∕ also just a quick disclaimer that,
albeit loving show nicki, this portrayal remains rather book���—based.
i love my melancholic, depressed king who’s constantly battling his inner darkness
⠀⠀ fingers twitching in parasitic
restlessness, a heart drumming erratically, nicolas stood before @AILESNOlRES ; bi———coloured gaze a reflection of a gnawing turmoil within.
“ you wish to speak to me, maître ? ”
curiously studied ; ghost of a smile
still remaining. weakened yet sincere.
“ you have been gone long. ” , he wanted to ask, whether lestat was alright, and yet [.̲.̲.̲] nicolas withheld, politely so.
“ ah—–—you were merely spared
the 𝑔odless attempt at producing music. ” ,
a statement uttered in alleged amusement, it yet held the aches of disappointment ; an own art believed meagre. [.̲.̲.̲] pausing, another was ›
⠀
⠀𝓝icki. i am, hope you didn't miss me too much. ( he walked closer to the man, a comforting smile taking place in his face ) what have you been up to .ᐣ
⠀
bow diligent in its dance against
strings, it was a young man, no older than in his twenties, to produce a melody of skewed carefreeness. [.̲.̲.̲] devoted to a symphony much grander amidst own imagination, eyelids had ›
exciting to begin with.
“ lestat de lioncourt. ” , distance partially bridged, and an own heart clenched in docile reunion, lips started to curl into a surprised smile, “ you’re a long way from home. ”
> @bloodcunticle .
bow diligent in its dance against
strings, it was a young man, no older than in his twenties, to produce a melody of skewed carefreeness. [.̲.̲.̲] devoted to a symphony much grander amidst own imagination, eyelids had ›
certainly acting as additional reason.
“ i am finished, madame. [.̲.̲.̲] i am finished. ” , violin and fiddlestick tugged away, nicolas swiftly hurried to escape the pistol’s threatening gaze ; another’s mere presence more ›