Dying in Paris was infinitely better than dying in the Auvergne.
And no, it does not. That vow was a vow not of my choosing, a coercion from my mother to a man I could not love, who chose to treat me like chattle and violently abuse my youngest son.
My greatest regret regarding him is that Lestat ever found the letters I’d hidden regarding him—to see my son return to his abuser to “rescue” him caused me more pain than I can describe.
I was tagged by palemithril… I rarely do these… but hey, maybe someone wants to know?
You can tell a lot about someone by the type of music they listen to. Hit shuffle on your iPod, iPhone, iTunes, media player, etc. and write down the first 10 songs. Then pass this on to 10 (or more!) people. One rule: no skipping.
How to Destroy Angels – Ice Age
NIN – A Warm Place (that is sorta funny, being right after Ice Age)
NIN – Home
Radiohead – Little by Little
Natalie Imbruglia – Smoke
Nancy Wilson – Elevator Beat
Bonnie Raitt – I Can’t Make You Love Me
Toad the Wet Sprocket – All I Want
Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross – In the Hall of the Mountain King
Tina Turner – I Don’t Want to Fight
Wow, these do seem to have a theme.
I’m harassing tagging (bc I think they would have intriguing musical reccs)(in no particular order):
Omg you are the first to inform me! Thank you ❤ and also nice of u to send me an ask, i don’t fish for asks but i do enjoy them, even when i answer them crankily but i digress…
Title? why you would want my opinion is beyond me but very flattering! All I really want is for this to be true: “This new Lestat is expected to veer far closer to the source material than Queen of the Damned did.”
If you really want my opinion… I like simply Lestat bc there is SO much more to him than being
☆*･゜ﾟ･*The Vampire Lestat*･゜ﾟ･*☆
… and that might help elevate it to be more than just another drop in the vampire genre that’s drenched our cultural stuff so much already.
BC I have issues and can’t stop myselfLestat is better than these alternative titles:
Welcome to the Madhouse (AKA Wherever Lestat is)
Doing the Thing, All Night Long, in Your Face: A Sensual Biography of Lestat de Lioncourt
Lestat de Lioncourt: Learning the Hard Way Since 1790
Lestat: No Really I Got This Trust Me
Lestat “Danger? I Laugh in the Face of Danger!” de Lioncourt
ooc: btw this is p random but i felt the need to voice my opinion so if you’re not interested feel free to ignore it!!
See, I’ve seen a lot of people complaining about Marius’ personality, not only here, but among good part of VC fans who I’ve came across in the past regarding his book Blood and Gold. I would like to point some things that I find important and that maybe would help you to have a second thought about it.
When I read Blood and Gold for the first time, I felt a slight emptiness, and that familiar feeling of disappointment in the pit of my stomach after knowing closely some of his choices and attitudes – and more than that; his true persona, after all. But after a while thinking about it, I realized that no matter how wrong he was by some of his choices, each one of them made who he truly is: selfish, yes, but compassionate, an artist, melancholic, and undoubtedly proud, but good and gentle at heart.
He is far from being perfect even though we enjoyed to believe that he was due to numerous descriptions we had of him in TVA, TVL, QOTD and Pandora. But he isn’t. He commits mistakes as everyone else, and if we were to compare him to Louis, Lestat and Armand, for example, judging by all the years that Marius is alive, I honestly don’t think his mistakes were so numerous. Some of them were intense, and most of them regrettable, yes, but I do not think that makes him a “bad character” or that he is any less of what Lestat, Pandora, Armand, etc, describe in their respective books.
Only because he was described by many as a “sage”, a “philosopher”, etc, it doesn’t change the fact that before he was turned, he was also a human. And Marius, in my opinion, is one of the most “human” vampires among the coven. His mistakes were in it’s majority also ridiculously human, being driven by the impulse of his emotions.
So I think that instead of focusing only on the bad things, you also should remember how wonderful his good side is. How loving, caring, compassionate, intelligent and cultured Marius is.
Marius was not the only one to commit mistakes. And it is good that he did because it’s a nice reminder that not even “immortal beings” are perfect, no matter how godlike they appear to be.
Therefore, my point is: instead of simply judging and saying that he is a shitty character because he was not what you thought he was, give it a second thought. No one is made only by their good sides, nor by their mistakes alone.
To like him or dislike him is personal, though. Yet, to say that his character sucks only because you don’t like it…. it’s hella stupid and makes me hella pissed.
Therefore, my point is: instead of simply judging and saying that he is a shitty character because he was not what you thought he was, give it a second thought. No one is made only by their good sides, nor by their mistakes alone.
more like adam and eve for new vc protags. i’d read the hell out of that.
I’ve fully just accepted that they’re a part of the VC universe but have managed to stay out of the way of the wacky bullshit that affects the rest of the VC characters (probably due to the powers bestowed on Tilda Swinton from being an alien goddess). But maybe one day they run across Louis and Lestat and become so incredibly grateful that they don’t spend time around these other vampires (even if Lestat and Adam talked about music for like 8 hours and Lestat told Louis for days afterwards that Adam was like him except better… but less pretty don’t be offended Louis)
^yep. We’ll ignore the physiological differences, in that OLLA vampires can stay awake during the day if they want to, but are more fragile when it comes to tainted blood. They also seem not to need as much.
Louis and Adam would totally bond over literature. Lestat and Eve (and/or Ava!) would go out to dive bars and rock out.
A night at Renaud’s when I was not in the Orchestra but spent the performance backstage, on the pretense of helping Lestat with his costume changes.
He had one particularly lengthy one, which included a bit of a break from the stage itself (Pantelone had an abusive scene with one of the Zanni, granting the lovers a reprieve).
Folded into the velvet curtains, his costume hanging upon the wall, Lestat had begun to remove his trousers when I caught him by the hip and spun us deeper into the curtains, his back against the wall. One hand cupping his ass, I remember kissing him as I took him in hand, his groan vibrating through my lips as our tongues fought each other.
We made hurried love in those curtains, and, though it was not the first time (nor would it be the last), as we finished and Lestat’s moment to return to the stage approached, I laced up his breeches and left a kiss on his hipbone. He pulled me up quickly and kissed me feverishly, his heart thrumming as it often was just before he went on, and I remember my breath hitching as he looked at me and paused. He should have already been onstage, he should have left seconds earlier—he was already late. But he paused, he looked at me, and his kissed me, again, softly this time. “I love you, do you know that?”
I remember that I couldn’t speak—the emotion was stupidly too much for me, my heart too full to answer him. He grinned as he placed his hat upon his head, cocking it at a foppish angle. “I do, you know. God, how I love you.” And he kissed me again as he hurried out of the wings.
I would be lying if I said that I never missed him. But the Lestat I miss is that young man, clad in my red velvet coat, making love to me in the wings of that claptrap little theatre.
