“I must have fire in my eyes, not tears”

In Claudia’s version of events, Lestat was being cruel by making her watch Charlie burn. Grabbing her with his hands and forcing her to gaze as his face melted. His face is serious as he tortures her with this lesson.

In Lestat’s memories, he was holding Claudia’s hand the entire time as she watched Charlie burn in front of her. His face is melancholic and tearful as he likely recalls Nicki being burned by Armand. He was enduring the pain with her in real time.

heaven is not fit to house a love like you and i

NHL Player James/Olympic Figure Skater Lily AU || Rated M || Read it on AO3

my life was a storm, since i was born how could i fear any hurricane

Chapter Twenty-Nine

JAMES

“I have a wager for you,” she says.

“Oh?”

“I’m sure you’re a decent skater –”

“–ouch, Evans–”

She continues, bolder. “But I was wondering if you could keep up with me.”

He pauses his jogging to blurt out a laugh. “Keep up with you?” he says, and – fuck, he can’t help it – runs a hand through his hair, ruffles it so he can feel the strands swoop down in the way he likes it. “I think you’re confused.”

“Am I?” She stands in front of him, hands on her hips, eyes twinkling.

“I’m a professional skater, see?”

“I hadn’t realized,” she deadpans.

But he persists. “I might not be able to do a triple axel, but I certainly, certainly will have no issue surpassing you.”

“I can’t do a triple axel either,” she says. “So clearly we’re on the same level.”

“Clearly.” Her flush has returned with a vengeance, and he’s sure his is peeking through.

Talking with each other about their day doing nothing just still being crazy in love. (and me pretending it hasn't been 2 years since I drew them!)

This was given to me by a marquis who was beheaded by a mob 10 years after he gave it to me. Oh. I love it.