Most definitely not ink, but my pens need a break and I miss my pencil! But, there is ink there, so, technically, yes—inktober.
Louis and Lestat stargazing, because this one scene in Queen of the Damned as narrated by Lestat never fails to hurt me— it’s actually very easy to hurt me but:
“When [Louis] saw the stars, I felt him tense against me; his face was perfectly smooth and serene; and if he was weeping the wind was carrying it away. Whatever fear he’d felt was gone now, utterly; he was lost as he looked upward; as the dome of heaven came down around us, and the moon shone full on the endless thickening plain of whiteness below.”
“Not afraid of anything, it seemed. Just coming. And the thoughts absolutely impenetrable. That could mean one of the old ones, the very skilled ones, except the skilled ones would never crush the grass underfoot. This thing moved almost like a human. This vampire had been “made” by me.”
– The Vampire Lestat / Anne Rice
This is the most I can do for now, I’m busy (with my other inktober prompts and work and work and other work HAHHHAHAHA) but this mirrors my own response to Armand’s story. David, having to write all this down, probably suppressed many of his responses…
“And then he came forward out of the chair and took hold of me and held tight to me, and, despite myself, I took his hand. He bent down, pressing his head against my chest and holding my hand so tight that he caused me pain.” Interview With The Vampire, 1994
“Don’t do this, they’re innocent. Don’t kill them. Don’t.” No matter how loud I cried out I could hear the dying cries of the boys who burned, Amadeo, save us, whether there were words to the final terror or no. Finally all the living took up this chant. “Amadeo, save us!” but their band was not halved and soon only a fourth remained, squirming and struggling, as they were finally heaved up to the unspeakable death. […] I called their names. At the top of my lungs, I called out: “In Heaven, my brothers, in Heaven, you go into the arms of God!” – tVA p.273
InktoberVC Day 01 – Alternate Book Cover | Blood & Gold
oh, my lovely jewel. how i have loved you both in innocence and guilt. you don’t know how much i have lusted after you, both as monster and man. you don’t know how i’ve turned my hunger from you when it was something i could scarce control.
They took me to the home of the slender and beautiful courtesan, Bianca Solderini, a lithesome and incomparable charmer, with Botticelli-style wavy locks and almond shaped gray eyes and a generous and kindly wit. I was the fashion in her house whenever I wanted to be, among the young women and men there who spent hours reading poetry, talking of the foreign wars, which seemed endless, and of the latest painters and who would get what commission next. Bianca had a small, childlike voice which matched her girlish face and tiny nose. Her mouth was a mere budding rose. But she was clever, and indomitable. She turned away possessive lovers coldly; she preferred that her house be full of people at all hours. Anyone in proper dress, or carrying a sword, was admitted automatically. Almost no one but those who wanted to own her were ever turned away.
//The boys, obviously well behaved. Marius better be proud.
“Good was above all kind; it was to be gentle. It was to waste nothing. It was to paint, to read, to study, to listen.” ― Anne Rice, The Vampire Armand
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