wishing i had The Gift because what if i want to go bald but regret it tomorrow and then i’ll have to wait a minimum of five years for it to grow back this long .
( one ankle crossed over the other, lestat is lounging, smoking as she observes dozens of busy little bees run 'round in a panic.
like headless chickens. amusing. )
( one ankle crossed over the other, lestat is lounging, smoking as she observes dozens of busy little bees run 'round in a panic.
like headless chickens. amusing. )
/ hello oomfs. reminder the author of off campus is weird as fuck and lesbophobic. idc what y'all enjoy in your free time but bring that into my space and i will block you.
https://t.co/1otFVYDeB9
you are so utterly void of any form of happiness or success, you must attempt to leech it from others.
( a little sneer, ) your perfect world crumbled around you, armand. even your own fledgling has come to me. how that must sting.
Don't make me laugh. You took music that has existed in this world for more than half a century and you try to slap enough glitter and glitz onto it to be passable as "new".
( Armand leans back, amused. )
You've lost your touch, Lestat. You've finally grown old.
i am blaming the world for what it is at fault for.
( rage bait, successful. lestat is rising from the coffin, )
the state of modern arts is truly fucking drab. audiences merely need time to get used to something new.
Yes, yes. The modern vampire is blaming the modern world for her own shortcomings, is that it?
( A derisive snort. Armand waves their hand, as though swatting a fly. )
Always back to the same excuses, Lestat. You are never wrong. It is always the world.
( backing slowly , careful in each movement as the splintered piece was set aside . ) well . . yeah , i guess . but they serve as decent replacements when there’s no other option .
you seemed to enjoy it well enough. why, you even became quite the director !
( gaze narrows, then. ) the modern world simply does not know what to do with true creativity. they’ve been so blinded by capitalistic blandness …
I never wanted the theatre. Did you forget? You gave it all to your Nicki, so I could care for him whilst you went off gallivanting with your favoured fledgling.
( A smile between gritted teeth. )
It is funny how you would define success as floundering.
( they’ve known each for quite some time , nicolas already reaching for her hand , to intertwine their fingers . he needed her … ) okay ,okay . but ,if you’re late , just blame me .
on it . ( rising from behind the drums , he’s quick to fetch a new one . free hand swiftly picks the broken while handing the replacement . ) we’ll have to buy more of these , too .