Have you ever thought about what the conversation between these two would be like?
Lestat: Nadja, my chérie, do you think this shade captures the essence of my immortal soul? It’s deep, isn’t it? Like the night that embraces me eternally.
Nadja: Oh, Lestat, please stop whining like a French poet with a bad haircut. That black is basic. My red says, ‘I’m a vampire goddess who could rip your heart out and then dance on your corpse.’
Lestat: Basic, you say. My dear, I invented basic. This black is a canvas for my melancholy, an echo of the centuries I’ve endured with grace. Your red is… how do I put it? A tavern scream.
Nadja: A tavern scream? Ha! This red is passion, it’s fire, it’s the color of the blood I shed when I’m bored. You and your black, always acting like you’re the only vampire with feelings. Put on some glitter, live a little!
Lestat: Glitter? For me? Maybe you're right. A touch of light for the king of shadows. But tell me, Nadja, how do you stand such a… noisy existence? All that chaos with your companions.
Nadja: Chaos is my muse, Lestat. My idiots keep me young. You, with your castles and your pianos, seem trapped in an eternal opera drama. Relax, maybe I'll invite you to one of our midnight orgies.
Lestat: Tempting, but my orgies are more… refined. However, this glitter isn't bad. Maybe I'll use it to seduce some mortal tonight.
Nadja: If you say so, Monsieur Drama. Just don't get your cape covered in nail polish, ok?
andulkaphoto
izzy806
jbbartram-illu
gummygunk
romaincrisis
