Faith in Madness

I am Louis de Pointe du Lac, and some would call me the child of Lestat, though such things are never so simple. I live between my homes in Paris and my beloved city, New Orleans. I travel and I write, your company isn't offensive, but I have to wonder why you would seek the company of one as mundane as me. There was a tragedy, you know? It was my life.

[benjaminthedevil]

Hiatus Notice

So, I think it’s time to admit that this is official. I’ve been fighting really hard against writer’s block for a while now, between the stress induced block from just real life bullshit going down and regular old writer’s block I’m just…entirely useless. I’ve been rolling around between wanting to be here writing and having absolutely no inspiration, and it’s just time to admit that I need a bit of a break. I’m going to be putting this account and a couple of my other’s on hold for a little while, and in the mean time I’m going to try giving a couple of my lesser used/known muses more attention and see if I can’t shake these blocks free. With luck, I’ll be back in writing shape in a few weeks. If ya’ll want to find me at one of my smaller blogs, just send me an ask and I’ll give you the urls, if not I’ll hopefully be back in shape soon and ready to get back to this blog! <33

[foi-folie]

"..Ye---!?!"

"………What have I done this time then..?"

[maestrolestat]

"You. Bastard." 

[foi-folie]

"I suppose I shouldn’t be so surprised….You’ve still not told me what I’ve done Lestat. Are you still upset that Armand was over the other night?” 

[maestrolestat]

"I’m upset, Louis, that I ended up spending my evening alone - after delivering a very generous gift, as I recall!" He gave the man a pointed look, before gazing him up and down. "…and was promptly cast off. Why must you suffer his behavior?" 

[foi-folie]

Louis sighed heavily in resignation turned back into his home, assuming Lestat would follow. "You weren't cast aside, as I recall I generously accepted, and promptly used that last gift with you." He said, returning the pointed look to Lestat. "And honestly, why must I throw him out? He's perfectly pleasant with me, I just can't understand why neither of you get along with each other. It's a lost cause I suppose." 

[foi-folie]

"..Ye---!?!"

"………What have I done this time then..?"

[maestrolestat]

"You. Bastard." 

[foi-folie]

"I suppose I shouldn't be so surprised....You've still not told me what I've done Lestat. Are you still upset that Armand was over the other night?" 

[everlastingporcelain]

"The flower that blooms in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of all." 

Independent Roleplay Page for Bianca Solderini, character from The Vampire Chronicles by Anne Rice. 

Around 10 years general roleplay experience, new to Tumblr. 

Multi-Verse; Will roleplay with any fandom.

Flexible roleplay.

All types of storylines encouraged Smut, Adventure, AU, etc. 

Aim & Skype available upon request.

Friendly & Understanding Mun; Never rush. 

Guidelines x Biography x Open Starters

[foi-folie]

"..Ye---!?!"

".........What have I done this time then..?"

[thecretanbride]

[imjacksparrowtheoneandonly-blog]

[asafeconfessionplace]

nijah

[everlastingporcelain]

(☉_☉)

Send (☉_☉) and my muse will have to explain why they have no clothes on.

”You see, Louis…”She said throwing her hair to cover her bosom and lightly moving to a side. ”New Orleans is very hot in this time of the year isn’t?”

[foi-folie]

He shook his head a little, “You’re not pestering me Mademoiselle Bianca, simply startled.” He smiled gently, looking back once he could see that she was more covered up. He could think of more then a few people who might be jealous of what he’d just been privileged to see, he wasn’t sure he wanted them breathing down his neck over the matter though. “I’ll keep the incident a private matter between us though. Do you…need a place to change? I might have some clothes that could fit you with a little…adjusting.” 

[everlastingporcelain]

She nodded as her smile grew. “Especially in some parts I assume.”She said placing her hands on her waist. “to be honest Monsieur Louis, I was comfortable, and I am still comfortable in your jacket, if you don’t mind I would like to remain like that for a while more, if that doesn’t trouble you of course.”Bianca said leaning softly to appear to be shorter than she already was, with a soft movement he would find her fingers softly wrapped around his arm, just as it was used to be centuries ago. 

[foi-folie]

He blushed slightly, watching the elegant curl of her pale, slender fingers as they found their place on his arm. "I....see." He answered softly, not knowing what else to say for that moment. "You've always seemed well dressed...it must be quite a hassle to go through that ever day. Who am I to fault you from wanting a break from that." He smile gently. 

"Would you...like walk somewhere with me?" 

[foi-folie]

herafaine replied to your post:Evening.

Gera pops her head out of a cabinet. “Yeah, man. Where do ya keep your hooch?”

"Where is my…what?? I don’t keep women. To be honest, I’m not even sure why you’re here…Why are you here? How did you get in?"

[herafaine-blog]

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"What use would I have for it," he asked and she rolled her pale jade eyes. "What, you don’t entertain? "

"Better than nothin.’" She snapped up the pack in a hurry, tapping down the contents out of habit before she plucked a stick and lodged it between her lips. Hera mumbled around the smoke, "What kinda monastery’re you runnin’ here, Lucy? Like, is this a shelter for nosferatu who don’t know how to vamp or are you retired? 'Cause I'm down for a little shuffleboard if you wanna grab your walker and head out back for a round."

Plopping down beside him with a bounce, the sprite-like vamp folded her legs beneath her and stared expectantly at a guy who was beginning to strike her as more prudish stick-in-the-mud than vampire. “You gonna light this thing or do I have to find my own flint around here too?”

[foi-folie]

Louis gazed at her, a quiet kind of building, burning disapproval. "What....did you just call me?" His back had not been so stiff in years. He was stunned, too stunned to actually register all she was saying. All he could now imagine was a dark haired, feminine Lestat just waltzing around his home being a brat....as if that weren't already his official calling card. The Brat Prince and now it seemed there was a Brat Princess. Soon they might announce the merry occasion of their wedding-and then the world would be doomed. Louis would opt to living under a rock instead. 

He wasn't sure how well this woman knew him, but clearly she didn't know much of his reputation, or she wouldn't have asked him to put a flame anywhere near her face. He took a deep breath though, his somber green eyes closing briefly before he reached for his lighter and flicked the little flame to life for her convenience. 

"I don't keep alcohol because it does me no good to drink it any longer. It would just be a depressing reminder of vices long past. And no, I can't say I make a point of entertaining often, if I did this home would be in better shape. As it is, I don't really care one way or the other. If you want 'hooch' so bad, you're welcome to go get some from the corner store. There's a refrigerator in the kitchen, I might even let you use it." 

[undemoneperfetto]

foi-folie:

Louis flushed slightly despite himself, though he smiled and stepped into the home beyond, his eyes still tracking each immaculate detail. Marius did have fine tastes, right down to the finest of details. Louis felt he could simply stare at the wall for hours, but Armand’s words broke through his quiet daze.  "Do you mean to jest with me, Armand?" He asked with a somber smile and a shake of his head. "I’ve learned a little more about desires in my travels in recent years. I’ve packed only a few of my favorite sweaters and slacks, and a few of my journals and favorite books. I hope that’s alright?" Admittedly…he did have a few lighters with him, though he got the sense that telling others that made them nervous. Really. He burns down two buildings and he’s labeled an arsonist for the rest of time. 

[undemoneperfetto]

"No, no. I don’t jest." A smile glimmered on his lips briefly before settling back into his normal passive gaze. "I expected less. But it’s quite fine."

Armand walked steadily through the corridor to the foyer, never phased by the lavish adornments and antiques Marius so deeply loved. He walked among them, neatly fitting in, hair matching the red drapery and golden tones of absolutely everything. He could have just as easily disappeared in the wooden panels that lined the walls as well. Armand was a muse to Marius in every respect it seemed and ahead of them was one of his many grande murals spanning the entirety of the hind of this foyer. At last the boy turned on his heels dressed in argyle socks.

"I suppose you can have your own room." Armand’s demeanor was youthful, reminiscent of a boy inviting a friend to play. "Daniel and I share one coffin as of right now."

[foi-folie]

Louis couldn't help that feeling that he was some how trapped in a daze, moving from one place to the next with no recollection of his feet moving, but oh did his eyes move. There were several times when he was certain he would trail away from Armand's lead to follow some grand interesting detail, the carve of the wood, the smell of antiques and even old books wafting through the halls. He was glad he didn't though, the vision of Armand bathed in the span of that mural was...beautiful. 

"Oh...yes, that will be fine. Is Daniel alright with me spending some time with all of you?" He asked with a curious frown. "I can't say we've talked much in quite a while." Granted...they had done quite a lot of talking their first night. 

[foi-folie]

herafaine replied to your post:Evening.

Gera pops her head out of a cabinet. “Yeah, man. Where do ya keep your hooch?”

"Where is my…what?? I don’t keep women. To be honest, I’m not even sure why you’re here…Why are you here? How did you get in?" 

[herafaine-blog]

That catches her off guard. Hera stops to give, first Louis, then the room a once over. “Damn it, guy,” she shakes her head just once in awe and eyes him again just to be sure. “You’re too pretty to be this dull.”

"I said hooch, not cooch." She walked on opening drawers and doors searching. "And whether you play with’em or not," her nose stuck in the air, sniffing him out without facing him, "a guy your age oughtta know the difference between liquor and cunt. Even one as stiff as you uh, appear to be."

Raven hair whipped around as she abruptly turned on him, “You seriously don’t have anything to drink in this joint?”

[foi-folie]

He stared at her, for a long while not having the slightest idea what she was possibly talking about. What in god's name was 'hooch' if not a street woman..?

"Liquor!? That's what you're looking for?" He sat up more on his couch and gave her a baffled look before shaking his head and stamping out his cigarette. "Of course I don't have any liquor, what use would I have for it?" He scoffed slightly.He was suddenly reminded of the agitation he felt when Lestat was in one of his moods. 

"I don't have food either, is that a damning quality for a man my age? I have cigarettes if that would sooth you?" he held up the half empty pack in her direction.

[foi-folie]

The horrid smell wasn’t lost on Louis, though he had long since given up on caring. He could see the change in Lestat’s face, the slightest shift in those handsome features. It there was one thing Louis was guilty of these days, it was…being very aware of his Maker’s face. 

"Forgive the smell. These aren’t my preferred brand. I usually get mine from France when I visit, they’re much cleaner and smell nicer, but it’s been some time since I’ve visited." He smiled slightly and looked back to the burning stick. He’d gotten the idea when thinking back to his interview with Daniel, he’d had quite a few while they sat together and talked. He’d found a fondness for watching them then.

He took his first pull of the smoke, feeling the soft, dangerous burn of it in his mouth, the taste it left briefly before he let he smoke escape in small, curling rings just to enjoy the vision of them in the low light of the room. He’d often spend hours sitting in the dark doing just this. But now, it came with the time to consider Lestat’s offer. 

"If I…come with you. Will you go to Paris with me when we’re done?" 

[leliowolfkiller]

He says nothing about the smell but he knows that Louis can tell. It seems they’re not as unfamiliar as they though, as Lestat thought. He wants to tell Louis about Claudia, too, about seeing her, finding her alive even for the briefest night, but he can’t bring himself to do it because he might just get him back. This offer of travel, the cigarette smoke slowly dissolving the tension between them.       He hesitates as he looks over at Louis, he doesn’t want to answer immediately. Instead he pulls the cigarettes towards him, he’s not really tried it, though if Louis can do it then so can he. He pulls one, puts it between his lips and lights it. He takes a drag of it, but then he nods.       ‘——fine. If you still want me to after coming with me.’      No doubt it will end in arguments. It always does. That’s why they part ways.      ’—I’ve missed Paris.’

[foi-folie]

He smiled faintly, watching Lestat as he reached for one of his cigarettes and even offering him his lighter. The little fire makers could be found everywhere these days, he sometimes liked collecting them for their designs.

"It's an...acquired taste." He said softly as he saw the first puff of smoke leave Lestat's lips. The two of them must look rather funny in that moment. Like so many other mortals Louis watched in his quiet time, sharing a pack of cigarettes. The mortality of the scene amused him slightly, even brought a small smile to his face. 

"That's fair. Do you promise to try and be kind while we're there?" He asked softly, tapping some of the ash away in the tray. 

[foi-folie]

*Hugs you real tight* Would you please send this to the first 10 PEOPLE on your dash to keep it going? Make their day with a hug. :)

merci, angeau. 

[everlastingporcelain]

(☉_☉)

Send (☉_☉) and my muse will have to explain why they have no clothes on.

”You see, Louis…”She said throwing her hair to cover her bosom and lightly moving to a side. ”New Orleans is very hot in this time of the year isn’t?”

[foi-folie]

  "Think nothing of it." he said, averting his eyes as politely as he could while she retrieved his jacket. God forbid…if he dared looking for too long….the guilt of enjoying the view? It made him quiver painfully inside and pressed the thoughts away. "I dare say I’m not overly sheltered to the vision of bare chests, especially during the…festivals in this City, but seeing an acquaintance in such a position is a bit more unexpected."  He tried to smile gently. 

[everlastingporcelain]

She took his jacket and put it on, however, she had to admit she did it on a slower speed she’d normally dress up in such a situation. “I am sorry to pester you in such a season, Monsieur Louis.”Bianca muttered as she tried to look into his eyes, however, there was no regret in her face; Bianca smiled to him. 

[foi-folie]

He shook his head a little, "You're not pestering me Mademoiselle Bianca, simply startled." He smiled gently, looking back once he could see that she was more covered up. He could think of more then a few people who might be jealous of what he'd just been privileged to see, he wasn't sure he wanted them breathing down his neck over the matter though. "I'll keep the incident a private matter between us though. Do you...need a place to change? I might have some clothes that could fit you with a little...adjusting." 

[foi-folie]

herafaine replied to your post:Evening.

Gera pops her head out of a cabinet. “Yeah, man. Where do ya keep your hooch?”

"Where is my...what?? I don't keep women. To be honest, I'm not even sure why you're here...Why are you here? How did you get in?" 

[foi-folie]

He sighed softly, looking to his home again. A hovel..? Perhaps…it wasn’t the bright decorations of old, those had all been Lestat’s doing.

"Yes…I leave it from time to time. Though I dare say, where I leave it to isn’t always to your tastes. You would find my life painfully boring Lestat." 

He’d often imagined it, Lestat in his home again, but such fantasies were always ruined by even his own subconscious realizing Lestat wouldn’t stand for such things. It was sure to end in shouting or bickering, but most likely Lestat just walking out and not returning. 

"Mendoccino? And what’s so interesting there that it’s caught your attention?" He asked, being shaken from his thoughts again to return to his place on the couch, reaching for one of his many packs of cigarettes and a lighter. He found a quiet moment of interest in lighting the imagined ‘death stick’ on fire, then letting it burn down to ashes again and glow hot like a very small heartbeat. 

[leliowolfkiller]

The problem with Vampires being that they would always return, for they had eternity. There is no staying away forever. It’s impossible. Lestat makes no claim to never return to the others, even if at his departure he loathes them, time heals almost anything. A smile comes to his lips because, yes, he’s fairly certain he would find Louis’ life painfully dull, he’s already finding it dull.       ‘—Come with me and find out for yourself,’ he suggests.      He watches Louis light the cigarette and suddenly the smell of the place hits him. It’s not particularly pleasant, but Louis’ scent mingles with burnt tobacco and he’s sure he could get used to it—though the tobacco of current days smells much worse than in their day.

[foi-folie]

The horrid smell wasn't lost on Louis, though he had long since given up on caring. He could see the change in Lestat's face, the slightest shift in those handsome features. It there was one thing Louis was guilty of these days, it was...being very aware of his Maker's face. 

"Forgive the smell. These aren't my preferred brand. I usually get mine from France when I visit, they're much cleaner and smell nicer, but it's been some time since I've visited." He smiled slightly and looked back to the burning stick. He'd gotten the idea when thinking back to his interview with Daniel, he'd had quite a few while they sat together and talked. He'd found a fondness for watching them then.

He took his first pull of the smoke, feeling the soft, dangerous burn of it in his mouth, the taste it left briefly before he let he smoke escape in small, curling rings just to enjoy the vision of them in the low light of the room. He'd often spend hours sitting in the dark doing just this. But now, it came with the time to consider Lestat's offer. 

"If I...come with you. Will you go to Paris with me when we're done?"