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All Everard's lovers died and the common theme is him. Do you fear being the next to die?
Now that is a very cruel thing to say. The earth is a common theme for every death of man or beast that has ever occurred, is that her fault? Everard is not responsible for the deaths of any of his lovers; nor is it some fated thing. And I do not fear death anyway.
Do you see similarities between Lestat and your new beau?
Yes, there are certainly some, but there are differences even in their similarities. Both have a remarkable inner strength that has seen them through a great deal, but the people they have become at the end of it all are entirely different. A sense of humour has developed in them both, somewhat as a result, but one uses it as a deflection to a far greater degree than the other. And both certainly have a remarkable capacity for love, but for one it manifests itself in loving the world and in the other, it is more focused on me.
"Have you explored South America much? I think you would enjoy it very much."
I spent some time in Patagonia once. The wind there has a way of stripping every unnecessary thought from your mind. There were nights when I walked for hours without seeing another soul, and I found that deeply comforting.
You may be right, David. There is still much of South America I haven't seen. If the rest of it holds even a fraction of that quiet, I think I would enjoy exploring it.
"I believe there is nowhere else quite like it in the world. There are many countries I enjoy, of course, but South America truly is something special to explore. I have spent time in Patagonia myself and it is just as you say: breathtakingly peaceful. It is wonderful all the way through the Andes; in many areas, the only signs of civilisation are ancient. The jungles are less peaceful, but no less appealing to me. I can certainly recommend deeper explorations and I'd be curious to hear your thoughts."
You've only made me more curious!
The Andes, especially, sound worth following, if only to see those ancient places that have outlasted the people who built them. I suspect the jungles would demand a different sort of attention altogether.
If you've any particular places to recommend, David, I'd be glad to hear them. I have every intention of returning to South America, and I would rather begin with the paths you've found most worthwhile.
"I am very pleased to hear that. The jungles are certainly a different challenge, but once that can be worth taking on. Buildings and the like tend to be a little more intact in there, far more difficult for mere mortals to explore.
But the mountains do still hold remarkable stories and many secrets too. If you follow the Amazon River toward its source in Peru, right up into the mountains, there are remnants of cities that could almost rival our own, with rock paintings, and ancient burials. There are staircases carved into the mountains and large divots cut out of the ground that were used for food production. It's truly remarkable; there is not a soul for many miles but it somehow feels wonderfully alive."
That sounds precisely like the sort of place I seek.
A landscape that remembers its people long after they've vanished has always held more interest for me than any thriving city. Staircases still climbing mountains no one ascends, paintings left on stone by hands turned to dust, terraces patiently waiting for harvests that will never come. Those things linger in ways people seldom do.
I think I'll follow your advice and trace the Amazon toward its source. If a place can feel alive without a single heartbeat nearby, then I suspect I'll feel quite at home there.
Tell me, David, what place has surprised you most in all your travels? There must be one destination that still lingers in your thoughts above the rest.
I should very much like to hear your thoughts when you do return from that adventure.
But that is a cruel question. It's very difficult to choose only one. So many places have made a very strong impact on me, but there are very few that surprise me. I always spent too much time dreaming of my travels before making the journey and in that time I would end up doing a good deal of research about where I was headed. But I would say Africa, as much as that may be classed as cheating. There are so many wonderful sights in those regions, you're spoilt for choice.
He was following everything he could, but understanding almost nothing at all. They might as well have been speaking another language entirely, which, with his background, left him entirely astounded all over again. She'd not come to Siena to visit here, or at least if she had, they'd apparently not been expecting her; so now even her presence here remained a mystery. And that word, feral. The poor girl seemed to say it with such fear.
They seemed also to say her name with reverence, though he realised he didn't recognise her family name. An oversight, perhaps: it had been years since he'd researched such things, but there wasn't even a spark of recognition, which did seem a little suspicious to him.
At least the confusion he was feeling was aiding his story as he wasn't sure he'd have been able to entirely hide it. There was far too much about this situation that was completely foreign to him and he was beginning to get the distinct feeling that he may have been in over his head.
At any rate, he did desperately want to help her, though a witches idea of what help he could provide did concern him. He drew himself up just a little, but there really seemed no other option. "What would you have me do?" He asked quietly, taking a cautious step forward.
Living on a remote island in the mortal world was wonderful for being left alone, but it was absolutely dreadful for getting supplies. What magical creatures hadn't been long since herded into the Witch Wilds for protection had been driven off by humans centuries before she'd ever arrived in Italy. She had to make do with simple things and rely on her own skill to bridge the gap.
"Get me the ewe's milk from the icebox." She demanded, and her eldest daughter jumped to obey. There was a wide, shallow pot made of gleaming copper on the stove, and with a strength that should have been beyond a woman so bent and battered by age, she hefted it up into her arms, then slammed it on the table next to the fox. "Oil. I'll need oil too. And an egg! You, sir. Come close."
With shaking hands she picked up the limp body of the fox, and lowered her into the milk. The egg shattered in her fist and dribbled down the little beast's head, and then she poured every drop of oil she had into the pot, until it sealed everything but the muzzle of the fox, which she tied to the handle so it wouldn't fall.
"I've got ewe's milk for life, salt to purify, an egg to bind, and oil for preservation, but I need blood. Not just any blood though. Dead blood. It has to sit atop the oil. To boil off the death." She held up two fingers and a needle appeared between them. "Only a few drops."
The items she chose to use were certainly unusual, but he was most surprised when she lifted Beck and placed her so carefully into the pot. He could understand that a more creative approach was sometimes necessary, but this was really taking things to the full measure of that extent.
Overall, this seemed like just about the worst idea he could think of, his mind drifting to tales of the utter chaos and devastation a mere few drops of their blood could cause. But then he thought of the poor young vampire and the burning effect her blood had apparently had. It was certainly possible that there would be no ill effects, that her potent magic would be enough protection. But with her in such a state, it seemed impossible to know.
"Is the needle a necessity? I can manage that part myself otherwise." At the very least, it seemed wise to maintain some level of control; he didn't truly know if these witches were to be trusted or not and his blood in the wrong hands could certainly pose a great risk.
In another time, perhaps. I am 'spoken for' now, as they say.
So I see.
Ah, but we'll always have Rio.
Indeed we will. I don't believe I will ever forget those days.
what are your feelings on foxes?????
I can't say that I have given it a great deal of thought, but I suppose I like them well enough.
Would you still sleep with David if you had the chance?
Ask my muse anything you want on anon!
Of course. I was powerfully taken by the idea when I was in that magnificent body of his. Almost obsessively. I don't think that unanswered curiosity ever left me, even when the mortal erotic impulse was no more.
(...What do you say, David? Shall we?)
In another time, perhaps. I am 'spoken for' now, as they say.
Must be nice to hold the power to shut that brat up. Make him squeal instead of insult others.
Now really, this is taking things too far, especially to throw about such insults whilst choosing to hide behind anonymity. If anyone has issues with him then they should discuss it with him, not come to me with such ridiculous comments.
A surprising twist to hear you are the dominant force in the sheets. Did that surprise you as much as it does the audience?
The audience? Good lord.
I don't believe I could really be called a 'dominant force' in most respects. But in this one, yes I suppose I am surprised to hear that people are even interested.
Are there scary aspects to dating an ancient vampire?
His maker, perhaps? Everard himself does not scare me.
What are Everards worst qualities?
I believe that when he is truly pushed to it, there is a great deal that Everard would do to protect himself, even to his own detriment.
What are your religious beliefs and customs?
I was a follower of Candomblé in my previous life. Sadly, it is not something I was able to bring with me into this one. It isn't an entirely easy matter to explain without going into detail but suffice it to say that those I once honoured do not approve of what I have become. For that reason, it would be downright offensive of me to practice as I once did, though I suppose that in my heart that is still what I truly believe in. It is all really quite complicated.
Why are so many things left unsaid between you and Everard? Are you afraid if he could accept and understand all you are and have done?
Well, that is quite the insightful question.
There are many things about myself that I believed Everard knew and foolishly, it was only quite recently that I realised he did not. So yes, I am afraid that he will not accept me, nor things that I believe, and things I have done in my past. After all this time, it is difficult to know where to begin such a conversation; to potentially be telling him that he loves a lie.
A series of text messages from Gabrielle sent to every contact in her phone show a makeshift stage in a retirement home with thirty or so elderly people watching in astonishment and mild horror as a group of scraggly, wiggling emus preform a choreographed dance to Barbara Ann by the Beach Boys. A short series of videos sent directly after that show two of the emus getting suddenly spooked and darting into the crowd as the camera person frantically runs after them and tries to get the rapidly devolving situation under control. Another video is filmed entirely within someone's pocket. At last a text message appears at the end of the videos and it just says "telephone machine! Tell.Gabrielle thank you and that. The gig went really well tonight. Smiling face smiling face." (Gabrielle has kindly but foolishly lent Beck her phone, and Beck does not know how to use it.)
[text: Gabrielle] I see you are also acquainted with Beck.
[text: Gabrielle] I would recommend being a little more cautious about who you lend your phone to in future.
"Have you explored South America much? I think you would enjoy it very much."
I spent some time in Patagonia once. The wind there has a way of stripping every unnecessary thought from your mind. There were nights when I walked for hours without seeing another soul, and I found that deeply comforting.
You may be right, David. There is still much of South America I haven't seen. If the rest of it holds even a fraction of that quiet, I think I would enjoy exploring it.
"I believe there is nowhere else quite like it in the world. There are many countries I enjoy, of course, but South America truly is something special to explore. I have spent time in Patagonia myself and it is just as you say: breathtakingly peaceful. It is wonderful all the way through the Andes; in many areas, the only signs of civilisation are ancient. The jungles are less peaceful, but no less appealing to me. I can certainly recommend deeper explorations and I'd be curious to hear your thoughts."
You've only made me more curious!
The Andes, especially, sound worth following, if only to see those ancient places that have outlasted the people who built them. I suspect the jungles would demand a different sort of attention altogether.
If you've any particular places to recommend, David, I'd be glad to hear them. I have every intention of returning to South America, and I would rather begin with the paths you've found most worthwhile.
"I am very pleased to hear that. The jungles are certainly a different challenge, but once that can be worth taking on. Buildings and the like tend to be a little more intact in there, far more difficult for mere mortals to explore.
But the mountains do still hold remarkable stories and many secrets too. If you follow the Amazon River toward its source in Peru, right up into the mountains, there are remnants of cities that could almost rival our own, with rock paintings, and ancient burials. There are staircases carved into the mountains and large divots cut out of the ground that were used for food production. It's truly remarkable; there is not a soul for many miles but it somehow feels wonderfully alive."
"Have you explored South America much? I think you would enjoy it very much."
I spent some time in Patagonia once. The wind there has a way of stripping every unnecessary thought from your mind. There were nights when I walked for hours without seeing another soul, and I found that deeply comforting.
You may be right, David. There is still much of South America I haven't seen. If the rest of it holds even a fraction of that quiet, I think I would enjoy exploring it.
"I believe there is nowhere else quite like it in the world. There are many countries I enjoy, of course, but South America truly is something special to explore. I have spent time in Patagonia myself and it is just as you say: breathtakingly peaceful. It is wonderful all the way through the Andes; in many areas, the only signs of civilisation are ancient. The jungles are less peaceful, but no less appealing to me. I can certainly recommend deeper explorations and I'd be curious to hear your thoughts."
