MEOW.

There is a young man wandering the decks -- well, to be accurate, it's more like prowling. Lestat de Lioncourt is, as usual, very, very bored. It happens when you rarely get to annoy Louis, or even Armand. He's also hungry, though he's sipping from a wine glass full of what appears to be wine (though it's really rat's blood). Come talk to him ( Read more... )

The pale skinned boy sat under a shady area of the boat on its polished wooden floor. It was quiet here and he could watch the sun float along the water as the boat moved. He smiled to himself and shifted his weight a little, before sipping from a glass sitting beside him. He wondered if this trip was going to be as lonely as the last.

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