❝ how many men have you killed , wednesday ? ❞ IT’S SAID OUT OF curiosity , a smile on sharp bone white features as she regards the young woman. her mother should be proud --- would be proud and gabrielle wishes she could feel the same about her own children. they had all been disappointments , those that had lived to their adulthood , even lestat in the end. they had drifted , him far too attached to his humanity. one day that would be his downfall , she was sure.
hands rest in her lap as she watches the young woman , head tilted to the side. ❝ and how ? ❞ gabrielle had long stopped caring that she took DELIGHT in the deaths of men. *:・゚ ☠️ ‵ @macaebre liked for a starter.













