Nicolas de Lenfent
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Nicolas de Lenfent
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Nicolas. Nicki. Immortal. Divine Violinist since 1780. fledgling of Lestat/ Suffers PTSD. RP MS/MV #VampireChronicles #AnneRice /writer40+ / Not AMC. 18+/ Parody ༒
riches and daring to play the role of gods themselves.
May 15, 2025 at 3:23 AM
after, as pink as if he still were mortal. "Yes. Be my teacher. Show me everything! And let us be the bonded way we were meant to always be…"

For a moment, he imagined sleeping in Khaymen's arms under the tall statues of the Egyptian gods, layered in their-
May 15, 2025 at 3:23 AM
he could give that same love and support to Khaymen now.

"I will stay with you," he whispered when Khaymen asked. Nicolas drew a shivered breath as the other's lips brushed his skin. He'd drank enough blood that it surged southward, hardening his arousal in seconds. A blush followed quickly -
May 15, 2025 at 3:22 AM
sea that had once almost claimed him. Only escaping the life of his immortal self and finding companions who were not of the immortal world had saved him. His mortals and demons friends who had given him strength in his darkest moments were the only reason he stood there now. And he hoped -
May 15, 2025 at 3:22 AM
now than usual. "It's the curse of our kind, love. Because we still have the passions of our mortal selves, but time is cruel. We never forget anything. Every sin ever committed hangs over us until one day it all just seems too much to bear."

Oh, how he knew that weight. The dark endless -
May 15, 2025 at 3:22 AM
"Do not feel ashamed, Khayman. Even the youngest of our kind have moments of doubt, and you have existed long enough to brave countless losses and tragedies." Nicolas' brown eyes searched his companion's as they looked upward. He could see the pain behind them—even deeper -
May 15, 2025 at 3:22 AM
It would be acting in self-defense. Completely acceptable.
March 26, 2025 at 6:57 PM
my violin for you and we can learn of one another. I promise to behave myself.

At least for a little while.
March 2, 2025 at 3:51 AM
he and the rest of the Theatre poisoned my mnd with is what kept me safe from Akasha. I would be burned up with the rest of them, if I were sane. But please, don't tell Armand this. It would just go to his head.

So come. Let us dance by the moonlight. I will play -
March 2, 2025 at 3:51 AM
threat, though I am none at all. I will always love Lestat, but it is as an affection. Now my only interest is somehow becoming part of this new world coven. To meet those I have read about. To find Armand and torture him in a million ways! Though maybe I should thank him. The madness-
March 2, 2025 at 3:51 AM
playground.

When Lestat left to go back to France, I knew. I felt it in the minds of others. I have continued to keep an eye on him through his books, but keep my distance. At first, it was because I worried about Louis. What /would/ we say to one another? I worried he would see me as a-
March 2, 2025 at 3:51 AM
the videos, the movie, read the books. I came to New Orleans, knowing if Lestat could be found, it would be there. I fell in love with the city, and lived there for many years. Not because Lestat was close, but because the city spoke to my broken heart and tortured mind, giving it a wondrous -
March 2, 2025 at 3:51 AM
been to move quickly or when called. I remained hidden through the massacre of our kind. It seemed my own madness with its static of a thousand voices had protected me from Akasha's call. I had enough voices in my head, I couldn't hear hers.

Eventually I crawled out. I watched -
March 2, 2025 at 3:51 AM
him right away though, and enjoyed the new world with vivacious recklessness.

Eventually I slept again. I lost fifty more years, waking when the rest of my kind did. Lestat's music called to me when his own mind and thoughts could not. I heard it as clear as the bombs, but my mood has never-
March 2, 2025 at 3:51 AM
his little bloodletting ceremonies. When the war ended, I managed to pass myself off as a Roma prisoner and slipped onto a boat heading for America.

I came to the United States in 1945. A growing country, there was plenty to do and feed upon. And I knew, somehow, Lestat was there. I didn't find -
March 2, 2025 at 3:51 AM
myself hauled out of my slumber by men who worshiped a little annoying man who called himself Führer. Unfortunately, Adolph knew exactly what I was, and I quickly became his favorite party secret. Kept at the Wewelsburg castle, he pulled me out of my cage (Yes, yet another cage!) for -
March 2, 2025 at 3:51 AM
for as long as I could. Some, I tried to give the Dark Gift, but they never survived it. I had no idea what I was doing, and only had my own rebirth to go by.

I did this over and over until finally I felt the call of Sleep again.

When I next woke, another war had come. I found -
March 2, 2025 at 3:51 AM
starvation. He would have too, but I took a liking to him. I still feel Stefen's tears on the back of my hand, his little body shivering against mine. I was a different creature then, a beast with no conscience. I stole mortals away from their lives and kept them as playthings-
March 2, 2025 at 3:51 AM
littered the ground.

Somehow I ended up in Russia, I suspect because some part of me remembered Armand having been from there. The winters were terrible, the countryside where I came to rest, barren. I found a young boy, he was ten or twelve at most, his entire family had died of cold and -
March 2, 2025 at 3:51 AM
of it later.

The next thing I do remember is waking to the sounds of bombs. The earth shook and I dug myself free of the stone and mud I had apparently buried myself in, and found the world at war. France, Germany, England…they were all at war and I fed well upon the dying that-
March 2, 2025 at 3:51 AM
with them again. I had to remain as dead to them, as to the vampires of the theater.

Excuse. There are wide gaps in my memory and madness sometimes creeps in. I went into the deep sleep, I became someone else with no memory of things. It happens from time to time, and will explain more -
March 2, 2025 at 3:51 AM