Hello. Nice of you to stop by and throw a few words my way when insomnia plagues you. Genia, now you… it seems to be getting common, that tendency, but I do not mind. I'll take you all, sleepy, wired, or otherwise.

Dark,

Hm, have I ever wanted to do something, and not done it? Funny, that as I prepare to answer that I think there are some who would say, not Lestat, but yes, even I have encountered situations like that. There is a fine, often invisible distinction between being impassioned and curious, and stepping over the line of what people think you should do, or even what you believe you should do. I know all too well just what you mean about wondering how far you could walk. There are times, wistful and mindful of my past antics, when I will stare off into nothingness, and wonder if there is anything I could do now that would raise and eyebrow. Of course, I'm sure there is, and you should know me by now, I'm not nearly through with crossing over the line that I alone seem to lay down as a measure of what is too far. Hell, I've even stepped over my own lines! Even as I write this I know that soon, there will be something… indefinable, coming, and it will perhaps not raise eyebrows so much as I hope it will allow some strange enlightenment and peace, finally. I can't go into that more, but I'm not trying to be deliberately elusive for once. You'll just have to trust me.

Stay curious, dear girl. Keep that wonderment and that fire. You will find it often to be the only thing that sustains you when darkness falls, and to be the light and soft empowerment when nothing around you makes sense. Take this bit of advice from me.

Fallen One,

Thank you for that poem. Others have left it for me before, perhaps knowing how I would like the references to my beloved Nicolas and that long ago, other lifetime that I now think of with painful, bittersweet fondness.

Genia,

You think half the people here that say they're psychic, are actually gifted in that right? Non! They do the same as you say you do, listen and pick things up. There are those that have a higher power, of course. One in particular knows me very, very well and I find that I treasure her with the way she will know I'm coming up the walkway behind her in the night. She will turn her head ever so slightly and say, "I know you dere ye ol charming devil, you." Her clear glass beaded necklace glitters in the lights and I will then come beside her and take her hand and give it a gentlemanly kiss. Often I've sat and spoken with her through the darkness, and never once has she seemed to fear me, though she knows exactly what I am. I will miss the old bird when she's gone, which I've seen will not be too many years from now, but then, she has told me things about my own future and read my past enough that it has given me cause to wonder.

Oh, I highly recommend going on a vacation alone! I'd recommend that to anyone! How wonderful it is to walk the streets free of the obligations of company. There is no need to "go here, and see this", or such silliness. You can take time all for yourself, and I will stand on the soapbox and say it's not merely selfish and indulgent, but it is damn well necessary! For now though, just keep those "come and get me" veins covered up dear girl, or it might not be your storybook lover that comes to get them, but a blond demon like me!

Romie and Stas -

Yes. Your country and the time of war, it all makes me very contemplative. Soldier dolls indeed, my friend. But as I've said, it is all in some strange way, if you can look at it abstractly enough, you know what I am saying, from outside of it all? It has it's own flow, dark and beautiful in the scheme of things.

-smiles- What a very sentient sentiment.

Do you like the band U2? You should listen to some of their lyrics if you haven't. mart and sexy. I like their Greatest Hits 80-90 I think it is called. It's very good music I think for political times like these. I'm rather seeing it as a chess game, though one that isn't very amusing if various outcomes come to pass. Anyhow, listen to their music, it's good. There. That's a freebie.

Stand well Romie, and be well, I wish it for you and all your people.

Miwsher,

The silk was green though, which suprised me. A very sort of foresty green. Does this have any relevance to anything whatsoever? Also the man with the sword went on a rampage and got in a car chase, shot dead some people, took some others hostage and then gave himself up which I thought was dissapointing. He did make up for it though by giving the police car window a big smooch for the camera.

Well, that certainly could represent many things, dreaming boy. Let me think for a minute. The most obvious answer would be a reference to Louis' eyes. Shall I indulge you with images of them? They're quite mesmerizing of course, like some deranged, absinthe dream. Then there is the green fire that burned in Merrick's emerald eyes. Times I swore I could look into them and see her very heart beating, and I wanted to taste it. A temptation greater than myself. It could be the softly rolling green of the French countryside in my mortal youth, the green of a ripened apple as it met Nicolas' lips so full and generous.

Ah, but such thoughts that brings that I will not indulge in just now. Like another famous Southerner, I will think about that tomorrow. I've got to get the rest of this thread done. Shame you can't have all of my attentions, yes?