Once you taste this, you’ll never go to another tavern again get it? she was gonna poison them she is an evildoer so don’t feel bad for her ok bye.
oh my god she was going to poison them?????
Well in TVL, Lestat talks about how he chooses his victims:
“When [Louis] says I played with innocent strangers, befriending them and then killing them, how was he to know that I hunted almost exclusively among the gamblers, the thieves, and the killers, being more faithful to my unspoken vow to kill the evildoer than even I had hoped I would be? …The whores I feasted upon in front of Louis once, to spite him, had drugged and robbed many a seaman who was never seen alive again.”
So he’s referring specifically to the ones he kills later, but this victim’s line, it seems to me, is implication that she intends to kill them, hence, they’ll “never go to another tavern again.”
Unless she’s really that confident about her tavern’s liquor, in which case, she means they’ll ONLY go to her tavern from now on! But I doubt that, in the context of Lestat’s ability to read minds and his usual aim for evildoers.
“Then kill me!” he answered. “I wish that you would. But don’t kill human beings! Don’t interfere with them. Even if they kill each other! Give them time to see this new vision realized; give the cities of the West, corrupt as they may be, time to take their ideals to a suffering and blighted world.” – Louis de Pointe du Lac, Queen of the Damned
I kept glancing at him and away from him, as if his green eyes were hurting me. In modern parlance he was a laser beam. Deadly and delicate he seemed. His victims had always loved him. And I had always loved him, hadn’t I, no matter what happened, and how strong could love grow if you had eternity to nourish it, and it took only these few moments in time to renew its momentum, its heat?
The Queen of the Damned (1988)
Stupidly I stared at him. How perfect he seemed to me as he stood there waiting with such kindness and such patience. And then, like a fool, I came out with it. “Do you love me now?” I asked. He smiled; oh, it was excruciating to see his face soften and brighten simultaneously when he smiled. “Yes,” he said.
Prince Lestat (2014)
I kissed him. I pressed my lips to his and I held this kiss for a long silent moment. And then I gave in to a silent wave of feeling, and I took him in my arms. I held him tight against me. I felt his unmistakable silken skin, his soft shining black hair. I heard the blood throbbing in him, and time dissolved, and it seemed I was in some old and secret place, some warm tropical grotto we’d once shared, ours alone in some way, with the scent of sweet olive blossoms and the whisper of moist breeze. “I love you,” I whispered. In a low intimate voice, he answered: “My heart is yours.”
louis + lestat. die young. love forever.
@hyperbeeb: “Now matter how hard you ship Louis and Lestat you will never ship Louis and Lestat as hard as Lestat does.” [X]
“…when I was twelve, and the old parish priest, who had taught me some poetry by rote and to read an anthem or two in Latin, wanted to send me to school at the nearby monastery.
My father said no, that I could learn all I needed in my own house…
My father was angry and reminded [my mother] that if this had happened before he went blind, his will would have prevailed surely. My brothers assured him that his youngest son wouldn’t be gone long. I’d come running home as soon as I was made to do something I didn’t want to do.
Well, I didn’t come running home. I loved the monastery school.
…Within a month I declared my vocation. I wanted to enter the order… frankly I thought my father would be glad to be rid of me.
But three days later my brothers arrived to take me home with them. I cried and begged to stay, but there was nothing the Father Superior could do.” – The Vampire Lestat
A memorable scene of Lestat finding piles of blond haired corpses in Magnus’ tower. Bodies were collected from various 19th century French paintings and arranged into an almost ornamental composition. The main source of inspiration being of course Gericault (The Raft of Medusa and studies). As in his works, the drawing explores the fragility of human body and the limits of human desperation when it comes to surviving.
“In a deep prison cell lay a heap of corpses in all states of decay, the bones and rotted flesh crawling with worms and insects. Rats ran from the light of the torch, brushing past my legs as they made for the stairs. And my nausea became a knot in my throat. The stench suffocated me.
But I couldn’t stop staring at these bodies. There was something important here, something terribly important, to be realized. And it came to me suddenly that all these dead victims had been men – their boots and ragged clothing gave evidence of that – and every single one of them had yellow hair, very much like my own hair. The few who had features left appeared to be young men, tall, slight of build. And the most recent occupant here – the wet and reeking corpse that lay with its arms outstretched through the bars – so resembled me that he might have been a brother.”– The Vampire Lestat
#one of my fave scenes of course #bc i am gross apparently #is when Lestat sees this horror and tosses his cookies and then
#well #eats the tossed cookies again bc 5 second rule right?
Did that scene ever happen? Was that another one of Armand’s lies? It doesn’t matter. I wanted to explore the classical motive of David with Goliath’s head, here inevitably twisted, losing its victorious aspect, leaving only the figure of a young boy, holding a severed head.
I hope to God that this story was just something that Armand made up; somehow trying to intimidate the others, displaying the cruelty he could be capable of. This whole section though had me enthralled, the middle section of TVA was some of Rice’s best writing in my opinion, and the image of this–the Botticelli cherub, dressed in dusty and outdated but once opulent 18th century clothing, beneath the Paris streets, the stench of rot, old graves, and the filth of the city permeating through the earth, in a dark room lit by greasy tapers of tallow candles, hacking apart the body of this thing, this abomination as he sees her, this obstacle to his newest fascination, that of Louis, and he will demolish her, just as the hands were removed from the violinist in a mad attempt to reach Lestat again, this devil with an angel’s face capable of Lucifer’s cruelty–its a world of obscenity for its beauty, sublime in its composition of a clash of ideals, and shows like two unlikely titans of evil within the series as the most innocent in the face.
As always, perfectly captured by the wonderful @sheepskeleton
“I tried to grant her fondest wish, that she should have the body of a woman, a fit shape for the tragic dimension of her soul.
I’ve been working my ass off in school, pulling 19 hour days and I’m exhausted and in need of a pick-me-up. This may sound selfish but I’d love for you to post your favorite vampire chronicles headcanons here, cute things in the books that delighted you and made you happy, quotes, facts, love between characters.
Fill this post full of why VC is important to you. Your ideas, stories, ideas, headcanons, facts about the characters we all love.
Doing this would give me something to look forward to at the end of a very long day.
@i-want-my-iwtv
Would you mind passing this along?
A pick me up for a fellow queen of the night.
Aw noes, sounds like you’ve gotta fever, and the only prescription is: a fresh infusion of VC Feels. Not selfish at all ;]
Passing this along, as per request. My headcanons, fave quotes, stories, etc. would fill BOOKS so I’ll leave these tags here for now, I’ll try to reblog this with some more specific things later.
I’m rereading TOBT now, tho, and one thing that pops immediately to mind is this line from Lestat’s narration, upon realizing his victim, that he’s been salivating over for a long time, is not really a cunning evildoer mastermind (i.e. a fancy cut of steak for him) but a blubbering barely-functioning mental case (i.e. an old fast-food cheeseburger w/ wilted lettuce):
“Yeah, look at him, this dirty, stinking, lumbering killer. Men in prison get better chow than this.”
(^italics added for emphasis bc that’s how I read it in my mind)
That’s the old Lestat brand of sass!
LOOK AT THIS is this not Lestat and Nicolas? (okay well that dude doesn’t really look like how I imagine Nicolas, but Cary Elwes as Lestat YES PLZ) From the movie Another Country. [gif sauce]
Aaaaand of course baby!Lestat loved animals bc of course he did and still does:
It’s Armand and it’s actually canonand one of my favorite parts to visualize in QotD(although it’s honky-tonk not ragtime, but their styles are related) I mean, just imagine Daniel waking up to that, looking completely DONE.
Queen of the Damned, page 88
It’s update time! You were right
@i-want-my-iwtv in your assumption that Lestat would love it.
Now go ahead and imagine them dancing to these tunes.
#IT GOT BETTER
Thanks for the update, @luthi69! If anyone is in a bad mood, just TRY and keep that mood with this bouncy happy music on, JUST TRY.
And now I AM imagining Lestat, Daniel, and Armand paying a jazz band to play this all night at a club in NOLA, dancing to it w/ people and having such a good time ❤
I-want-my-IWTV 