"Louis, Louis, Louis." Lestat called out to Louis with a particular familiar weight to his tone that carried that honey-traced melancholy that danced near the line of pity. Although, of all his fledgings, of all his companions, Louis must be his favorite. Even over those he's carried alongside him into this afterlife experience. There was just something about Louis that trembled the strings to his heart. Surely Louis would befit any play so long as it was full of sorrow, anguish, guilt, remorse, and a hint of regret! The sad fact is that no play was worthy of his dear Louis!
Lestat had the very faintest of a chuckle before he stepped closer yet.
His eyes absorbed the violet of his collar, cuffs, and lapel. His blonde hair pale as if it’s not seen the sun in many, many years thus void of that particular warming vitamin in the invisible air that gave skin a tan. His skin — yes, his skin was white with a shimmer of pearl to the curves of his knuckles, the trace of his jaw, and the tip of his nose. It was faint, but there was an illuminated factor within his skin that perhaps the moon graced him with. After all, he was but the moon’s only true companion for so very long.
Why wouldn’t the heavens grant him the finest of gifts: starlight shimmer!
He had watched Louis lose himself in his thoughts and blunder over a rather awkward encounter as he rammed his strong body against the weak one of a human. Then Louis carried on with all the weight of his burdens holding tight to his shoulders and pulling at the tails of Louis’ hair. He was, perfectly described, such a drag.
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Lestat had the very faintest of a chuckle before he stepped closer yet.
His eyes absorbed the violet of his collar, cuffs, and lapel. His blonde hair pale as if it’s not seen the sun in many, many years thus void of that particular warming vitamin in the invisible air that gave skin a tan. His skin — yes, his skin was white with a shimmer of pearl to the curves of his knuckles, the trace of his jaw, and the tip of his nose. It was faint, but there was an illuminated factor within his skin that perhaps the moon graced him with. After all, he was but the moon’s only true companion for so very long.
Why wouldn’t the heavens grant him the finest of gifts: starlight shimmer!
He had watched Louis lose himself in his thoughts and blunder over a rather awkward encounter as he rammed his strong body against the weak one of a human. Then Louis carried on with all the weight of his burdens holding tight to his shoulders and pulling at the tails of Louis’ hair. He was, perfectly described, such a drag.