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I get stories there. I’m a journalist. Unique people there you know? Nothing more.
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rumor in town has it you've been frequenting gay bars
I get stories there. I’m a journalist. Unique people there you know? Nothing more.
twinkiel molloy
Cool.
I've been called some decently creative names circling around my profession, or my appearance, or general personality: this one's new! Good job! I mean, no one's thought the word "twink" in my direction in 40- 50 years? So I'm flattered, sweetheart. Right back at ya.
daniel molloy is exactly the type of guy to say "let's rock and roll" when going somewhere
Must be wild finding out you have a daddy kink at age 70
Danny,
Nice to see you’ve got.. something going on in your life. Don’t even know what to describe this as, fledgling-life crisis that makes you start a blog on some kinda- ‘fandom’ website?
I’m hitting you up cause Lestat’s all mad at me again and I really don’t want to deal with his shit right now. I’m still pissed at you and I don’t forgive you, but I guess being bored outweighs being pissed for me..
Yeah, so. Nice to see you’re doing well, Daniel.
-Louis de Pointe du Lac
Louis! Hi.
Yeahhh, I'm publicly journalling on a never-profitable reblogging site; statistically used by Gen Z and Millennials, which is the age range my publishers say I should be advertising to. Also. It's fun.
Heard of fun?
You're out of that apartment now, right? So. Go crazy, maybe dress in something other than a black hoodie. Buy a hoverboard, skydive (is that insensitive?), go nuts.
I've been reconnecting with my kids. And it's been going well. Real well. Really fucking good. Happy to give advice, if you need- fuck, I dunno, "reconnecting" help with Lestat?
An excerpt from my latest fic … if you’ll indulge me … (love u thank u)
“Daniel,” Armand says. His voice sounds thin, as if he’s struggling to keep his composure.
Daniel grips the doorframe. He’s still getting used to this. This Armand is so different than the version he knew in Dubai — put together, sleek, arrogant. The look on Armand’s face now is open, confused — glazed-over, a little. His shirt is a plaid button-down, the same one he’d worn the night he’d left Daniel at the motel, and it strikes Daniel suddenly that he used to wear a lot of shirts like that. Huh.
Daniel rolls his eyes a little, raps his knuckles against the open door.
“So, you decided to come back? Gee, thanks — the second abandonment was so much shorter than the first one. Making progress!”
Armand says nothing — just stares at him, wide-eyed.
”Yeah, sure, I could have left anytime. Hey, I’m no angel here.” He raises his hands in mock surrender. “Takes two to tango. Guess this means my little vacation’s over, and we’re about to part. So sad. Humor me, if you will?”
Armand just waits for him to finish. Daniel feels patronized.
“Why’d you keep me here like a mafia mistress, then? Care to explain what’s so important?”
”I wanted to know where to find you,” Armand says, simply. “I wanted to give you space, so that you might be in the right place to —“
”Armand, I told you. I am not —“
”Daniel,” Armand interrupts. “I did not plan to come back so quickly. But I had no choice.”
Daniel shakes his head, his arms folded over his chest. Waits for an explanation.
”A series of events occurred tonight, outside of a nightclub.”
”Ah-huh. Vague as fuck, but go on.”
Armand breathes in. ”I drank adulterated blood. I have reason to believe I will be very, very intoxicated in the next —“ He cocks his head, thinking. “Twenty or so minutes,” he finishes. Bites his lip. Meets Daniel’s eyes. “You have experience with drugs.”
Daniel can’t believe what he’s hearing.
“So you drained somebody, and they were high?”
Armand nods.
“High on what?”
“I do not know.”
”High on how much?”
”Daniel, I do not know.”
“Well how did you know they were high in the first place?” Daniel asks, and the edge of fear in his own voice surprises him. He sounds worried, for god’s sake.
Wanna read more?
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