Don't be a fool for the Devil, darling.

Indie RP blog for Lestat de Lioncourt from the Vampire Chronicles by Anne Rice. Mun is 35+ and will not RP with minors. Follows the tag 'devilsfool'

[devilsfool]

OOC; Heading into the last two weeks with the babies and the stress is at a high; please know I may not be on too much for the next two weeks. <3

[criticallyavamp]

I have committed a crime

[darknessmolten]

[text] How’s the shoulder?

[text] It's been weeks. I believe even a mortal would have healed by now.

[text] What's the matter? Need some abuse? I'm sure I can muster some.

[devilsfool]

[text] I’m in Paris. Why the hell we keep coming back to Paris, I don’t know.

[text] No. Just proof of life.

[darknessmolten]

[text] Because it's Paris. There's no leaving that shithole.

[text] What, can't rat on me to my lover any more?

[devilsfool]

[text] Fucks me every time I come.

[text] What would I say now?

[darknessmolten]

[text] How’s the shoulder?

[text] It's been weeks. I believe even a mortal would have healed by now.

[text] What's the matter? Need some abuse? I'm sure I can muster some.

[devilsfool]

[text] I’m in Paris. Why the hell we keep coming back to Paris, I don’t know.

[text] No. Just proof of life.

[and-fishing-equipment]

what gets you is not that louis and lestat love each other and still love each other though they hate each other because they cannot live without each other, we knew that. what gets you is that they are friends. it takes us two seasons of toxic gothic "i was under his spell" sort of romance to admit that, beside all that, they just like each other. they feel easy and at home in each other's company. they're giggling and cracking each other up. making easy conversation. they're bantering and bickering like an old married couple, because they ARE, and they DO know each other best of anyone. they DO trust each other above all else. they know which buttons to push to drive each other up the wall, and they know when they need to drop the argument and hold the other close. way beyond words, they know each other. their souls are scissoring. nobody talk to me

[achillesinhighheels]

The Lovers by Jef Joseph Marie Thomas Lambeaux (1852-1908)

[devilsfool]

Nightmares and Admissions

He'd allowed his body to slip into a comfortable mortal sleep when the night came, his mind only just registering the shift from the death sleep to something more measured. And so it was, an hour after sundown, that he awoke, stretching languidly against the sheets until his foot made contact with the other creature sharing the bed with him. He sighed and closed his eyes, pressing his nose against Louis' pale shoulder, his lips against the upper part of his bicep. His breath came out in a rush, the vocalization to his lover ending up as more of an "Mmph," than any other sound.

Poetry, really.

They'd come to Paris as their first stop in France before heading south. Doing this had become a kind of healing ritual, a method of exorcising demons that still had the power to haunt and torture them both. It was a delicate sort of mission, each time they did it, and each time something a little worse loosened and released. If they were careful, they emerged stronger for it. If they weren't--well, the scars would follow them for nights, the arguments deliberately cruel and brutal. It was always a risk, but a risk they'd agreed to take together.

The body against his shifted and Lestat shook his head, wrapping his left arm loosely around his lover's slim waist. "Don't get out of bed, yet." His voice was drunk on the hour of sleep he'd claimed, his lips still pressed against Louis' skin. "Stay with me."

The Hôtel de Crillon was beautiful, yes, and far too expensive per night, obviously, but was more neutral ground that the flat they owned and typically used when visiting Paris. This trip, Louis had insisted, and Lestat suspected it was his own erratic behavior that had beckoned that insistence. He was uncomfortable, as though his soul was trying to jump out of his body, and he knew why, though he was loathe to discuss it.

He tugged at Louis' waist, his lips wandering up to his lover's neck. "One more hour."

@istartedthefire

[devilsfool]

[  TXT  ]  :  this  is  me  texting  you  instead  of  overthinking.  you’re  welcome.

[text] Are you safe?

[sonataforsybelle]

[text] yes. Found myself on some roof. Calmer. Got headphones too. Sorry i got mute and ran away

[text] I can't filter noise as well as others, and crowds with the thirst... it got painful and I didn't wanna be seen wailing like this, should have fed first

[devilsfool]

[text] I don’t care if you ‘got mute,’ Sybelle.

[text] I’ve slipped into a coma for years, that’s far more embarrassing.

[text] Ask Armand about filtering the noise. He can do it better than most.

[sonataforsybelle]

[text] .. okay. I needed out fast though

[text] he already helped with human mental noise but I'm still learning. It's a lot.

[text] tell me when you're done ? I'll join you.

[text] (thank you)

[devilsfool]

[text] Happy you did what you needed, mignonne.

[text] It is. It hit me like a goddamn truck when it first happened. Like being born into darkness all over again, on hyperdrive.

[text] Join me anytime.

[pigeon-princess]

Claudia and her two vampire dads

[incorrect-vampire-stuff]

Lestat: Treat spiders the way you’d want to be treated!

Louis: Killed without hesitation.

Lestat: No.

[devilsfool]

[  TXT  ]  :  this  is  me  texting  you  instead  of  overthinking.  you’re  welcome.

[text] Are you safe?

[sonataforsybelle]

[text] yes. Found myself on some roof. Calmer. Got headphones too. Sorry i got mute and ran away

[text] I can't filter noise as well as others, and crowds with the thirst... it got painful and I didn't wanna be seen wailing like this, should have fed first

[devilsfool]

[text] I don’t care if you ‘got mute,’ Sybelle.

[text] I’ve slipped into a coma for years, that’s far more embarrassing.

[text] Ask Armand about filtering the noise. He can do it better than most.

[devilsfool]

[text] Can you bring me the Keats from downstairs?

[text] The one I almost tripped over and broke my neck on or the one I almost threw out the window into the rain?

[istartedthefire]

[text] As you wish.

[text] Though I find the Keats obstacle that nearly killed you adds a bit of danger to our relationship.

[devilsfool]

[text] I cannot believe I am texting you from a floor away. You know this is ridiculous?

[text] Death by Keats it shall be. Want to add the Kant that you threw at my head a week ago for some extra spice?

[istartedthefire]

[text] Yes. But you are down there, are you not? And the books are within reach.

[text] No, I always feel a little attacked by Kant. Perhaps he is out to get us both. Keats is definitely more my poison today. I don't feel like being challenged today, I'm in a more romantic mood.

[devilsfool]

[text] Is that so?

[text] Read me the Keats. Preferably in bed. Tell me why you love it. Tell me what about it gives you such passion. Then show me.

[istartedthefire]

Does Lestat have panic attacks?

Infer what you will from his books and whatever he may have said. It's not my place to say. It's his.

[devilsfool]

I love you. Have I made that clear recently?

[devilsfool]

[  TXT  ]  :  this  is  me  texting  you  instead  of  overthinking.  you’re  welcome.

[text] Are you safe?

[devilsfool]

[text] Can you bring me the Keats from downstairs?

[text] The one I almost tripped over and broke my neck on or the one I almost threw out the window into the rain?

[istartedthefire]

[text] As you wish.

[text] Though I find the Keats obstacle that nearly killed you adds a bit of danger to our relationship.

[devilsfool]

[text] I cannot believe I am texting you from a floor away. You know this is ridiculous?

[text] Death by Keats it shall be. Want to add the Kant that you threw at my head a week ago for some extra spice?

[devilsfool]

[text] Can you bring me the Keats from downstairs?

[text] The one I almost tripped over and broke my neck on or the one I almost threw out the window into the rain?

[devilsfool]

[Text] I saw something shiny and dramatic today and thought of you.

[text] I saw something covered in dust. Should I have thought of you?