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louis & lestat

[interview with a vampire] you crave love that consumes you, even when it leaves scars. you’re torn between gentleness and chaos, always drawn back into what hurts because the thought of loneliness feels worse. you’re magnetic, haunted, and impossible to resist, living in a cycle of obsession and devotion. even when it destroys you, you stay because some loves are too intoxicating to ever let go.

her words are soft, but hung in the air thickly as if something else was clinging to them. perhaps something was. magdalene tilted her head at the man and sheepishly smiled, brushing her well manicured, for preacher's daughter, fingertips across his arm. she knew about what happened, hell all of town did. rumours spread fast in appalachia, even if it hadn't happened in her town.

she squinted at @massacr3d and tapped his arm for a second more. "you know daddy says you should be at church, like a good proper god fearing-" she stopped, her eyes growing wide for a second.

"I sought the Lord, and he answered me; he delivered me from all my fears."