[Rowan's gifts to Lestat had taken a bit to make come together. He'd gotten images of Louis, Adam, and himself, and brought them to a gnomish tinkerer at the Night Market. A few discussions about what he'd wanted, and frequent checks to be sure things were going to plan, and Rowan had three tiny little movable figurines that looked exactly like the three of them. Mechanical little magical dolls, each one bearing the same look of Lestat's lovers. About the size of a pixie. They reacted to Lestat's voice only, coming with a little instruction manual that let the vampire know that he could pose them, or have them move independently; dancing witch each other, or alone, or just standing on their heads, if he wanted.
They'd be wrapped in black silken wrapping paper, and delivered by two pixies. One a little pink haired male with a shimmering hue of purple along the edges of his wings, short choppy hair, and deep blue eyes. The other was a blue hued female, baby blue and with the hint of green painted on tiny nails. Her hair was long and curling, eyes black. And the pair of them were waiting for Lestat when he came back to the trailer. The male flitted over to give him a card and a kiss.]
A consort deserves their own retinue, and these two are partial to wanting to be the ones to head yours. Someone needs to keep that ridiculous trailer clean, and there's not nearly enough mess in my life here when there's just myself to care for. Say hello to Periwinkle and Zinnia. They already adore you, though not nearly as much as I do. Stay safe, and come back to me when you need a moment of calm in the storm of your life.
Happy Valentine's Day ♥
They'd be wrapped in black silken wrapping paper, and delivered by two pixies. One a little pink haired male with a shimmering hue of purple along the edges of his wings, short choppy hair, and deep blue eyes. The other was a blue hued female, baby blue and with the hint of green painted on tiny nails. Her hair was long and curling, eyes black. And the pair of them were waiting for Lestat when he came back to the trailer. The male flitted over to give him a card and a kiss.]
A consort deserves their own retinue, and these two are partial to wanting to be the ones to head yours. Someone needs to keep that ridiculous trailer clean, and there's not nearly enough mess in my life here when there's just myself to care for. Say hello to Periwinkle and Zinnia. They already adore you, though not nearly as much as I do. Stay safe, and come back to me when you need a moment of calm in the storm of your life.
Love and always yours,
Rowan