𝙶𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙻𝙴𝙼𝙰𝙽 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇.

ㅤ❝ 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓, YOU ARE the damnedest creature .ᐟ ", he whispered under his breath. " you are a brat prince. "

i was turning numb. what happened to me didn't seem to matter. sometimes i felt angry， but most of the time i felt nothing; i'd never felt so much nothing before.

i don’t know how to stay tender with this much blood in my mouth.

i’m pretty, don’t forget it, i can make you jealous, make a wrong turn, & i’ma show you what regret is.

i resented you so. i had to keep moving forward in every moment, but you were always my one and only weakness. that's why i resented you so.

eyes slowly close, followed by a deep 𖬺. completely unnecessary inhale. they can smell the smoke raising from the kitchen, completely unsure why the diva over there might've needed it for. " i'm off the clock, i don't care. "

i wonder who's the reason for me always doing WORK on my phone. ALSO. all my clothes are first hand, even the vintage ones.

she nodded , a smile forming — along with a blush .. perhaps from disbelief she was talking to her. of all the people in this room. ⠀⠀ ︎ ︎︎ “ they are — i actually have yet to try one , though. ”

& her nose was bleeding ， great … slowly staring up ， she immediately spotted the camera ， face growing red with embarrassment . “ i swear to fucking god —— ”

did we get that on a camera? fuck. s’alright, can you repeat that louder and into this mic?

the heels aggressively clicked against the ground as she approached lestat, and the limp body she carried in her arms. marlena opened the door to the dressing room with a loud bang, golden eyes already shining with fury. ↓

auburn———tinted gaze carrying the nature of displeasure, pervasive and frigid in its stare, it was a reunion most dreaded, yet equally anticipated. lestat a dancing bonfire, soothing as they were scorching, .̲.̲.̲ and armand the ›

barging in like he didn’t just drain someone in the lobby.