Windivorce

continuons Hands, dick, belt, fangs. Simple and good like visiting home is supposed to be.
do it again Helices are Armand’s latest thing. He exults in monotony, the delight of a child, or of God, who says do it again to the moon every evening and every morning do it again to the sun. And yet the nights and days do not end where they started.
furnishings Armand figures out where to put his new belongings.
gifts Would you like to help me paint, Louis?
great degrees and variations ‘Leaving on my account?’ Louis says. ‘Still doing fucking everything on my account?’
he had not been that ancient fearful fiend Louis learns something new.
once or twice Armand, Lestat, a night out.