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Allie has a soft, french voice and sings in boy soprano.
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What part in a choir would your muse sing? ), Bass, Tenor, or Alto?
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Allie has a soft, french voice and sings in boy soprano.
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“Louis?” She called as she entered his room, even though she was certain he could have heard her petite foot steps approaching him. Slipping to his side, her free hand reached to clutch his sleeve while the other offered him a picture she had drawn of him.
In pencil, she had drawn him sitting in his favorite chair, where he sat quite often, reading a book. She was careful with each line and even made sure to express how his hair fell over his face. In her eyes it was a rough sketch and she could have taken the time to lay some darker line work but she had been impatient to bring it to him.
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Of all the immortals that he has familiarised himself with over the years, Louis remains one that is very close to his heart. Having once desired his love, his companionship, his devotion for himself, he has since settled in recent years to seeing Lestat’s fledgling as a figure of comfort and guidance and one that he will always make time for when they happen to cross paths. Louis may not be as strong as others of their kind, but he is of gentle mannerism and carefully measured temperament, which is undeniably refreshing to experience.
It has been some years since he sought out consistent companionship of his own, having left his only fledgling under the care of his maker. For now, the solitude is what he needs and it suits him perfectly -- but that isn’t to say that a spell of company would be amiss now and then.
Strolling through Paris of an evening, the reflections of the clouded night sky and intoxicating lights of the city bouncing back at him from puddles of rainwater collecting in the cracks of cobblestones, he pauses under the canopy of a late night cafe to appreciate the rain from a distance, waiting for the shower to pass.
In what seems like a single breath, he turns to glance over his shoulder at sensing a familiar presence lingering by him, eyes falling upon his old friend.
“Louis,” he greets with a barely-noticeable smile. “Fancy finding you here once again. Your Creole blood is as ever dedicated to your roots, I see?”
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- As it Was- Do you go to many parks and natural places?
I try to, as often as I can. During summer here thats possible, I spend the days at a park 20 mins from me, usually drawing.
(Whisper meme) “I want to share him with you”.
"How could I ever refuse you, Louis? You may join me" Maxwell stepped closer taking their hands and kissed them with blood laced lips still warm from the mortal who lay in slumber in the comforts of the bedding. "Come, then. Take him"
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“I’m glad I get to spend time with you like this.”
“You could spend far more time in my company if you desired. Your princeling can be without you for a bit longer if you would be so kind to honor me with your presence.” Leaning forward his lips ghosted against the pale flesh of Louis’ ear. Each word uttered with certainty but so quiet one must focus to hear even with the close proximity.
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He yelped and rubbed his ass. “What the fuck. Why!?”