hey. don't cry. the horror... the horror was for love. the things we do for love like this are ugly, mad, full of sweat and regret. this love burns you and maims you and twists you inside out. it is a monstrous love, and it makes monsters of us all. ok?
“I have thick blond hair, not quite shoulder length, and rather curly, which appears white under fluorescent light. My eyes are gray, but they absorb the colors blue or violet easily from surfaces around them. And I have a fairly short narrow nose, and a mouth that is well shaped but just a little too big for my face. It can look very mean, or extremely generous, my mouth. It always looks sensual. But emotions and attitudes are always reflected in my entire expression. I have a continuously animated face.”
—The Vampire Lestat (1985).
Kudos to fanfiction writers for writing about all the trauma and emotional and mental turmoil that the original content creators dont acknowledge when putting characters through hell
For a human, experiencing it for the first time, it was… unsettling. And not for the physical toll on my body, which was significant, but for the feelings of intimacy it awoke within me.
count dracula? okay. one. dumbass.
thinking again about vampirism as disability