deathoftheauthor | the city

Hey, it's Miu. From the mall.

Are you busy?

[ He can't deal with those typing keys a moment longer, or he might have sent a text instead. ]

Louis. How feasible do you think it would be for the pair of us to get a couch up those narrow little stairs...?

[ Hello, it's been maybe twenty minutes since last they spoke. Did you miss him, Louis. :) ]

Hey. Here's your list.

[ And as promised, Robby sends a list of all the questions and answers here. ]

Lliis

Lpjiw

Lo uis

[ Oop! Almost got it that time. Were he sober, he would have remembered he could backspace on that and fix typos. ]

( continued from here. content includes: aftermath of a stab wound; blood, mild gore, vampire-adjacent topics; probably horny hurt/comfort. )

( Louis is too tired to protest for the sake of his dignity; he has very little of that left to be concerned with, and besides, Lestat has seen him in worse states than this. Not more injured, but worse off in other ways, certainly. Lestat had carried him just like this once before, hadn't he — the night Louis had burned down Pointe du Lac and left himself to perish in the flames.

He swims in and out of consciousness as Lestat carries him out through the third floor and the party, spared the knowledge of whatever uneasy looks they might get in this state. He's not asleep, not really, but he isn't entirely aware. He doesn't realize it's raining, or even that they've made it outside, until the first cool drops hit his cheek.

He looks up from where he's tucked his face against Lestat's jaw, breathing in the fresh air, the cool scent of the rain-soaked city streets. )

Ah... we'll be in a state when we get home, won't we?

Edited 2023-11-02 08:10 (UTC)

Merry Christmas and a happy Noel to you! I'm here to announce who you'll be a secret Santa to... Your giftee is: Netzach!

Congratulations! Here's a few notes to help you pick or make the perfect present for them.

LIKES: Art, nature, cute odd creatures, friends, blank jigsaw puzzles, surfaces to use as a canvas, sleep, sunlight, the color green, various types of alcohol.
DISLIKES: Cruelty, senseless violence, uncomfortable clothing, stringent standards of organization.
HOBBIES: Painting, sketching, naps.

Remember we'll be having a Christmas party on the 25th, so if you want to give it to them then or just drop it off by the tree for them to find, well, you can do just that! We'll have a lot of traditional Christmas foods, plus smores, and I'm sure it'll be a wonderful little time for us to gather, sing carols, and be merry this cold winter season!

If you've got any questions, comments, concerns, or desires for clarifications... You got one chance to ask them, because I've got a bunch of people to contact and I don't have a bunch of time to entertain conversation! :)

[ Waking up in the evening of Christmas Day, Louis will find a box where his lover should be. Inside, Louis will find a pair of imitation 19th Century jardinières in black iron, alongside a lovingly folded set of impossibly soft green silk pyjamas, complete with a matching robe.

It's wrapped in crisp black paper, with golden ribbons tying the lid. Atop it is a note, which reads: ]

I would not wish
Any companion in the world but you,
Nor can imagination form a shape
Besides yourself to like of.

I love you, Louis.

P.S: I'll be in the living room, come to me with the ribbon tying this box if you'd like to unwrap a more intimate gift, hm?

Liuis Louis* are you awake? I heard vanpires don't sñeep at nught, is that true?

Monsieur de Pointe du Lac,

I recently learned you see visions with the blood you drink, and I have questions about what you saw in mine. I understand you may not wish to meet me in person if we are alone, so I would be glad to have this conversation over text, provided you do not show our messages to Monsieur de Lioncourt unless I say something to make you feel unsafe. Thank you for your time.

Mr. Dorian Gray

Edited 2024-01-18 16:07 (UTC)

[ It's not really too uncommon to find someone looking like they're deep in thought about something at the diner - and definitely also not uncommon for the thing they are thinking about to not seem particularly great.

And with how much attention Daniel pays to the people around him, it's not that difficult at all for him to realise Louis must be dealing with the latter, judging by how much he's found the other frowning in troubled ways lately.

And ignoring that? That sure isn't something Daniel ever does, not when he's fond of Louis. He doesn't want the other to keep having to look that way.

So even though he doesn't imagine he can definitely help whatever might be troubling the other, the least he can do is hear Louis out, Daniel figures. So he approaches the other at the diner with a small, but warm smile on his face. ]

Hey, Louis. I hope you don't mind me saying this, but.. it sure seems like you've been thinking about something tonight. Do you maybe want to talk about it?

Edited 2024-01-19 19:09 (UTC)

text; un: yomiko

voice, un: thevampirelestat

text, un: displayname (after the diner network post)

text; username: mr. chandler (October 24th-ish idek)

event log continuation; backdated to 10/27