#ch: lestat

[helenaus]

@philtatoshetairos ;; cont. x

To my hateful father,

There was a time when I believed that no one could teach me all the things I longed to know, except from you. There was a time when you made me believe so. Although I could not begin to imagine the reasons that prompted you to seek me after all these years, I must admit – not without reluctance – that there have been times that I have come to miss your tutelage, even dared to long for it. Fleeting as such desires were. And yet there were still so many lessons that you intentionally left out that you forgot to teach me one of the most significant things a daughter should learn from her father, and thus I never knew how to weep for your memory. How tragic it would be to claim such a thing now.

As I sit in the depths of hell (where you have sent me) and read those words undoubtedly written to soothe whatever guilt has been burdening your heart of late, I cannot help but think that the centuries have not changed you much. It would have angered me once. The notion that despite our history you still have not learned that the paradise of the master is still the toil of the slave, father, or the thought that you would remain so relentlessly foolish enough to bring up gratitude to me – to a heart which has no room to bear any emotions for you other than my absolute contempt. What a wretched fate that is, to live so long and to learn so little!

Father, not even eternity could offer reconciliation for what you did to me. For all the years that I have spent, encumbered with questions which you would never answer, there is one truth that I have learned to be unquestionable: it should have been you. You should have been here in my place, experiencing hell as I do now. Yet let us not waste our words with could-have-beens, for your letter has appeased my heart even if in ways that are quite different from what you intended, because it has shown me that where you are is exactly where you belong. There inside your fog, carrying your so-called eternal heartbreak – for the things which can never be undone, for every mortal whom you’ll come to love and never possess, for every soul damned to immortality that you will desire and inevitably lose, no other fate seems more befitting.

I hope it pleases you to know at least that the memory of you keeps coming back to me like a moth is drawn into the flames. For the sake of the old times, I return this message to you signed as:

Your loving daughter,

Claudia de Lioncourt.

[kataramenespsyxes]

cinematic. my muse touching yours inappropriately during a movie. (Patrick)

NSFW ask.

@bratxprincexlestat

the lights dimmed and the screen flickered to life, but patrick barely noticed the opening credits. lestat’s arm had already draped itself across the back of his seat like it belonged there, fingers brushing the nape of patrick’s neck in lazy, deliberate circles. cool. possessive. maddening.

patrick shifted just enough to let his thigh press against lestat’s, a small invitation wrapped in deniability. he kept his eyes on the screen, mouth curved in the tiniest smirk lestat would definitely see in the dark.

then the hand moved. lower. fingertips ghosted over the inseam of patrick’s jeans, tracing the seam like they were reading braille, slow and obscene. patrick’s breath hitched—only once, barely audible—but he didn’t pull away. instead he tilted his head, just enough to let his lips graze the shell of lestat’s ear when he spoke.

“you’re gonna make me miss the plot,” he murmured, voice low and amused, dripping with mock reproach.

lestat’s chuckle was velvet and sin, barely a sound. his palm flattened against patrick’s inner thigh now, thumb stroking in long, unhurried lines that crept higher with every pass. patrick felt the heat crawl up his spine, felt his pulse kick hard under skin that suddenly seemed too tight.he turned his face toward lestat without looking away from the movie, lips brushing the corner of that smug, beautiful mouth.“keep going like that,” patrick whispered, “and i’m gonna climb into your lap right here. front row. let everyone watch how pretty you look when you’re trying not to come undone.”

[kataramenespsyxes]

showtime. my muse showing off new lingerie to yours personally. (Jennifer)

NSFW ask.

@bratxprincexlestat

jennifer lounged on the velvet chaise in the dim candlelight of lestat’s ridiculous french quarter suite, legs crossed at the ankles, one bare foot dangling lazily. she wore black lace that barely qualified as lingerie—thin straps slipping off her shoulders, the cups sheer enough to tease shadows across her skin, garters biting just right into her thighs. she felt powerful in it, like a blade wrapped in silk.

she watched him through half-lidded eyes as he held up the new piece he’d acquired: crimson satin and delicate boning, edged with black Chantilly that looked like spilled ink. he turned it slowly, letting the fabric catch the flicker of flame, his blond curls glowing almost white, his gray eyes gleaming with that theatrical delight he never quite hid.

jennifer tilted her head, letting a slow smile crawl across her lips. she uncrossed her legs deliberately, letting the lace ride up just enough. “it’s pretty,” she purred, voice all honey and edge. “but i’m prettier.”she rose in one fluid motion, hips swaying as she closed the distance. her fingers trailed down his chest, nails catching lightly on the silk of his shirt. “you bought that for me to wear… or for you to take off?”

[kataramenespsyxes]

(for pat)

[titcnic]

Different

Different: Three members of the opposite sex they find attractive.

“I’ll try to follow the rules this time. Aslan, the Lion King; Lestat, because why not and jeez, so hard to choose. Oh, throw in that doctor with the bad temper too“.

MY CHARACTER MUST CONFESS IN 3S