Just a moment in time from Louis and Lestat’s early life together.
Tomorrow – Gairid – Vampire Chronicles – All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]
Folks have called you cold (especially as a mother), maybe sometimes unfairly, so I was wondering if you might share a happy memory of Lestat as a wee boy? Pretty please?
-sighs wearily-
I have shared many already, have I not? But, then, you want a happy memory. There were so few in that house.
Lestat mentioned briefly in his book that I used to show him picture books of the places where I’d travelled before I was wed to the Marquis: Rome, Paris, Madrid, Athens, etc. And I do remember doing this, when he was very, very young—his little body tucked into my lap as I sat, cross-legged, upon my bed, a large book spread open before us.
He was always very taken with the colours of the paintings in the books—he has always had a great love for colour—and his small fingers would trace the images of ships, mountains, animals, running down and over the pages as I explained to him (sometimes in French, sometimes in Italian) what each place was and what it was like there.
Can you imagine it? Are you a mother? That sweet weight of his little body against my own, the smell of babyhood still in his hair, his voice forming words that were a charming amalgamation of French and Italian as he attempted, as toddlers do, to ask questions of me. The small gasps he might elicit at certain images as the pages turned, the trills of laughter at the animals, the way his body would shift as he would lean back to look in my face, as if searching to make sure these places were truly real and not some fairy tale I was constructing.
Very few of his companions are aware, I think, that that child still exists. That child is ever-present, hidden just behind the eyes of the man, waiting to be thrilled or wounded. I’d hazard to surmise that the few who see it are the ones who tend to stay by his side, despite his failings.
☆ – happy headcanon
Lestat came earlier than he should have, born in November, a full month and a half before he’d come to term. Her body, exhausted after so many fully realised and failed births, simply could not carry him any longer.
Convinced that the babe would not survive, like so many others, the Marquis left the castle on what he loosely termed ‘business,’ leaving her alone with the priest, the midwife, and the pain.
He was born at night. Tiny, wailing, the priest advised they baptize him immediately, in case he did not make it until morning.
For the first time, she found herself in a unique position: this child would be named by her, claimed by her, perfectly clean of her husband’s touch or thought.
She named him Lestat. It seemed to suit him—his birth had been urgent, and so then might his name.
Later, the Marquis, furious that the child, both male and living, had not been named by him, went to the village priest and had the names “Christophe” and “Marie” added to the birth record.
But it didn’t matter. Lestat she had named him, and Lestat he remained. Hers.
And that had never changed.
“Tell your father that I can’t reach the asparagus.”
“He says he can’t reach the asparagus.”
“Tell your dad he’s closer to it than I am.”
“Why do we have to go through this EVERY night? ”
carmilla + adaptions
“… and to this hour the image of Carmilla returns to mind with ambiguous alterations — sometimes the playful, languid, beautiful girl; sometimes the writhing fiend I saw in the ruined church; and often from a reverie I have started, fancying I heard the light step of Carmilla at the drawing room door.”
I really like Blood and roses, The Vampire lovers and 1989 Carmilla. I would like to see The curse of Styria.
“Blood and Roses” is so gorgeous. I also have to agree about “The Vampire Lovers” and the 1989 version. I really, really wish they’d release the ‘89 one on DVD or in any format other than having to find it on VHS. It’s too good to languish in obscurity forever. Plus, Meg Tilly is amazing as Carmilla.
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I adore the way fan fiction writers engage with and critique source texts, by manipulating them and breaking their rules. Some of it is straight-up homage, but a lot of [fan fiction] is really aggressive towards the source text. One tends to think of it as written by total fanboys and fangirls as a kind of worshipful act, but a lot of times you’ll read these stories and it’ll be like ‘What if Star Trek had an openly gay character on the bridge?’ And of course the point is that they don’t, and they wouldn’t, because they don’t have the balls, or they are beholden to their advertisers, or whatever. There’s a powerful critique, almost punk-like anger, being expressed there—which I find fascinating and interesting and cool.
What is your favorite type of animal to kill and why?
Bears. And jungle cats.
With creatures like that (especially the former), the struggle is formidable, not to mention that the process of stalking with the latter is quite enjoyable.
Cats know when they are being hunted, and they do not like it.
