#bratstats

[tahtalard]

👯: for our muses to have coordinating costumes @bratstats

prediction a gift, a talent sharpened at years of study. eternal stage presence punctuated by the larger-than-life. & upcoming festivities would surely mean decadence! he'd been consumed maniacal charts that decorated hotel rooms, costumes crossed off as tour went on. how to grab attention lost.

armand decorated in a singular tear drop painted in black ink. white blouse & obscene black buttons. it all felt silly ( naturally so, being the sad clown ). thankfully, holiday would surround armand in a crowd of costumes as they awaited his appearance on stage. a sting of anxiety hits his stomach, turning sour. would the effort of obsession pay off / what if he truly doesn't know lestat?

finally, emerges lestat! a vision in red & black diamonds. the harlequin to his jealous pierrot! a smile betraying his permanent youth spreads across painted features. with typical sloth armand raises an arm, billowy silk wrinkling back down & he waves.

[heunmoor]

” must you not have your shirt on ? “ a soft huff spills off brims , digits sculpting their mark into ivory pages . a green hue cascaded over his frame , poisoning his features but not his tongue . THE FAWNING OF MERE MORTALS SHOULD BE BENEATH HIM . they had nothing on their history ….. yet why must the sight of his maker be for all to relish ? / @bratstats .

[tahtalard]

familiarity with the setlist after city & city streamed on tiny black boxes, does not match the excitement of lived experience. an anxious flick of cigarette ash after encore. singular heavy, unnecessary breath. stage-right, just behind a velour curtain, he swoons, then sours. the thrum of adoring crowds repeating love-letters to de pointe du lac ( a triangulated thorn in armand's heart! ). delicate lips press into a forced smile. ❝ your stage presence has only grown ❞ awe unfortunately overtaking what hoped to be disdain as @bratstats approaches. stream of smoke leaves through the corner of an upturned lip, carefully puffed away from the former paramour ( in retellings, armand will say he blew it straight in his face ) ❝ though i see you've abandoned subtlety entirely. . .❞