𝑇𝚑𝚎 𝓔𝚟𝚒𝚕 𝑄𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚗

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙊𝙉𝙇𝙔 𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝙄 𝙒𝙊𝙍𝙆 𝙁𝙊𝙍 ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀𝙄𝙎 𝙈𝙔𝙎𝙀𝙇𝙁. ⠀⠀

blood obsessed freak

he tries to get back to his work, but he keeps looking up at the statue. he accidentally gives himself a paper cut because he isn’t paying attention. he brings his finger to his lips to stop the bleeding.

he blinks and looks around, getting to his feet and shakes off the feeling before sitting back down.

he sighs and wipes his eyes again, tired. he looks up at the statue and just looks at her.

he nearly trips on his lab coat trying to get the pen. he sighs and sits back, catching his breath.

he snorts awake, looking around. he rubs his eyes and leans down to pick up the pens.

› made into a star. Overhead, and far about are billboards that propagate 𝒯he 𝒱ampire Lestat. Mystique, appeal – rapturous music beguiling worship of their kind with Lestat himself, as the focal. “I traded my violin for a microphone. The earth, for a stage.”

❝note, I did what you asked, your dress and crown has been meticulously cleaned — it's not perfect but it's not dirty at least.❞