dear_mun | re: moving to dw

You know I will miss Nuala and Edward if they cannot bring themselves to follow. Meta the hell of out them, babydoll, bring me my greatest loves! God's teeth, Quinn would be the sweetest of gifts to me here even if that little hellion Mona dragged on his heels. Take Claudia to me! Take Marius and throw him toward these open arms, he'll be weeping within the week if I disappear for too long, no matter the scathing sweetness his red devil whispers by way of comfort. You know how they are, ma chérie, we'll have to rock on either way.

So!

New coat, crushed velvet in cobalt, silver embroidery of arabesques all down the front in the old-style. You'll give it to me, won't you? You know it. Chantilly soaked into my new silk shirts over here in memory of Aunt Queen, the old darling was a rave of inspiration for us all. Bring me home to myself if nowhere else, sweetheart, do it as fast as possible or I couldn't bear the most minor of accented differences.

I want Louis, he must be here. He must be with me.

You're ripping apart a family and it isn't endearing in the slightest, watch out for your own personal Goblin. I'd call it your conscience.

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You're not actually coming to Baedal, are you? That isn't a thing that's actually happening. Confirm.

[ is that a tinyfairy laughing at you, deacon? y. y it is. ]

Lady, no one asked you.

[ no1curr ]

I think he seems nice.

Because you're an amazing judge of character. No offense, but you think I seem nice.

[ actually a valid point. ]

What have you got against crushed velvet?

Probably not as much as you think.

This conversation can not proceed without photographic evidence.

Hey, Fish. What is wrong with you.

What, I'm trying to be supportive.

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You sound far too put out for someone I haven't met. Does my reputation precede me?

Meet one old time crazy vampire, meet 'em all, you know?

Oh, and which crusty old codger have you hung out with before?

My maker and his pals, but we didn't really hang out that much. Not a lot in common.

Nice coat.

It's usually that way, doesn't seem to change between maker and fledgling from world to world. No big deal.

Thanks, I felt nostalgia creep up on me again, it's no Comme des Garcons runway escapade but still cuts a fine shadow. Lestat de Lioncourt.

Frost.

[ Slightly weirded out by you, never mind him. ] You didn't answer my question, blondie.

I'd prefer to call you Deacon, if you don't mind. [ He does with everyone else, this won't be any different in that regard - even if he did, there's no stopping Lestat from doing whatever he wants, an air of absolute certainty to every impulsive comment, somehow. ] An old man's liberty.

[ It seems a waste not to and entirely pointless dancing around the fact that I know it. That? Is most certainly some telepathy going on. You may call me Lestat. And that isn't a suggestion. ]

I didn't, how annoying. Perhaps I will and perhaps I won't, we'll find out in the coming weeks whether I'll be weighing in on the territory of others like myself and gouging out the heart to see what all the fuss is about. Can you tell me about the city, Deacon? I'd be delighted to listen to you.

[ Obviously Deacon responds to telepathic showing off with maturity, which is to say, a flash of fang in a grimace. ]

Do I look like a fuckin' travel agent to you? It's kidnap city, and you either figure it out or you don't.

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[ One day, Lestat will introduce Deacon to Mona and little vampire hearts will pop between their heads. ]

I bet I will, but I'd rather know who the big noise is from someone whose opinion actually factors into the equation.