Sweet Merciful Death @ohmercifuldeath - Tumblr Blog

Ah, I am sleepy, and just a little tipsy and now I am sad... I closed my eyes for a moment and could almost feel the phantom brush of cold lips on my forehead, Lestat’s hair brushing against my face before leaving for his nightly exploits. As I prepare to lay down far too early as I fix my sleep schedule I can’t help but flex my hand, thinking of Claudia’s delicate fingers weaving together with mine and leading me to my coffin just a little early so we could cuddle.

I ache for my loved ones deeply right now.

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I may have used the chance of ordering swatches for a commission to also order some I might want in the future for myself to recreate some looks. Will I be historically accurate? Likely not too much so, but it will be nice to have at least one high quality waistcoat and or coat again, even if I will likely make it just vague enough to also use for Bloodmarch kin crimes.

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our songs are stuck in my head again, unprompted and unwanted. it’s difficult but i forced myself in another direction, close enough that my brain would let me and this is where i end up. i just. i just want to be at peace and forget him, the other vampire that shaped another life. but he’s just different enough from my brat prince that even this is a shaky and temporary thing at best. i’ll be lucky to sleep tonight even with the promise of rain. i’ll likely wake up from drowning, cradled in his arms...

I recall Lestat wanting to play with my hair often when I left it long. He fussed with Claudias as well as much as he could, but he was used to waves and not her curls.

It soothed him he said. Reminded him of caring for Gabrielle when she was mortal and ailing in the mountains of France. Seven children, not all fortunate to survive, and a mad Lord of a husband it’s no wonder she delved into the farthest mysteries of the Earth.

He would brush and even braid her hair as she read to him. He would just appear and do the same to me when we were on good terms or when he was trying to apologize without words. Or would fuss and pout when i kept it short.

One of my Brat Princes many quirks.

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