D A M N E D - Lestat de Lioncourt

D A M N E D - Lestat de Lioncourt

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You are the very air I breathe. You, ma chérie, are the beats of my dead heart. You are everything I have waited an eternity for. You polute my very mind, yet it's everything I desire. Prends ma main et je te servirai pour toujours. Kind of a slow burn, written for the fandom of the chronicles I so very much fell in love with. ------------------ 18+ I do not own any characters from the Interview with the vampire universe or any of Anne Rice's work. All rights reserved. ------------------ Started: 6/20/2024 Ended: 1/20/2026 Fully read through and edited.
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The Lioncourt Chronicles - L. de Lioncourt

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    Season 2
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Moira

Moira ~ A person's destiny ************************************ I was holding the photo tightly in my grasp when I felt a presence behind me. Ace came closer to me and reached around me causing his chest to press into my back. Before I could control myself, a breathless gasp escaped me from feeling the sparks from the places we were touching. Ace didn't say anything, instead, he took the photo from my hand and backed away. I turned around to see Ace walking back to the couch he was just sitting on. I leaned back against the bookshelf as Ace sat down. Looking at Ace, I needed to know. I needed to know why he had a photo of me from before. Why would he have one when he was the one who rejected me? He hated me and yet he kept a photo of me for years. I felt a feeling of loss like I had never felt before. I was confused and hurt. Why did he have that photo? I had so many questions for him. I whispered, not wanting to break the silence but needing an answer, "Why?" One word, three letters, a beginning of a question. Not enough meaning behind it but he knew what I meant. Even if I didn't know what I wanted it to mean. Because in my head, a thousand questions I needed him to answer. Why did he reject me? Why take a picture of me? Why keep that picture of me for years? Why did he choose Brittney? Why didn't he love me? Why was I not good enough? But instead of asking all these questions, I chose to ask one word with only three letters. Because that one word held all my questions in it. It held the pain that I felt. It held the rejection, the hope, and the anger. Ace looked at the picture, "I needed you." ************************************

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