A sleek black evening coat.
A patchwork tunic and a pair of dusty old leather boots. They don't quite match.
A diaphanous golden toga, embroidered with silver swans.
A dark satin riding dress and a nine-headed whip made of snakes.
An immaculately tailored, dark green velvet gown.
Drop-dead sexy. And they’d be right.
I don’t like people.
A pile of books.
A tree house with windows made of multicolored glass.
Butterfly trees and singing trumpet flowers.
Nightshade, belladonna and night-blooming orchids.
Invariably found where you least expect to find it.
Mesmerizing my prey.
Reading, gathering intelligence, annoying the other immortals.
Trying out new magic spells, getting myself out of trouble.
Lying on a divan, pondering deeply. Does that count as two hobbies?
Winning at blackjack and haunting the crossroads.
Trying on haute couture, eating my dinner guests.
I make my own luck.
Aan duidelijke kaders en richtlijnen
To know me is to love me.
Euw. Who needs it?
Love is an art, and I’m a true artist.
Get lost, before I turn you into something foul.
Love is divine, dark and eternal.
Mens agitat molem/(The mind moves the mountain)
Ad astra per aspera/(To the stars through difficulties) or Acta non verba/(Action, not words)
Ars longa, vita brevis/(Art is long, life is short) or Vinum et musica leatificant cor/(Wine and music delight the heart)
Nemo me impune lacessit/(No one attacks me with impunity)or Odi profanum vulgus et arceo/(I hate the profane masses, and avoid them)
Ulula cum lupis, cum quibus esse cupis/(Who keeps company with wolves, will learn to howl) or Homo homini lupus est/(Man is a wolf to man)