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Jan 16, 2010 13:39

Lestat. There are no apologies I can make for myself ( Read more... )

how you love your precious guilt, oh merciful death

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[Private] whattasteisthis January 16 2010, 04:04:35 UTC
You and I have things to discuss.

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[Private] deathmerciful January 16 2010, 04:07:17 UTC
[Louis is not at his journal right now, please leave a message and he will consider looking at it within the decade]

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Re: [Private] whattasteisthis January 16 2010, 04:11:01 UTC
Louis. We need to speak.

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[Private] deathmerciful January 16 2010, 04:13:04 UTC
Armand.

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gift_enjoyed January 16 2010, 04:08:47 UTC
No, there are none.

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deathmerciful January 16 2010, 04:12:16 UTC
[More taps of ink like he is wavering his pen over the journal. Louis is far too within himself to answer Lestat at the present time]

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gift_enjoyed January 16 2010, 04:14:42 UTC
Do not ignore me, Louis!

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deathmerciful January 16 2010, 04:16:43 UTC
[Is far accustomed to Lestat's rage despite the injuries Lestat must have sustained and pain he is in. Lestat's anger merely fuels Louis' guilt and he draws himself further in]

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I CAN TAKE IT. ~is manly~ deathmerciful January 16 2010, 04:21:04 UTC
Courage has nought to do with vapid cruelty.

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Who me? :-* deathmerciful January 16 2010, 04:30:30 UTC
Foul creature.

Do you have no understanding of what it means to actually feel for another life form?

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killyourownkind January 16 2010, 04:56:49 UTC
I would never forsake you, Louis.

I simply did not understand.

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deathmerciful January 16 2010, 05:20:41 UTC
Again you are my light in the darkness, my love.

Where did you hide?

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killyourownkind January 16 2010, 23:29:53 UTC
The Doctor hid me away.

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deathmerciful January 17 2010, 08:32:49 UTC
That miserable Ten? He nearly destroyed you.

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