#merciful journal

thinking about the muggy new orleans summers, balcony doors open for the breeze and us both in simple light clothing and minimal candles. Leaning gently against Lestat as he played the piano and sung so sweetly in French.

I may have used the chance of ordering swatches for a commission to also order some I might want in the future for myself to recreate some looks. Will I be historically accurate? Likely not too much so, but it will be nice to have at least one high quality waistcoat and or coat again, even if I will likely make it just vague enough to also use for Bloodmarch kin crimes.

Nostalgic and soft and feeling just a little off kilter. Some thing is wrong, my hands feel naked. I’m more sure if I miss my family crest ring, or one Lestat gifted me in that life... or if it the daylight ring that I miss because the radio will not stop playing songs to remind me of who I thought was my twin flame. Puzzling to be sure but I have work and hopefully I can throw myself into a customer service persona and forget myself a while.