The sun set hours ago. He's still sleeping.

Not in a coffin, though. He's buried under blankets instead.

To quote his favorite diary entry:

Fuck these vampires.

//Armand: Go slowly or else you'll throw up again.

Daniel:

//Armand: Louis, here is my fledgling. My darling boy. My one and only. Care for him.

Armand: Louis. Louis, what are you doing?

Armand: LOUIS, WHY IS HE IN LESTAT'S CARE

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Interviewing Lestat is miles different from interviewing Louis. It's far easier to get under his skin, but... it's harder to keep him on track.

Today's diva tantrum was about a plant. A /plant/.

He's somehow both too old and too young to deal with this. A cross ━

━ @last-light-spoken.bsky.social

Vampires didn't like Daniel very much. The book gained him negative attention, but beyond that? He's the Vampire Armand's one and only fledgling.

Apparently, that fucker had a lot of enemies.

So, when he was walking home from a book signing and felt a presence ━

━ @le-maitre.bsky.social

You're not supposed to drink from the dead. Daniel knows this. Daniel has mostly managed. But he's not yet mastered the art of not instantly killing his prey.

He didn't have a very good teacher. Considering his maker did a disappearing act and his step-maker (or whatever ━

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❝Memory is a monster. We forget, it doesn't.❞ ┃ #IWTVRP

━ Daniel Molloy. Two time Pulitzer prize winner.
━ Finally a vampire; adjusting... badly.
━ Trigger Warning! This account will have dark themes.
━ Writer and muse are 21+, MDNI.