Log: We could have had it all.
Jan. 12th, 2016 06:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_wolfkillerWhen: Shortly after New Years
Lestat was laid on the couch, Voodoo chewing on a bone near him, that back door as always unlocked as he belted along with the sound system to a song sad enough no one would have expected Lestat to like it. But he was having one of those days where he was mourning Nicolas and that mortal actor who died in Paris again.
Georia finally had it's cold snap, it was freezing but not real snow, Georgia rarely gets real snow. At 20 degrees the air rolling off the ocean made the state feel like it was closer to 1 degree but it wasn't. So, the vampire friendly furnace was going as Lestat belted out the song in his toasty living room.
It was terrible, he was fighting with David and he promised no contact to keep his children safe but part of him really considered stealing Claudia's cell to make a call that everyone would smack him for. Maybe it was the same music, or the deep chill in the air outside but Lestat was drifting back and forth in memories as the sad music made the nicknacks on his bookcase shake with value. Voodoo was not concerned, his master was fucking strange when he's upset.
Lestat was laid on the couch, Voodoo chewing on a bone near him, that back door as always unlocked as he belted along with the sound system to a song sad enough no one would have expected Lestat to like it. But he was having one of those days where he was mourning Nicolas and that mortal actor who died in Paris again.
Georia finally had it's cold snap, it was freezing but not real snow, Georgia rarely gets real snow. At 20 degrees the air rolling off the ocean made the state feel like it was closer to 1 degree but it wasn't. So, the vampire friendly furnace was going as Lestat belted out the song in his toasty living room.
It was terrible, he was fighting with David and he promised no contact to keep his children safe but part of him really considered stealing Claudia's cell to make a call that everyone would smack him for. Maybe it was the same music, or the deep chill in the air outside but Lestat was drifting back and forth in memories as the sad music made the nicknacks on his bookcase shake with value. Voodoo was not concerned, his master was fucking strange when he's upset.
