𝒍𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝑗𝑒⠀𝑣𝑒𝑢𝑥⠀𝑢𝑛⠀𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒐𝒓,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝑞𝑢𝑖⠀𝑙𝑒𝑠⠀𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡⠀𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑠.⠀.⠀.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝑗𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑢𝑥 𝑙𝑎 𝒋𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆.

[𝒍𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡. @SANSMERCl]

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑑⠀𝑏𝑦⠀𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔⠀⸻
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝑤𝑒⠀𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔⠀𝑡𝑜⠀𝑡ℎ𝑒⠀𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕.

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[Tooᅠ𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐞ᅠ ᵃ͟ⁿ͟ᵈ͟ ᅠ𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝ᅠofᅠheart. @PICTORTENTATIO]

⠀

[𝒍𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡. @SANSMERCl]

Shredding Paganini on the electric guitar.

[𝒍𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡. @SANSMERCl]

"What were you even doing in there?"

He looks up, a frown on his brow—and yes, even a pout to his lips. If you squint.

"Don't tell me you've been cooking for the groupies."

[𝒍𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡. @SANSMERCl]

"You've been away, mon amour."

For ten minutes. In the kitchen. Doing devil knows what.

Lestat buries his face in Louis' belly, positively purring.

"I missed you."

[𝒍𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡. @SANSMERCl]

Anyway.

Vodka-infused blood with a side of amphetamines.

[𝒍𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡. @SANSMERCl]

—— you will regret this forever.

[𝒍𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡. @SANSMERCl]

Pulling @morsuredefolie onto his lap.

[𝒍𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡. @SANSMERCl]

/ touches pool. imagine me actually being active here

[𝒍𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡. @SANSMERCl]

You are as radiant as the brightest star in the night sky.

[𝒍𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡. @SANSMERCl]

You haven't seen what I've seen.

[ᅟᅟᅟᵗʰᵉ ᅠᅠ𝐃𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 ᅠ𝐒𝐓☆𝐑 ᅠᅠᅠ Ꮤᴵᴸᴸᴼᵂ ᅠᅠ Ꮐᴿᴱᴱᴺ @SorathSong]

God is not even real don't blame some fairy tale of your problems.

[𝒍𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡. @SANSMERCl]

That's the expression, non?

[𝒍𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡. @SANSMERCl]

No, I simply have a personal bone to grind with God.

[ᅟᅟᅟᵗʰᵉ ᅠᅠ𝐃𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 ᅠ𝐒𝐓☆𝐑 ᅠᅠᅠ Ꮤᴵᴸᴸᴼᵂ ᅠᅠ Ꮐᴿᴱᴱᴺ @SorathSong]

Oh, are you one of those atheists resented bitches who think that whenever someone mentions God is in a literal sense?

[𝒍𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡. @SANSMERCl]

God has nothing to do with it.

[ᅟᅟᅟᵗʰᵉ ᅠᅠ𝐃𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 ᅠ𝐒𝐓☆𝐑 ᅠᅠᅠ Ꮤᴵᴸᴸᴼᵂ ᅠᅠ Ꮐᴿᴱᴱᴺ @SorathSong]

God bless.