@TEENSUIClDE || lestat is probably in my top three all time favorite characters, but i think i’d suck at writing him
that’s why i ended up making a claudia, i love their dynamic so much
i don’t get the joke in barbie where she’s like “do you guys ever think about dying” and all the other barbie’s are shocked
‘cause like… do you ever… not?
well, this was new.
lydia wasn’t used to people caring about how she felt. not this much. not at all, really.
yet, there he was, staring at her full of concern and guilt. it seemed to her that anyone else would have proceeded to storm by without even noticing her invisible —
— of a boy. the fact that he was genuinely apologetic really got to her.
lydia finally reached out an empty, pale hand. she knew her camera couldn’t be fixed, just like her mother couldn’t be brought back. but see, she’d become strangely addicted to mourning lately. she would —
she looks up at him through squinted eyes, clearly, she isn’t nervous about how he just caught her in the act
“yeah. sleep manager.”
lydia wasn’t in the mood for any of this so she was hoping he’d just drop it and move on with his class. deep down, she knew he wasn’t going to
Dewey notices though and hated when people would wake him from his naps but knew he had too “Everyone keep practicing!” He’d approach Lydia “Hey Lydia I hate to be that guy but have you decided what part you want in the band”