#i wanted him dead #i wanted him all to myself #i wanted to pound his ass with a wooden oar #i wanted to dress him up as little bo peep and parade him through the streets #i wanted to braid his hair and read him a bedtime story #i wanted to saddle him like a mule #i wanted to marry him in vegas then drag him through the courts in a lengthy and contentious divorce battle then immediately marry him again #i wanted to kiss him tenderly on the forehead #i wanted to slap him with a damp haddock #i wanted to break into his coffin as he slept and give him a mullet as a practical joke
INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE (2022- )
In Throes of Increasing Wonder (1.01) || The Thing Lay Still (1.07)
I have seen death over and over and over and over again. It's boring.
There's not an inch of this city that wasn't built from the fierce wilderness that surrounds it. Hurricanes, floods, fevers. The damp climate on every painted sign, every stone facade. High windows, through which enameled bits of civilization glitter. Silhouettes emerging, wandering out to catch a silent flash of lightning. The silky warmth of summer rain. Desperately alive... and desperately fragile.
‘As much as I hated him, with him we were... complete.’ She looked at me, her eyelids were quivering, as if the slight rise in her voice had disturbed her even as it disturbed me.
’No, only you were complete...’ I said to her. ‘Because there were two of us on either side of you, from the beginning.’