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/ lestat lestat lestat lestat lestat lestat lestat lestat lestat I TALKED ABOUT HIM THE WHOLE TIME, SO WHAT? THE NAME! the name. unuttered in our home for twenty three years and over and over again until it was pounding in my brain like a hammer. our problems aren't about him! and you threw her name around just for cover, but it always circled back to him. i loved her. but she didn't love you. not like he did. not like i have. i know... I KNOW! yes... i know
/ what? WHAT. it's morning. i lost time... things got heated. with a boy. things got heated with a boy. i was at home picking lint off the sofa! i said to join us! the night's gone, the room's soiled, and once again i'm here with mop and mindlessness to clean it up. so the room got dirty, so what? i'll clean it up! NO! i clean it up! you make the mess, and I clean it up! mark it on the calendar, align it with ursa major. louis's tri-annual fuck off and find me with apologies to follow. i'm sorry! seek comfort in the arms of lowlifes and unfortunates, and broken children, fine. oh, fine! the fine that doesn't sound like... but revealing our nature to a reporter you met in a bar ten hours ago? what if it was published? i was having some fun! i was in the middle of ending things when you... you'd have been passed out on the floor next to him, louis! out on your feet with the drug you stuffed him with! OH THIS IS BORING! you're boring! YOU! ARE SO! BORING! colorless. FLAAAAVORLESS. dull. dull. dull NIGHTS. dull WEEKS. dull MONTHS, dull as FUCK! suffocation... by the world's softest, BEIGEST pillow. the ten hours i spent with that boy were more exciting, more FASCINATING, than DECADES. with YOU. oh there it is. that half blank, half apocalyptic look. but what does it mean tonight, huh? does he wanna lick my boots, orrrr... chop my hands off? is it the gremlin, or the good nurse tonight? huh? okay. okay, perhaps. but am i as boring as the blather committed onto the ferric tapes of your FASCINATING boy? oh, it's so, so hard to be me! picking LINT off the SOFA? it's so hard to kill humans! everyone i know wrongs me! okay. okay, let's wake the boy up, and let's try you. i'm the vampire armand and my daddy vampire groomed me into a little BITCH. my brother tossed himself off a roof! vampires who murdered my daddy made me pretend i didn't have a dick for 240 years! my sister buried me alive! my daughter was my sister was my throw pillow, when he wouldn't look at me kindly.
/ love love love this version and all versions on lestat.
/ lestat lestat lestat lestat lestat lestat lestat
/ lestat lestat lestat lestat lestat lestat lestat lestat lestat I TALKED ABOUT HIM THE WHOLE TIME, SO WHAT? THE NAME! the name. unuttered in our home for twenty three years and over and over again until it was pounding in my brain like a hammer. our problems aren't about him! and you threw her name around just for cover, but it always circled back to him. i loved her. but she didn't love you. not like he did. not like i have. i know... I KNOW! yes... i know
/ what? WHAT. it's morning. i lost time... things got heated. with a boy. things got heated with a boy. i was at home picking lint off the sofa! i said to join us! the night's gone, the room's soiled, and once again i'm here with mop and mindlessness to clean it up. so the room got dirty, so what? i'll clean it up! NO! i clean it up! you make the mess, and I clean it up! mark it on the calendar, align it with ursa major. louis's tri-annual fuck off and find me with apologies to follow. i'm sorry! seek comfort in the arms of lowlifes and unfortunates, and broken children, fine. oh, fine! the fine that doesn't sound like... but revealing our nature to a reporter you met in a bar ten hours ago? what if it was published? i was having some fun! i was in the middle of ending things when you... you'd have been passed out on the floor next to him, louis! out on your feet with the drug you stuffed him with! OH THIS IS BORING! you're boring! YOU! ARE SO! BORING! colorless. FLAAAAVORLESS. dull. dull. dull NIGHTS. dull WEEKS. dull MONTHS, dull as FUCK! suffocation... by the world's softest, BEIGEST pillow. the ten hours i spent with that boy were more exciting, more FASCINATING, than DECADES. with YOU. oh there it is. that half blank, half apocalyptic look. but what does it mean tonight, huh? does he wanna lick my boots, orrrr... chop my hands off? is it the gremlin, or the good nurse tonight? huh? okay. okay, perhaps. but am i as boring as the blather committed onto the ferric tapes of your FASCINATING boy? oh, it's so, so hard to be me! picking LINT off the SOFA? it's so hard to kill humans! everyone i know wrongs me! okay. okay, let's wake the boy up, and let's try you. i'm the vampire armand and my daddy vampire groomed me into a little BITCH. my brother tossed himself off a roof! vampires who murdered my daddy made me pretend i didn't have a dick for 240 years! my sister buried me alive! my daughter was my sister was my throw pillow, when he wouldn't look at me kindly.
mm.. i think the other one matches better.
i'm running out of rooms for your gifts, lestat.
lestat darling , you don't have to wait for an invitation to come inside . this isn't the 18th century .
it would NOT kill you to smile a little more and not that smile of yours . . maybe you'll be happier!!
⠀you CANNOT be that cruel— not to sweet ol' me! this is exactly what 'm talking about!!
@petitvmpyre if you liked yourself, you’d leave me be so you would not find yourself thrown across the parlor. contrary to popular belief, i am not enraged by everything — just you! now shoo before i take your coffin privileges away.
BOOOOO
why are you here? / modern day perhaps... in britain...
@Iioncourt * [ he crosses his arms over his chest, ignoring most of what lestat says in favor of remaining stubborn yet shifting uncomfortably in his doorway. ] how did you find me?
@tornfanged i suppose i do owe you an apology for my sudden disappearance. i am not claiming nor attempting to rewrite the past. i have had enough entanglements with those sort of affairs for the next few centuries. oh, mon cher, i am not the least bit concerned. i am quite certain you have had much to write about in the years we’ve been apart. you always did have a creative mind.
@Iioncourt * well, you left. not the other way around. so i'd say it's less of an influence and more of a nuisance. and i write all sorts of things — not that it's any of your concern.
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