*sheets rustling*

Angel, I can hear those thoughts of yours.

*a long pause where Lestat kisses him*

You and I are leaving. Together. If it is your time to leave this City then I'm going with you.

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*a laugh that is definitely NOT Lestat's*

Reno, I think you're missing something. And borrowing something of mine.

*a little voice*

A moment though. I have a little boy to put to bed it seems.

*footsteps and several moments of silence before they return*

There. Now where was I? Ah yes. I seem to have your body, Reno.

And so the curse of variety begins again. Well, at least it keeps things perfectly unpredictable and interesting. This might even be one of my favorite curses. Though, it is becoming consistent, don't you think ( Read more... )

Well, well. What a pleasant surprise this is. I always love these days. All the new people around for a full day.

Come now, introduce yourselves. I am eager to meet you all.

Such fascinating pictures. And I seem to have some of my own. Though, I think I could have done without one of these at the very least.

Ah well. What can one do in such circumstances. Besides, while it was a painful experience it was for a purpose.

[ooc: Pictures for Lestat can include the following: attempting suicide by sunlight (that is a ( Read more... )

Well now ( Read more... )

Anita, I have found some dresses. I think you should take a look and let me know what you think.

First, we could go with a dress that will be sure to please Reeve later.

Then again, you could always go with the sweet look instead.

You'll have to let me know. I'd rather not make a pending purchase without your opinion.

At least this curse has the potential to be interesting.

And I remember who I am. Lucky me.

Now, let's see what I can do today.

*Just to spite yesterday, he's playing his violin. The tune is heated and fast. Something grip the heart and force you to listen. And then, the music builds and builds until finally, it ends with the point of leaving the audience wanting more.*

And that, is so much better.

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*heavier than usual French accent*

This...

Where am I?

And...why am I holding Nicki's violin?

[ooc: I'm doing it again. What if Lestat didn't go to Paris? No vampire Lestat. Just pale, human Lestat with no extraordinary abilities and wanting freedom badly. All replies will be in voice since at this point in canon...he can't read.]