[Unfortunately for literally everyone, Ghost's idea of what makes a good gift is...sometimes. It's. It's really questionable. And often brightly-colored. And almost always ridiculously tacky.
Case in point: the box that Lestat receives contains TWO OF the world's tackiest snapbracelets in whatever hideous pattern you feel is most befittingly atrocious. Unfortunately, he'll likely discover that there's a note beneath.
Feel special, Lestat, you got the only sonnet in the whole bunch:
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? I wouldn't dare. It'd be too cruel of me To call up images of sunny May When sunlight's something you can only see Through borrowed eyes. Could I be so unkind To leave you to rely on memory? Those faded echoes paling in your mind — A dream, at best; at worst, facsimile. But neither shall I liken you to night, For all that one might think it'd better fit; For all you claim your darkness smothers light, Those claims are, to be candid, full of shit. What are you, then? This secret I entrust: My fangs, my claws; my safety and my trust.
→ delivery, christmas day
Case in point: the box that Lestat receives contains TWO OF the world's tackiest snap bracelets in whatever hideous pattern you feel is most befittingly atrocious. Unfortunately, he'll likely discover that there's a note beneath.
Feel special, Lestat, you got the only sonnet in the whole bunch:
I wouldn't dare. It'd be too cruel of me
To call up images of sunny May
When sunlight's something you can only see
Through borrowed eyes. Could I be so unkind
To leave you to rely on memory?
Those faded echoes paling in your mind —
A dream, at best; at worst, facsimile.
But neither shall I liken you to night,
For all that one might think it'd better fit;
For all you claim your darkness smothers light,
Those claims are, to be candid, full of shit.
What are you, then? This secret I entrust:
My fangs, my claws; my safety and my trust.
Merry Christmas! 🎄]