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"i saw claudia. in new york, coming up the subway. someone -- someone who looked like her, but in her 20s, if she'd... made it to her 20s. i saw her come up. i watched her turn the corner. i -- i saw her walk into a diner, and i couldn't help myself. so i go inside, i grab a booth... it's not her. she's not there. chased a ghost, i guess. so i order a coffee, and a donut, you know, just to pass. and she comes out the back, in uniform. it's not her. no, this one's got a different walk, accent... and i'm not in her section. so i walked out."

can you imagine being daniel molloy? being a human who is so fascinating to an immortal creature who has lived five centuries that you are the human he makes exceptions for? the one he worries about keeping alive? the one he can't live without? your bond is so special you have his eyes, you can feel his presence when the whole world stops, you're lonely not because you don't have other vampires around but because the creature you never expected to be the other half of your soul isn't next to you. and you're just a guy. all of that, and you're just a guy.

One of my favorite Bloodymary tropes is Simon dropping some random childhood trauma lore and mandated-reporter-middle-school-teacher Grace going:

“I lived 54,554 days before I met louis de pointe du lac”

Oh nooooooooooooo now that David is dead I guess someone else is going to have to interview Armand to write his book. That’s sooooooo terrible. If only there was another character with investigative skills and experience writing books about vampires, maybe someone who is actually invested in Armand and cares about him and his story.

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I read a lot of hurt/comfort, and there's nothing like hurt/comfort written by someone who has recovered!

the human body when you use it and exist in it

"and i have this weird thing that happens where suddenly everyone around me disappears like the rapture's come... and i... you know... i feel him"