Yes, exactly ;A; I headcanon that Louis had this statue made in her likeness, I would think he was wealthy enough to do that, buuuuut it might also just be a generic angel statue…
Pretty sure the portrait Louis burns when burning down Pointe du Lac is of his wife, sort of like, a “Darling, I can’t live without you any longer, I’m on my way, I’ll see you soon…” gesture ;A;
I think they just didn’t have enough time to give us more, the movie is 2 hours long, and in 1994, I seem to remember movies being more in the 1.5 hour range.
But in the script, we get her name, age (28), and the name of the child, at least:
^BTW, I think the wife’s name is “Dianne” bc HELLO “Anne” Rice. “Die, Anne”? Maybe?
I think that’s definitely possible, in the context of the movie version of the story.* “[Lestat] knew me, he knew I would love her more than the waking world.” Very poetic *u*
Expecting a child doesn’t necessarily mean you love kids, BUT, Lestat could read minds, and perhaps he knew just how much being a father meant to Louis. Louis doesn’t speak much of his own father, when he died, Louis had to take over the family business at a relatively young age, so maybe Louis was really looking forward to being a better and more loving a father than the one he had grown up with ;A;
PLUS, it seems like it would have been Louis’s first child, making him a father for the first time. I can’t imagine what that must feel like, expecting to have your wife back in your arms, and a new baby to love and raise, and then get neither back, knowing your wife died in pain?? ;A;
Even if Louis wasn’t a kid person, I mean, how can you not love a super cute 5 yr old angel like Claudia was originally? Scooped out of abject poverty and sickness, someone you could lavish with gifts and who would be grateful for it, having known only the barest no-frills of a life before? Lestat knew Louis would feel protective of her, she could be something to inspire him to learn to live again. You can experience the world anew with them as they learn about it ❤
*In the book version, it’s a younger brother that Louis had lost recently, Paul, a brother Louis was very close to. The death sends Louis spiraling into guilt and depression bc he feels responsible for it (and others, including his own family, blame him for it directly).
When Paul died, Louis says: “my mother told everyone in the parish that something horrible had happened in my room which I would not reveal; and even the police questioned me, on the word of my own mother.”
That feeling of blame in the situation is part of what made that loss so devastating to him, the death was preventable, if only he had had more patience with his brother ;A;
But with the loss of a child and wife in childbirth, I can imagine the husband feeling responsible for that, too. After all, if not for him, well, she wouldn’t have been pregnant (we’re assuming it was definitely his baby!) 😛
Aww, merci merci! Welcome (back) to the fandom ♥♥♥ Thank u for the blog leurve *u*
YES it DID used to be a dangerous thing to have anything IWTV related, how dare we as fans Like a Thing and show our appreciation by *gasp* making fanworks for it?? HOW DARE.
I like to think of us as the formerly battered step-children of fandom, having been beaten into submission decades ago, confined to sharing fanworks underground, and, over time, slowly coming up once certain people had decided not to attack their own fans and finding each other in web 2.0, the series reinvigorated by new books/adaptations (tho sporadic, there have been several over the years!) and basically, finding our place in the moonlight, so to speak.
We’ve survived more battles here, too. Wars with the FB People of the Page, more wars from AR against critics of her works, roleplayer and other drama here on tumblr.
What you see now is a fandom that’s been broken and put itself back together, welcomed fresh fans who found their parent’s VC collection and gave it a chance, watched one or more of the movie adaptations, seen the Lestat musical, or started the series based on one of the newer books being published… I think it’s the fresh fans who have helped to heal the older ones ^______^
I’d like to think that all the past suffering has made us more forgiving of each other’s faults, given us more empathy for each other, than fans in other fandoms who haven’t had as rough a time as we have. For the most part I think that’s true.
Sorry, I went off on a whole wall of text there. I guess what I’m saying is that my gift to the fandom has been trying to cheerlead and maintain our revival. This blog started as just my personal backup for collecting fanworks, ideas, and VC news, and it turns out that that stuff? Is something other ppl wanted, too. The lifeblood of the fandom is in the fans sharing works and making friends with eachother ❤
If you’re looking for more specifically VC blogs, try my #VC fandom hunters tag. Some of the blogs mentioned there may have deactivated by now, but it’s a decent place to start 😉
♠ *a smile tugs at his lips, considering his responses*
*writing:*“By now, after decades of his antics, he hardly has any new tricks to pull, just variations on the old ones. And I know how to firmly put him in his place when necessary. So, I’d say, not terribly hard.”
*Louis stretches, glances at Lestat across the room* “It has been a learning experience, shall we say? I had to learn his noises, his expressions. He doesn’t always say what he means, or mean what he says. He also knows how far he can push me before I’ll snap. Still, he has to test that boundary.”
“One might think that needing to learn his language renders him unlovable. On the contrary, I understand now that his pestering about my fashion choices, and the like, it isn’t simple berating, it’s more that he wants my attention, like a puppy nipping at the fingers of his human companion. No harm is actually intended, it’s merely a less vulnerable means of begging for attention and care.”
“ ‘Putting up with’ also includes the situations he hurls himself into despite my advice, and I do fear for his safety more often than I’d like. Strong as he is… I don’t want to think of him truly in peril. Yet. He insists on testing those boundaries, too. That’s when it’s the most hard, for me.”
♛ “Oui, many of her admirers would praise her beauty, and, noting our similar coloring and personalities, would assume she was my own biological daughter. On closer inspection, her hair had more of a natural curl than mine, and the color was just a touch darker, like honey, and her eyes were also a touch more sapphire. But such minor differences do happen with children.” *sigh*
[^X] “What we told these people was that she was in fact my niece, and that Louis was her biological father; tragically widowed when his wife
Mireille
(my younger sister) died in childbirth. It was a narrative that threaded the three of us together naturally; in being a part of their lives, I was also honoring my ‘sister.’”
“We believed in this ardently, Claudia would tell it herself, adding her own embellishments.“
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