#ripjulie

".   .   .i   used   to   live   here."   came   the   voice,   whisper   like   and   gently,   one   of   his   hands   resting   on   the   cane   he   kept   from   those   days,   as   old   as   he   was,   really.   louis   stares   into   the   facade   of   what   used   to   be   his   home   in   new   orleans.   a   home   he   once   shared   with   another.   his   old   house   was   gone,   the   pointe   du   lac   house   was   but   a   ghost   (   and   people   whispered   still   about   the   tales   of   what   happened   to   them   )   but   the   home   that   stood   at   rue   royale   stare   at   him   with   all   of   it's   might,   despite   the   time,   he   could   see   the   structure   of   it   still.

  green   eyes   look   over,   a   smile   on   the   edge   of   his   lips,   he   hoped   to   find   another   shadow   of   the   past   but   he   seems   to   meet   someone   else   entirely.   (   the   notion   that   lestat   would   turn   someone   else   always   bothered   him   but   he   didn't   owe   the   vampire,   though   he   hates   to   share   that   bond   with   anyone   else,   he   has   to   remind   himself   that   he   had   been   the   one   to   broke   it   in   the   first   place   ).   "just   came   to   see   the   past   take   place.   call   it   nostalgic."

the random meme ( no longer accepting ) + @ripjulie // julie

rue slinks through the door, a guilty creature, after her LONG WEEKEND away. she knows the other girl will have questions, and honestly, she wouldn't really know what to say. she texts julie to say she'll be home and not to worry, but doesn't give any details, and thankfully, julie doesn't pry. the other woman always knew when to press, and when to let her come to her - it's probably why the two of them grew as close to one another as they did, left chewing on her bottom lip, dark eyes flickering over to her roommate, who was sitting on the couch, before rue's moving to curl in against her side in silence. it holds ; and honestly, she doesn't mind... it's a kindness. it's a warmth. it's the way that the other girl makes it feel, like, tolerable to be vulnerable.

“love is the jelly to sunshine’s peanut butter. and if i tell you that i’m in sandwich with you, i’m not just saying it to get in your ziploc bag.”

the random meme ( accepting ) + @ripjulie // julie ( ft @kschmidts, @prettydead )

rue isn't really sure who adopts who first. it just sort of HAPPENS, before she even realises it. that the hostility manages to evaporate in an unexpected motion ( something, something, something, a witch? rue can't really remember ) and it's... kind of cool. like, finding someone what helps to keep her at ease, another addition to what eventually becomes four between kate, and madison... and she like of loves it. like, the family she chooses, is how she thinks about it all, and maybe julie does too, because eventually, they end up splitting their living quarters, rue giving up hers to an incoming newbie instead.

the company's nice. it's like, a reminder not to go overboard. in a place like the circus, it's hard to keep secrets... but it helps. and she knows she helps julie too, the both of them able to talk the other to sleep, on those nights where she knew it was hard for... well... either of them, really. and they kind of talk about EVERYTHING, which is just like. a relief. it's kind of just... amazing? in a way, rue likes to think, to have a friend that she could just... let go with, like that.

“you know what i like most about people? pets.”

[ sms: @ripjulie ] nooooo i don't hate you

[ sms: jewel-e ] also i am very easy

[ sms: jewel-e ] TO GET