferred the nighttime...~ (Oh, sure, of course he did..~) And a fondness for Jonny's company... He was smiling, curiously, at Jonathan now, the fine yet almost carved lines in his pale cheeks tugging at the corners of his lips in a almost wistful fashion... as if he had sensed the aforementioned lull in the conversation...

"...No; it's alright," he spoke at last, an almost hesitant, but nevertheless gentle tone to his voice. Even the hesitance began to lessen as he went on, more conversationally now: "I like the nighttime, too; I've never been able to sleep very well; always been up with the vampires...~" ...Okay, that one was intentional. :^) But it was only meant in mild jest, and the Southerner turned slowly, after, and began to take a step away, as if he knew that Lestat would follow and walk with him...~ "It doesn't sound weird," he went on, softly, each word practically breathed out in a fluffy-warm tone, sweet and shy... "I know what you mean, honestly...~ But then again, most of the company I have doesn't make it easy to talk casually..."

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preternaturaIIy In reply to penitential [2016-01-15 21:06:45 +0000 UTC]

 For a brief moment, Lestat found himself grateful that he hadn't killed anyone in this town..~ Not that he had to feed regularly anymore, but he had to admit: killing was fun..~ The more evil the person, the more it was fun. For him, anyway, everyone had shared a different viewpoint. Armand didn't care who he killed. Louis made it a point to try not to ever kill anyone. Did Marius even drink anymore? Hm, perhaps he ought to spend more time getting to know his own coven than to spend time with someone he most likely wasn't ever going to see again .. But that someone just happened to be way more interesting than everyone in the coven, so! He would spend all the time he could get with him, though he knew their time would come to an end soon enough. After all, humans needed sleep, too, and it was nearing midnight .. that's when most people were in bed, right..~? That was a little off topic .. had he killed people, though, the suspicion might be even more obvious; not that it wasn't already, even if Jonathan thought he was being inconspicuous with it. He wasn't~ Not at all.

 His smile didn't fade, though it became more soft as Jonathan smiled apologetically towards him. There was that rather endearing blush that he had grown to enjoy so much..~ Finally the southerner began to speak again, with that shy tone that seemed to be his natural speaking voice. Again, just a major difference between the two. If Lestat wasn't shouting happily, he was shouting angrily; those were really the only two moods he seemed to have, and they fluctuated so much that it had been commented on, several times. He had never found it important, though David had suggested more than once that he be tested for something called bipolar disorder. Obviously he had declined, because he didn't care~! Everyone else just had to learn how to deal with it. And if they didn't, well, too bad for them~ Yeah, he was quite selfish, wasn't he .. Oh well~ Though for once he was actually trying to be aware of his moods as he talked to Jonathan. It was easy, really, easier than it had been in a while. There was no reason to be angry with the southerner. There was only reason to be a sappy, cheerful idiot, which is exactly how he was acting~ He hadn't laughed like this in a long while, and there was another set of giggles at the vampire comment. Jonny was fun, wasn't he~? The Frenchman wondered briefly if that was intentional, and then decided that yes, of course it was. It was a game, though, and he had nothing to hide~! He hadn't killed anyone in this town, he wasn't planning on it~ He was innocent, okay.<3 Hah, yeah, completely and totally innocent~

 When Jonathan turned and took a step, Lestat immediately followed after him, pushing himself off the railing much too gracefully and coming to a halt beside his companion. " You must be careful hanging out with vampires, cher..~ You never know when they just might snap. " His tone was amused and knowing. He glanced over with a faint smile, before shrugging. He had only been continuing on the joke, after all~ There was nothing suspicious about that, was there~? " Ah, we can agree on that .. most of my company consist of old, grumpy men that blame me for everything. Granted, most of the stuff is usually my fault, but~! Honestly, though, I haven't talked to someone like this in months. Years, maybe. I don't make it a habit of accosting random strangers on the street, I promise. You're just special that way, I suppose..~ " Lestat nudged against Jonny's shoulder in a teasing fashion. " What sort of company do you keep, cher? Someone like you deserves people who treat you kindly .. "

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penitential In reply to preternaturaIIy [2016-01-17 15:04:10 +0000 UTC]

'You never know when they might snap'. Truer words had never been spoken~ And although the supposed continuing of this 'joke' made the hunter's fingers tighten into fists out of apprehension and lingering suspicion, he couldn't help the soft chuckle... It really was amusing. In the literal sense, he'd little fear regarding that. He was lucky in that regard... and even now, a sadly manipulated warmth spread throughout his stomach as he considered for a moment that his Nickolas had chosen not to kill him all this time... There was a certain reverence he often had for his position... When he wasn't degrading himself for his sin, on the other hand he felt... responsible. For as much as he tried not to, it was no secret that even in his reserved, blushing manner, he loved every moment his companion's teeth spent in his throat... and he loved the trust that he could have for such an untrustworthy person...

His thoughts were digressing.

Glancing back over to the side of him, Lestat had, in fact, begun to walk with him, carrying himself in the same way that he had coming down the bridge: emanating suavity and sophistication, in a much more theatrical sense than Nickolas and his general proper behavior. It was almost old-worldly of him...~ But Jonathan wouldn't say for certain. The man nudged him lightly at his words, drawing a bright grin as Jonny once more dropped his gaze to the damp street below. Funny, he felt relatively at ease with someone like this... someone he should've been unrelentingly suspicious of. Was that what he'd come to? Some hunter he turned out to be... He wondered, briefly, too, who these 'old men' were that Lestat kept company with...~ Other vampires, he wondered...? But ahh, no, that was assuming things of Lestat yet again.

But there was a pause that the last question offered to him, and Jonathan marveled, slightly... Did he really~? Did he really deserve as much~? Jonathan laughed. Genuine, if somewhat sad...~ For as sweet and affectionate as Nicki had been lately, and even for as kind, he wasn't so stupid as to overlook the lows, the moments in which it was obvious what kind of person he kept company with. It was easy to fall in love with someone who whispers sweet nothings in your ear in the darkness of the bedroom, but in the harsh reality of morning, the curt greetings, the rudeness of Nicki's promiscuity and pride--? No... Jonny got by in contentment, but that was all. It was better than what he was used to, at the very least... It really was sad, that, and the idea that Jonny should 'deserve' any better, made him mildly bitter in itself... But Lestat didn't know...~ He was merely speaking his mind. And in that case, that was actually very sweet for him to say...~ Jonathan's laugh tapered off into a chuckle as his cheeks heated and he glanced over toward the exquisite blond with soft, sad eyes... "Well... usually I'm alone," he answered. "Or-- well... I used to be... My company these days is mainly just-- my--... business partner...~ And he's... not the kind of person you bore with much talk or personal topics...~" He'd leave it there... He wouldn't speak ill of Nicki, especially not in the compromised position of his affection for the vampire as of late...

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protege-vertu In reply to preternaturaIIy [2016-01-12 05:33:41 +0000 UTC]

not a good enough reason.

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preternaturaIIy In reply to protege-vertu [2016-01-13 02:46:42 +0000 UTC]

please.
if anything it is only an added bonus! the best reason is that it's me.
lestat.
the wonderful, glorious lestat :^)))))

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protege-vertu In reply to preternaturaIIy [2016-01-16 05:23:49 +0000 UTC]

you can't honestly expect people to believe that when it's coming straight out of your mouth.
you ought to have testimonials as proof.
and good luck finding anybody to do that.
 >:T

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penitential In reply to preternaturaIIy [2016-01-11 10:31:37 +0000 UTC]

forgive us our trespasses. i remember when i first saw this account a long while back before i had any clue about vc, my first judgmental, disapproving thoughts of him were:
'who is this douchebag...'

...i had no ide a~

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preternaturaIIy In reply to penitential [2016-01-13 02:49:33 +0000 UTC]

brat prince. your thoughts weRE SO RIGHT~
he is the douchiest of douchebags :^)))

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penitential In reply to preternaturaIIy [2016-01-13 05:07:56 +0000 UTC]

forgive us our trespasses. his hair is a++ in that movie tho, like i think that's what screamed 'douchebag' to me originally~~ lmao

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I-need-my-lantern In reply to preternaturaIIy [2015-08-22 21:33:18 +0000 UTC]

madness.lestat is my child ok 
he is a precious cinnamon roll 
he needs to be showered with love 

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T-aintedDesires In reply to preternaturaIIy [2015-08-14 14:05:50 +0000 UTC]

sweet crimson. oh my sweet jesus yES

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douxbaisemain In reply to preternaturaIIy [2015-08-14 07:21:21 +0000 UTC]

well if you're french, & i'm french 💋

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b-revitas In reply to preternaturaIIy [2015-08-12 20:57:28 +0000 UTC]

I'm a shortie and I know it. om g
I am like crying tears of joy to such a beauty like this perfect lestat <333

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dangerxus In reply to preternaturaIIy [2015-08-12 20:41:50 +0000 UTC]

(( woah he's hot ))

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fohl-lee In reply to preternaturaIIy [2015-08-12 20:32:55 +0000 UTC]

" bonjour B^) "

[ / flirty little smirk ]
[ / crosses his arms, eyeing the other ]

" w'at's a ravishing man like yourself doing all alone? "

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preternaturaIIy In reply to fohl-lee [2015-08-12 20:38:47 +0000 UTC]

(/ ohohoho )
(/ these gays )

" ah, bonour, cher ! "

(/ finally, someone else who is french )
(/ getting real sick of all the americans
" looking for some company, perhaps? "

(/ shrugs and waves one hand around airily )
(/ like it doesn't matter to him )
(/ it so does )

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fohl-lee In reply to preternaturaIIy [2015-08-12 20:43:25 +0000 UTC]

[ / hurray for these homiesexuals - ]
[ / gay squad lmao ]

" well, i'd be more z'an 'appy to be company~ "

[ / little wink ]
[ / small chuckle, extending a hand for him to shake ]

" je m'appelle michael - comment vous appellez-vous? "

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protege-vertu In reply to preternaturaIIy [2015-08-12 11:46:01 +0000 UTC]

{ I looked over your profile and on first appearence it seemed normal and then I started reading it and now I'm crying and honestly I was not prepared hOLY hELL I can't breathe. }

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preternaturaIIy In reply to protege-vertu [2015-08-12 20:28:26 +0000 UTC]

{ LOUIS HOLY SHIT it's my smol gay child.
I'M SORRY OMG it's really hard for me to be serious with Lestat because, like..... he's not serious. at all. BUT~ I'm glad I could make you laugh B^) and yo finally, more IWTV people!! I've had a Lestat for about two years & just kind drifted about with no one to love him.👍: 0 ⏩: 1

protege-vertu In reply to preternaturaIIy [2015-08-12 22:03:24 +0000 UTC]

{ THE SMOL GAY HAS ARRIVED.
Don't be sorry it made me night I wasn't anticipating the description it's so accurate I'm crying.
Yeeees IWTV deserves so much more love it's perfect and the dumb vamp babes are perfect.
That's so long to love a muse! You're a credit to the fandom omg shh it's okay now Lestat gay sad Louis is here to love you. <3 }

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n-osferatu In reply to preternaturaIIy [2015-08-11 17:18:44 +0000 UTC]

The blood is the life. OMG!!! Your active!!! X3 I absolutely adore Lestat and I figure some entertaining some roleplays could happen between the brat prince and my dark prince! 

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preternaturaIIy In reply to n-osferatu [2015-08-12 20:28:49 +0000 UTC]

brat prince. finally, ahah !! I kind of abandoned him whoops. But yes yes!! I would love that<3

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n-osferatu In reply to preternaturaIIy [2015-08-13 03:29:47 +0000 UTC]

The blood is the life. it will be amazing! cause, considering how Lestat is... I am not sure how tolerate Vlad will be of him. I feel Lestat has an ego that rivals many, even Dracula!

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dino-mom In reply to preternaturaIIy [2015-08-11 16:50:25 +0000 UTC]

{ this is so perf- }

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Iittleshit In reply to preternaturaIIy [2015-08-11 13:07:50 +0000 UTC]

ooc. so that 's what je suis bitchin is from 

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Maleunzahra In reply to preternaturaIIy [2015-08-11 05:33:27 +0000 UTC]

Becoming the mystery. Omfg. Lestat. Ah, love Anne Rice. I gotta drop you a starter ermagawd

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demonhuntings In reply to preternaturaIIy [2015-08-11 03:16:13 +0000 UTC]

ooc ; ( omfg, i was just about to watch this movie for the millionth time
ur page is gorg btw < 33 )

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dont-trust-the-lies In reply to preternaturaIIy [2014-12-10 15:12:19 +0000 UTC]

//thinks
~betch please. you are not even worth speaking to anyway~
//penguins
//because I don't know

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queen-of-the-dxmned In reply to preternaturaIIy [2014-12-10 00:16:11 +0000 UTC]

[ laughs endearingly @ u ]

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preternaturaIIy In reply to queen-of-the-dxmned [2014-12-10 02:49:51 +0000 UTC]

okay well

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queen-of-the-dxmned In reply to preternaturaIIy [2014-12-10 03:07:36 +0000 UTC]

what, i didn't speak to you

i laughed
you still have that charming ego after all this time --

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preternaturaIIy In reply to queen-of-the-dxmned [2014-12-13 01:21:56 +0000 UTC]

of course, cherié, that's something you don't get rid of !
(/ lbr though )
(/ lestat's kinda frightened of her so )
how nice to see you again, my queen.
(/ charming smile oui let's flatter her )

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queen-of-the-dxmned In reply to preternaturaIIy [2014-12-13 01:46:52 +0000 UTC]

no... of course not. it suited you so well.

my favorite trait of yours, actually...
[ ooo son dazzle her she's still got the hots for ya ]
and you, my prince.
.. isn't that what they are calling you now?

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