[ Lestat spends plenty of time wandering between the gravestones at night, both because it's quiet and because his vampiric nature allows him to see beauty where most would argue there is none. So this will either be a butting of heads when it comes to creative vision, or an enlightening evening. Only one way to find out. ]
Excellent. I'll be waiting.
[ And wait he does. He stands leaning by the entrance gate, camera in hand, wearing a flowing white shirt and tight leather pants, positively dripping in chains and jewellery from head to toe. He looks like a rock star, but his ethereal beauty has the image skewed a little toward something more elegant... or more vampiric, to be ironic. ]
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Excellent. I'll be waiting.
[ And wait he does. He stands leaning by the entrance gate, camera in hand, wearing a flowing white shirt and tight leather pants, positively dripping in chains and jewellery from head to toe. He looks like a rock star, but his ethereal beauty has the image skewed a little toward something more elegant... or more vampiric, to be ironic. ]