#NewBio

[Begins throwing my porcelain dolls across the room, down the hall, stomping my feet on the upstairs wood floors.]

[Stomps louder in the room above @TheAngoisse’s head] x.com/erraticdahlia/…

I’m sixteen, aren’t I? Old enough to merit a /front/ seat, Lestat. [I annunciated the last “t” harshly] x.com/foumaitre/stat…

No. x.com/aesthetealamor…

You cannot hide.... ... I’ve never lost a game of hide & seek.... x.com/aesthetealamor…

Yes, Louis? x.com/noeticangoisse…

Trying on new shoes. What do you think, @NoeticAngoisse?

Louuuuuiissssss. —- @NoeticAngoisse

Why won’t @NoeticAngoisse or Maître Fou love me as I know they do?

Do hurry, Louis. x.com/noeticangoisse…

[Accidentally forgets one of Maître Fou’s prized books on the streetcar after my whimsical ride down the avenue.]

— /princess/.

No matter how melancholy you may be... x.com/theangoisse/st…

It is my very happiness...[I smiled, my face that of a porcelain doll] x.com/theangoisse/st…

[I smiled, gently swatting your hand down with a gentle push] I merely want your attentions. x.com/theangoisse/st…

[I bit my lip, becoming sheepish I swung my shoulders from side to side] I don’t know, Louis... something that Lestat may disapprove of... x.com/theangoisse/st…