◢ Lestat: A History of Bad Puns
This is how ashidents happen, Nicki.
*Blinks, crickets in the distance.*
Wait, wait! I have more. You know, if Marius were to be set aflame, I bet he’d go off like a Roman Candle.
We should test that theory out, non? Tell him it would make his hair the perfect shade of ash blond.
Oh yes, let’s do that. He would get blazing mad. It would turn into quite a heated argument.
Oh, it would, wouldn’t it? Beautiful.
"Louis," I said. "I want you to take me. Please, do as I ask you. […] Take me, Louis, look at me." […] You want me, Louis, you know you do."
Context? What context?
~ Lestat de Lioncourt in The Tale of the Body Thief by Anne Rice
Careful. Don’t catch your sleeve on fire.
I’m not certain if that is just a bad joke, or if you are expressing actual concern.
There is a joke in there somewhere, I’m sure.
I’m capable of concern. We are very flammable beings, Nicki.
I need to kiss you so badly. One of those kisses where I’m pressing against you as much as possible and my hands are in your hair and moving down your back, clutching to you in any way I can, kissing you as deeply as possible and thinking you’re mine, mine mine.
Me, to you (via heartsworldsapart)
Finished with the college stuff for the night.
My attention is now focused on all of you lovely people.
Send me an ask or a fan mail, if you want to plot out a thread.
◢ If You Can’t Stand The Heat ₪ askthebratprince
Human of me? Dean thought briefly. Well, it’s because I am human you dick. But, instead of commenting he held his tongue. Under normal circumstances Dean would have taken the bait and given in. Told him he knew full well who he was but it was pointless. What good would it do? “Don’t apologize. You haven’t complicated a thing. As a matter of fact.” Pausing his eyes shifted slightly. “You’ve made it much easier.”
"My word? It’s good. You won’t be fishing a bullet out of anything— tonight." When Lestat disappeared Dean hesitated for a moment though he wasn’t shocked in the least. It wasn’t the first time that something had moved that fast in front him and Dean was certain it wouldn’t be the last. Shrugging it off Dean began to examine the surroundings but the more he took in he knew it wasn’t a kitsune he was looking for. "Sonofa bitch" he muttered under his breath. There really wasn’t much he was going to be able to do the exact thing he was hunting had just stood in that entrance and had a chat with him. But, Dean was not prepared for a hunt that included 400 year old vampires.
Nostrils flaring Dean sighed. This wasn’t what he had signed up for. Making his way towards the residence Dean stepped up into remnants. “Okay dude here’s the thing.” Dean started shoving his hands in his pockets. “You do realize you’re the one I’m here hunting right?” Of course he did the question was silly.
Lestat had not heard the rest of what the other man had said to him. He had already walked off. Now, he was standing on a beam in what remained of one of the upstairs bedrooms. There was a secret compartment in one of the opposite walls that he recalled storing some jewelry he had taken from a pair he had drained at a party he and Louis had once held in this manor. Thankfully the wall had survived all these years, and he presumed that the jewelry would be mostly intact. Perhaps a bit melted. Once he had ripped the panel from the wall, and reached his hand down into the compartment, his long fingers reached his prize: two gold rings and a rather nice pocketwatch. They were intact, but he suspected the glass on the inside of the pocketwatch was melted. He didn’t want to think about the mechanism.
Pocketing the watch at the rings, he dropped down from the beam into one of the lower rooms. That’s when he heard the man speak. He stepped out from the room into the main all, looking at him from several feet away. “Oh, of course I did. I’m not a complete idiot.” He laughed. “You’re visiting the de Pointe du Lac home in the middle of the night, so you’re either looking for me or for Louis. Though, neither of us have lived here since the old days. Why anyone would point you out here seems silly to me.” He paused, frowning. “….How they even knew I was going to be out here tonight is another good question.”
"So, you’re hunting me. Do you get paid for this work? What good is killing me going to do?" Lestat crossed his arms, brow raised. His fans would be so upset.