#flightsofdevilslestat

[roleplay-salt]

“Shoutout to @flightsofdevilslestat. I know you only write when you have the muse but you're great to talk to and it's nice to see you pop up on my dash.“

[apocalypticdivergences]

@flightsofdevilslestat continued from [ x ]   - ☣ - To what deity does a goddess in her own right pray for help? Which demi-god, or celestial being would even accept such worship from someone who’d garnered her own acolytes for ages? Maeve wished she knew. She wished she had someone out there who would hear her plea and aide her in some way. Yet even then she had no idea how that would be.  What could be done?  Fate, and her strange fae nature had sealed her in this situation. The very thing she’d hoped for. The very thing she’d longed for.  It was her’s, and yet--- it was heartbreaking. An immortal child. A being of pure power and grace to match it’s mother. Birthed and baptized in the waters of the UnSeelie realm. She’d grow, she’d change, but slowly. And then she’d all but stop aging for centuries! The Queen had wanted nothing more for as long as she’d bore children. For as long as she’d been forced to watch them live and die in a blink of an eye. This babe, a perfect hybrid, had been born unto her at least. Yet rejoicing hadn’t been at the forefront of the mother’s mind. A pregnancy now was too hard to explain.  Maeve was horrified. Horrified and scared in a way she’d never known before. Ever since the moment she’d known the truth. Known that she was carrying a child by a man who should never be able to father one, the fae had feared rejection.  Her own magic- her power- the very thing that makes her what she is had secured life from his seed.  Though how would a being such as he ever believe that? It was tantamount to a miracle. Something worthy of one’s mystical texts. But if he didn’t trust in her, then she’d be broken from now on. There was no way she could risk it. The queen wouldn’t have been able to continue to carry a child that forever cost her the only love she held in her heart. It would crush her. His abject disgust. His anger.  It would have torn her asunder, and left her reeling from loss as the life within withered like the vegetation of her increasingly cold growing court. No music, no laughter, no lush gardens would have grown.  Her people would abandon her. Losing faith in a fallen queen. For everyone’s sake she did the unthinkable.  She left the man she loved. Knowing it was better to be able to think him carrying on in his eccentric fashion without her, than to be burned heart and soul by his fiery temper.  However, as the days seemed to stretch on, and the loss of him wore away a hole so deep inside her that she feared she’d fall into it and drown in the pain, Maeve knew she needed to return. Words left unsaid had begun to grow a bitter taste in her mouth. And every day their wee bairn looked more and more like her father. It was enough to bring the queen to tears on a daily basis. Maeve had never been good with being alone. She always ached for companionship- for love. Yet she’d never ached in quite this fashion before. Not even after Fergus’ death did she morn the loss of a love like she did Lestat’s. So, it was for this she found herself at the sealed portal to the mortal realm once more. A place she’d taken to using instead of shifting the veil so as to give him a touch stone of sorts. A place he could come to say his goodbyes, and await her greetings. A place she was certain would be abandoned on the other side. How long had he waited before he moved on? How long had he looked for her in the face of every passing blonde before he gave up, and found himself a new lover to fill his long nights? She swallowed a lump in her throat, settled a stirring sleepy babe back upon her shoulder, and stepped through the gateway. A rush of cold, and the sound akin to a swarm of bees, then she’s on the other side.  It’s easier now that she’s in this realm to simply sift from one place to the next, and so this time when she enters the fade, only a few veils are pulled back, allowing her to move among them and towards her destination with a speed no human could comprehend.      A moment later Maeve, Queen of the UnSeelie, stood before a darkened manor, with not a single sign of life within. She hesitates, heart in her throat, before she makes her way slowly inside.

[trust-my-glorious-purpose]

FlightsofDevilsLestat: Draping his arm over Loki's shoulder, Lestat gave a wide grin. "Come now, mon Chér. I'll take you anywhere you wish to go, the night is yours."

Loki smiled brightly, he had been with Lestat for quite a while now and the death of his father had left him all alone. He decided to stay with the vampire, growing closer and closer to the man he once considered his captor. "Show me the city? I want to see the world through your eyes."

[savagegardcns]

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“Damn, wish I could have witnessed that.” Lestat grinned at the thought of the taste being slapped from his father’s mouth. Beautiful.

“It was worth it at the time.”

But there was a reason why she never did it again and it wasn’t because she and the marquise got along better. But that was the past, and the old man was long rotted and decayed into the ground.

She was sure she would have died before him, but Lestat gave her the chance she thought she would never have. Look who got the last punch in now?

Gabrielle mussed with her long and luxuriously smooth, shiny, and in areas where she braided it, pleated hair getting the dirt and dust out of it.

“Do tell me that you’ve given up on rebuilding our decrepit family house. If it were me I would have taken a page from Louis and just burned the place down to the ground.”

[claudiaindarkness]

Here’s a joke: my father

@flightsofdevilslestat

“Not as funny as your lack of boobs”

“Oh, very humorous, Lestat. How long did it take you to think that one up? About as long as it took you to take my human life? The life of a child?”

[claudiaindarkness]

flightsofdevilslestat- a new easel along with a blank canvas

Leave an object in my ask and my muse will react to it being given to them.

@flightsofdevilslestat

“Lestat, thank you.” Claudia smiled happily before quickly embracing him. “I love it. I was needing a new aisle and canvases are always needed. I can wait to use it!”

[claudiaindarkness]

flightsofdevilslestat- "You see, Claudia; when a Mommy vampire and a Daddy Vampire love each other very, very much... or when Daddy Vampire doesn't want Mommy vampire to leave, they make a Baby Vampire! Mommy Vampire finds a special boy or girl and kills them by drinking their blood, then Daddy Vampire brings them back to live with his blood! It's all fascinating, isn't it?!"

Anon or not, give my muse “The talk”

@flightsofdevilslestat

“So, if that’s how I got here….like this..” Claudia began as she thought about that Lestat said. “How did the human boy or girl get here?” If that was how you made more of their kind than how did you make more humans? The petite understood what he said, though she would have to think more on that later.

[claudiaindarkness]

(flightsofdevilslestat) Lestat crept up behind Claudia to suddenly lift her in his arms and spin her about in a tight embrace "My black winged angel, my thanks for following me and bringing the joy of parenthood into my life- try to kill me again and see what happens.... but I do so love you, my sweet."

@flightsofdevilslestat

The sudden embrace and spin sent Claudia into a fit of giggles. It was his words that quickly silenced her. “As do so I love you, Lestat. I had to do what I did but that was in the past. This is now and I’m glad that you didn’t parish..” Her words were serious but they had a gentle tone to them.