#macaebre

❝   I  never  wanted  to  abuse  your  imagination.   ❞

❛     I DON’T KNOW WHOSE THOUGHTS YOU’RE READING,     BUT THEY AREN’T MINE.     ❜     his mind is a locked door     ,     and only he     ,    the serpent     ,     wields the key for opening    .     he will forever protect himself from external penetration and peering into his being     .     and at a sudden realization     ,     a smirk forms in the corner of his mouth     .     nocuous gaze locked on hers stygian as he proceeds to spit venom     .     ❛     i suppose you aren’t as well versed in legilimency as you might think     .     might want to cross it off of your                             grand list of     TALENTS     .     ❜

——————————— how dreadful the darkness speaks BOOMING volumes to her. candelabras set on various surfaces keep the room lit in the most ominous way. what a beautifully deary scene for an occasion such as this ! she’s s o a k e d the hearts in a vat of wine & dressed them up nicely within the glass they sit. an image worthy of a daughter such as morticia’s. “ and i haven’t even given you the best gift yet. ”

      ❝ how many men have you killed , wednesday ? ❞     IT’S SAID OUT OF curiosity , a smile on sharp bone white features as she regards the young woman.  her mother should be proud --- would be proud and gabrielle wishes she could feel the same about her own children.  they had all been disappointments , those that had lived to their adulthood , even lestat in the end.  they had drifted , him far too attached to his humanity.  one day that would be his downfall , she was sure.