You were not content, Nicolas. You know that's a lie. The only time you were ever content was when we were both poor and struggling. When I finally got on stage, finally got to do what we went to Paris for, you couldn't handle that. You wanted to pull me down into your despair so we would both suffer.
You're right about one thing. I never should have turned you. I never should have given you the gift. I was selfish. I wanted to be together. I wanted to share this with you. So many nights I longed for you, I couldn't bear to lose you. I will regret it the rest of my life.
And I never should have left you with him. I couldn't stand your deafening silence or the looks of disgust and hatred on your face. I have wrong you in many ways, Nicki and for that I am sorry. Maybe you're right, maybe I'm doomed to a life of discontentment and suffering, but I won't stop trying. Another difference between us.
I'd be ashes if not for him saving just enough of my discarded pieces to allow us the delightful exchange we're having right now.
I never needed to be content, Lestat, difficult as that seems to be for you to believe. I wanted the life with you, with every flaw and disappointment included. So how tragically ironic that life is the one experience neither one of us will ever have now.
Poetic enough I could almost pick up my violin again.
Another cruel gift from the gremlin himself, then; to deny you an end to your suffering just to punish; to allow you to return to seek your deserved vengeance from me. He would have known the depth of your hatred for me at the end.
You speak as if I had a choice; as if you weren't there the night I was forcibly taken from our room. I think I have mourned you every night since.
Then pick it up! You lament over a life you cannot return to. Embrace the one you have.
Do you use terms of endearment to mock me? If I'm just a mad man raving to a ghost, then I'm afraid you won't get much satisfaction haunting me.
You read it! You don't like that I included you? I never thought-
If I had known, I would have sent you a signed copy.
[Deflecting is easier than facing the maelstrom of emotions threatening to pull him down into the depths at the simple realization that Nicki read his story.]
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devilsfiddler) wrote2016-12-30 02:21 am
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You're right about one thing. I never should have turned you. I never should have given you the gift. I was selfish. I wanted to be together. I wanted to share this with you. So many nights I longed for you, I couldn't bear to lose you. I will regret it the rest of my life.
And I never should have left you with him. I couldn't stand your deafening silence or the looks of disgust and hatred on your face. I have wrong you in many ways, Nicki and for that I am sorry. Maybe you're right, maybe I'm doomed to a life of discontentment and suffering, but I won't stop trying. Another difference between us.
oh wow i thought i replied orz
I'd be ashes if not for him saving just enough of my discarded pieces to allow us the delightful exchange we're having right now.
I never needed to be content, Lestat, difficult as that seems to be for you to believe. I wanted the life with you, with every flaw and disappointment included. So how tragically ironic that life is the one experience neither one of us will ever have now.
Poetic enough I could almost pick up my violin again.
no worries!
You speak as if I had a choice; as if you weren't there the night I was forcibly taken from our room. I think I have mourned you every night since.
Then pick it up! You lament over a life you cannot return to. Embrace the one you have.
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I will.
Somehow, Lelio, I find myself relieved you're as lost and full of rage as I am.
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Perhaps we will always be a pair of lost children. But I don't think our rage is alike. Then again, rage never suited either of us very well.
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Am I a fool to entertain the notion that our next conversation might center on the concept of rage and how ours might never quite compare?
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My beloved Nicki, we could speak for an eternity about the ways we might never quite compare. I'll entertain the notion.
I wish I could see you. To know you're not a ghost and that I'm not going completely mad.
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And do please tell me you won't be writing a new narrative for publication that includes me in it. Your first book was more than enough.
[Yeah, but he was in line to buy the first copy, wasn't he?]
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You read it! You don't like that I included you? I never thought-
If I had known, I would have sent you a signed copy.
[Deflecting is easier than facing the maelstrom of emotions threatening to pull him down into the depths at the simple realization that Nicki read his story.]