𝔏𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔱 𝔇𝔢 𝔏𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔱

𝕷𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖙 𝕯𝖊 𝕷𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖙 "If I'm an Angel, paint me in black" • Noble Fiddler of Versailles • Gentleman in silk • #AU version of the Vampire Lestat • No banters, only SLs, selective • Penned by #Diablo youtu.be/rFjGsLmirvY?si…

-- newly strengthened strings, creating a long, warm, comforting sound full of depth and meaning.]] @BeautyInBondage

-- an outcast in your own right and to seek the answer to every trouble you might come across in unholy deeds.]] "Art is not heard properly until it isn't lived and loved!" [[He said. Placing his precious child on his shoulder and letting that thin stick slide over the --

"Well Seg Seg... " [[He teased her in return for violating his name yet again, collecting an instant rebellious glare from her. Nevertheless, he placed the case on a nearby coffee table and took his precious violin from there. Each time his long, cold, immortal fingers --

-- was living it every single day of his eternity. At her request, Lestat followed the young lady into the room, holding the case with his previous violin right under his left arm.]] @BeautyInBondage

-- little sister he never got over. In her words, he saw traces of a loneliness he inflicted upon a young fragile soul the moment he left the overcrowded household, leaving her behind. How could he not understand the guilt and shame and the overwhelming suffer when he --

"It's Lestat, mademoiselle!" [[He protested. Not the first time that someone misspelled his noble name. He nodded at her words. Showing his finesse and respectful upbringing in his every motion and word he might say in return. In his eyes, he saw this young woman as the --

-- to find that ounce of understanding in her. That minimalistic approach from a philosophers side to a forsaken soul.]] @BeautyInBondage

-- emotion, beautiful mademoiselle!" [[He said.]] "I believe that whatever you may be going through, remember... Darkness can not drive out darkness. Only light can do that. Same with hate... Hate cannot extinguish hate. Only love can do so!" [[He looked at her, trying --

[[He nodded, politely smiling at her words. What great suffer has coated this young woman's existence, he wondered. There's so much beauty and youth and energy in that petite shape than in his whole eternity and yet he could not quite pinpoint it.]] "Hate is such a strong --

-- gentleman in lace and silk he was known to be ever since.]] @BeautyInBondage

-- And like a lot of dreams, there's a monster at the end of it.]] "Mademoiselle Casiraghi, j'en suis enfin arrivée à votre demande." ("Miss Casiraghi, I finally arrived at your request ") [[He said. Bowing before the lovely young woman in utter respect, like the --

[[The wooden floor was creaking under his weight, yet beautiful navy blue leather pumps knocked against it with every step. The Tutu and white embroidery and beautifully laced trousers, hugged by a long, fine thread, golden-brown with a dash of caramel and amber. --

@lunisolarflares You, ma belle, are like a beautiful poem. Full of meaning, deep in feelings, overwhelmingly beautiful and so inspiring. You inspired me to become a better person. A true version of myself.

[[A gentle late summer rainstorm has washed the pathways clean. Puddles forming irregular shapes as children dabbled and giggled, losing track of time. The Galleria was tucked behind the corridor leading to the Opera house. Tonight, unlike any night before, the violin --