I serve it to you now, how it felt then. Fledgling, lover, mother.
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I serve it to you now, how it felt then. Fledgling, lover, mother.
The Vampire Chronicles: Watch the Queen conquer, part II Gabrielle de Lioncourt, the Wild One “Come on, stand up!” she said, those cold blue eyes flashing in the lights of the burning building at the mouth of the tunnel. And in that moment as love and resentment clashed with humbling fury, I was back at home hundreds of years ago, walking with her in those cold barren fields, with her haranguing me in that impatient voice. “Get up. Move. Come on.” “What are you going to do, if I don’t?” I snarled. “Slap me?” And that’s what she did. She slapped me.” Claudia de Lioncourt, the Princess of Eternal Youth “Stay back!” she said again. And now she slid off the couch and approached him, peering down into his face as he had peered at the child. “Absinthe, Father,” she said, “and laudanum!” “Demon!” he said to her. “Louis… put me in my coffin.” He struggled to rise. “Put me in my coffin!” His voice was hoarse, barely audible. The hand fluttered, lifted, and fell back. “I’ll put you in your coffin, Father,” she said, as though she were soothing him.“ I’ll put you in it forever.” And then, from beneath the pillows of the couch, she drew a kitchen knife. Jesse Reeves, the Heiress of the Great Family But what was this other being? The one who sat to the right of Maharet, who stood directly opposite Marius at the far end? Now, this one truly gave him a shock. The other twin was his first rash conjecture as he stared at her green eyes and her coppery red hair. But this being had been alive yesterday, surely. And he could find no explanation for her strength, her frigid whiteness; the piercing manner in which she stared at him; and the overwhelming telepathic power that emanated from her, a cascade of dark and finely delineated images which she seemed unable to control. Rose de Lioncourt, the Flower from the Savage Garden Uncle Lestan said, “I’ll be with you, Rose, as long as you need me.” She woke in the night crying for her mother. He held her in his arms. He felt so strong, so powerful. They stood on the edge of the patio, looking up at the cloudy sky. He told her that she was sweet and good and beautiful, and he wanted her to be happy. “When you grow up, Rose, you can be anything you want,” Uncle Lestan said. “Remember that. This is a magnificent world. And we are blessed with the gift of life in it.”
"I mean, she's also thousands of years old, and you know, is waking up, and the context is pretty crazy. But, yeah, I just had to zone into really the depth of how she was feeling." — SHEILA ATIM on the red carpet for The Vampire Lestat: One Night Only live at the Beacon Theatre in New York City.
you are acting like a lead lady in a romantic film.
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Rest in peace to the incredible Anthony Stewart Head (20th February 1954 - 1st June 2026)
RUPERT GILES in BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER (1997-2003)
Oh, holy crap.
"You only like this character because she's a woman!" okay and you hate her because she's a woman, knowing that she has all the traits you would enjoy in a male character.
FreenBecky as LomBlew in 4 Elements: The Air (ep03) ↳ Dangerous? How? The closer you get, the more enticed you become. So, you'd rather keep your distance from it.
The story goes, you fall in love with a monster and then they stop being all monster-y. They redeem themselves, right? The story isn’t just fall in love with a monster. // Part Two // (insp.)
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“Even if there is nothing left but desert waste,” he said, “I should want to be there, to see dune folding upon dune,” he went on. “If there was but one lamp left in all the world, I’d want to watch its flame. And so would you.”
Marius de Romanus to Pandora, Pandora by Anne Rice
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ENEMIES WITH BENEFITS | EP5
Shasha, there are so many people here. So? It's normal to kiss my girlfriend.
SHASHA and GORYA // GIRL RULES, EP12
The Vampire Chronicles: Watch the Queen conquer, part I Akasha, the Mother and the Queen “You must return now to your villages,” she said. “You must tell those who knew of the blood god that he is dead. The Queen of Heaven has destroyed him. The Queen will destroy all those males who still believe in him. The Queen of Heaven will bring a new reign of peace on earth. There will be death for the males who have oppressed you, but you must wait for my sign.” Maharet and Mekare, the Damned Twins “In Mekare and me, it seemed her power had been doubled, as is often true with twins. That is, each of us was twice as powerful as our mother. As for the power we had together, it was incalculable. We talked to the spirits when we were in the cradle. We were surrounded by them when we played. As twins, we developed our own secret language, which not even our mother understood. But the spirits knew it. The spirits would understand anything we said to them; they could even speak our secret language back to us.” Pandora, Lydia, the Goddess “The Empire was the world. All that lay beyond was chaos and misery and struggle and strife. I was a soldier. I could fight. I dreamt I was putting on my armor. <…> I was alone. I went from room to room of this small house, banging upon the walls with my fists and crying with my teeth clenched, and whirling. There was no Mother Isis. There were no gods. Philosophers were fools! Poets sang lies.” Bianca Solderini, the Poisonous Beauty “I feel sorry for you,” she said quietly. “Do you?” I asked. I said these words with my broken heart. “I hope you do, my precious darling, because I love you, I love you more than I have ever loved you, and I need you.” “But that’s just the point, you see,” she said in a low compassionate voice. “I heard the things you said to her. And I’m leaving you.”