Don’t tell me you weren’t asking for this, ‘nonny, bc YOU TOTALLY WERE. I read between the lines.
Did u want this answered seriously? I spent an enormous amount of effort to answer it whimsically ^_____^
Lestat is an advanced level dancer and still learns new moves; he gets a thrill out of dancing solo or with others especially Louis when Lestat can grovel well enough for it. Lestat can breakdance like nobody else.
Armand danced as part of coven rituals, so his style was probably very animalistic, or religious, maybe “tribal” would be the best description. Later on, Daniel probably taught Armand how to dance at the clubs and bars they went to during their courtship, and that might have even bonded them more. Armand probably still incorporated the spirit of his coven-era dancing
As far as a DANCE-OFF, I doubt Armand would enter into such a battle, he would probably consider it juvenile. Armand doesn’t really feel the need to prove his standing in the current coven.
HOWEVER – if he DID decide to throw down, they would probably need an audience to decide the winner, bc their styles are so different that it would come down to crowd-pleasing rather than skill.
OMG you like it that much??!! It took a week whut i need to get some more content on here STAT. Thank u, much flattered *u* This collection I’ve accumulated is addictive, isn’t it?
crap u probably noticed how poor my tagging was wayyyy back in the wayback OH WELL
Mojo is unfortunately dead. I don’t remember it said explicitly in canon, but he was already an adult dog in ToBT (published in 1992, story taking place in 1986?), and here we are, 23 yrs later, so… one can assume he’s passed on.
“Humans live as long as they do to learn to love with all their heart. Dogs are born with this ability, and that’s why they don’t live as long.” [X]
There was a beautiful little chapter in a long!fic in which Lestat puts him down humanely ;A;
They’ve since gotten a new dog (in fanon). His name is Murphy, I believe. He will never replace Mojo, and he isn’t meant to. As any dog owner might agree, every dog has its own life and relationship with its family.
♛ Dear anon – this is a painful question… when I reflect on my own parenting, I have to compare myself to my father. Certain things were, unfortunately, passed down. Even as I tried to be the father he couldn’t be. Interestingly, he had told me little of our family’s origins, for his own reasons, and I had to hold back alot of similar information from my “children.” In my case, however, it was for their own safety. And sanity. Never made that comparison before.
Father’s Day as we know it didn’t exist when they were alive…
Of course, Claudia and I would have special occasions at the slightest excuse, so we did share many nights in celebration of our bond as father and daughter, with and without Louis’ involvement. There were some things he just wouldn’t do!
One such night might include riding out on horseback to the old plantation, she loved the closeness of being held tight to me, the rush of the speed of the animal. We would pretend it was a haunted house, and would hunt for ghosts. I might hire performers in different rooms to play out a story for her. She knew it was an act, but she loved it anyway.
Dinner together, of course. Watching her play with her food was always entertaining, especially when she would look back at me, see that I was proud of her, and then grin wide enough to show her beautiful little fangs!
When I reflect on my father, I see him as mostly an angry presence… it seemed that there was little I could offer him to earn his affection. Even when I provided well for our family (and I use the term “family” loosely here), the most I could ever get from him was a grunt of disappointment in how long it had taken me to do it. One couldn’t simply waltz into a supermarket and just pick up a few packs of prepared meats, I had to chase these things down! With tactics! And weapons!
When we were together at Pointe du Lac, my father had mellowed somewhat by age and infirmity, and we did spend some pleasant evenings together. His hands trembled when we played chess. Those same hands that had struck me countless times for the most minor infractions; it seemed my whole body was allergic to them, even in my altered state. He wanted the comfort of touch in his blindness… but I could only bear to hold his hands in mine a few times. Fortunately, Louis’ family was kind to him, and they brought out a side of him that I hadn’t seen before. He spent hours listening to Louis’ sister play the spinet. She had lost a father, he had never really had a daughter, I was grateful to her for whatever bond they formed between them.
TBH I think they sometimes DO try out jobs for fun, Undercover Boss-style. They also challenge each other to take on crappy/difficult jobs and see who can last the longest…
(Armand doesn’t like doing this bc ppl assume he’s one of the bosses’ kids or an intern. He deliberately spills coffee on their workstations for such offensive thoughts.)
Lestat’s diary entry: “Night 3 at Jamba Juice, Armand shows no sign of weakness. I MUST NOT QUIT BEFORE HE DOES”
For serious thoughts on Lestat’s choice of serious jobs, hit the jump.
Lestat is curious about a lot of modern jobs, many of which didn’t even exist in his mortal life, and has probably charmed his way into many, just to try them out. Here’s a list of jobs he might like, if he chose to work (and I use the term “work” very loosely with him):
Musician – of all possible jobs, I think he would be happiest going under a pseudonym, as a trust-fund baby, in a hipster-ish 80’s cover band… doing Bruce Springsteen, Bon Jovi, and the Vampire Lestat (tee hee!) hits. Often, he’d reinterpret/rearrange these songs based on the abilities of the other musicians in his band, and for a musical challenge. People comment on his resemblance to the “real” Lestat, and he’s always nonchalant on the surface, but in truth deeply flattered that they remember the “real” one at all ;A;
Antique or jewelry appraiser/ art curator – we know he is a lover of furniture and having lived through some of the eras (and with his enhanced senses) he would instantly know a fake from the real thing.
Fashion designer – a true clothes-horse and fabric- and trimmings-enthusiast! but would probably never touch a needle or sewing machine himself. He would probably be happiest at D & G or Versace, where glamour meets risque and/or comedy.
Advertising – He’s the Don Draper of vampires, no? He can sell anything to anyone. MIND GIFT.
Chocolatier – he may not be able to taste it, but he can smell it. He could employ tasters. He’d certainly go all-out with the packaging.
Writer/Illustrator– well, he already does this, but he should really have more of a presence at Comicon, no? He’s got a hidden drawing talent that even he doesn’t know about.
Driving instructor – probably not a good idea to take lessons from him on this, but I bet he would enjoy doing it, scaring the hell out of the student drivers and everyone else on the road!
Yoga instructor – He is flexible. He’d probably get alot out of seeing his students in spandex. Could he teach relaxation? Probably not.
Florist – Louis I brung u les fleurs! He does love flowers. ALOT.
French teacher – he wouldn’t suffer any plaisantins in his class repeatedly asking him to tell them the French word for “seal.” It’s le phoque, pronounced like, “leh fuck.” My poor French teacher from Belgium didn’t know American slang…
Manny – a male nanny. Very hip on the Upper West Side here in NY. Lestat does love kids. He is great with them, for the most part. Until they decide he doesn’t know how to parent and they try to assassinate him.
Private detective – he already uses his mind gift powers to hunt for bad guys, why not get paid for it, too? Difficulty level: Can’t eat the bad guys. Must turn over to law enforcement, no snacking on the job.
Translator – Difficulty level: actually translating what the speaker is saying/writing WITHOUT mischievously adding/subtracting anything and causing an international war through miscommunication!
“Canon” refers to what is explicitly stated in the books.
Such as: the fact that Lestat killed 8 wolves (”And the pack was eight wolves, not five as the villagers had told me.” (TVL)) on that fateful day, earning the “Wolfkiller” nickname.
“Headcanon” is what books/information you personally believe in, that in your mind have occurred in the series. For more on that, hit the jump.
This is partly bc some people most of us think that the VC went off the rails at a certain point, and they didn’t read, or they read and disagreed with, the events that occurred in some of the later books.
So, for example, someone who stops at Memnoch the Devil (#5) will not accept certain events or ships that occur after that book in the series.
This is where we employ #Your headcanon may vary, and #Ship and let ship.
If person A accepts all of the books in the series as their “headcanon,” that means that they believe in all of the events and ships that have been written.
If person B only believes in books 1-4 as their “headcanon,” that means that they believe in only the events and ships that occur up until that point. (People can skip around, they might accept books 1-3, 5, 6, and 8. Or maybe just 1-4. It all depends on your own imagination!)
If A and B want to RP as the same canon character X, that character will be different based on what X has experienced in canon. Person A’s portrayal may include information and characterization that Person B’s will not, and vice-versa.
That’s partly why people ask about your “headcanon,” to find out whether your muse would be compatible with theirs. After all, if they are RPing as character Y, who first appears in a book you do not accept as canon, then you might have to agree to compromise with them, and find a way to make it work, or you might not be able to RP your muses at all.
We also have a situation here where there are discrepancies between books, we have unreliable narrators who can’t be 100% trusted… such as the scene near the end of IWTV when Louis follows a young vampire to Lestat’s run-down house in NOLA, in which Lestat is crying like a little old lady:
“I could see the tears welling in his eyes; and only when his mouth was stretched in a strange smile of desperate happiness that was near to pain did I see the faint traces of the old scars. How baffling and awful it was, this smoothfaced, shimmering immortal man bent and rattled and whining like a crone.” – Louis,IWTV
Lestat calls bullshit on that moment:
“ ‘Ah, that makes you out to be a perfect liar,’ I said furiously. ‘You described my weeping in your miserable memoir in a scene which we both know did not take place!’ “ – Lestat, TOBT.
Wrath: a headcanon about your character and their anger management
ooc; Louis is super passive aggressive. He’s very pretentious and always tries to keep up this courteous image, so when he doesn’t like someone, he very rarely comes out with it. He’s more likely to just make subtle hints at the fact that he dislikes/is angry at someone, particularly with people he’s not super invested in.
He generally lets his anger exist on a slow simmer below the surface, but Lestat’s an exception. Lestat can work him up very fast, and while he’ll play the passive aggressive game with him as well (ie: responding to texts with just smiley faces or one-worded replies, ignoring him around the house), he also has no problem speaking his mind to him. He loves when Lestat asks him if he’s angry of if something is wrong, since it gives him an excuse to go off, if it’s a non-major issue. If it’s something he’s really peeved about, he has no issue skipping the passive aggression and just going for gold. Their fights can be really explosive.
He doesn’t get in a rage very often, but when he’s really angry, he’s very quiet, cold, and calculating. He will ruin you lol. Probably in a fire.
♠ Louis here. I felt that I should answer this myself, since it is a question for me. Could I share this day with Lestat? If not directly with him, could I give him half? It would seem a beautiful gift to share in either fashion.
I admit that I’m not wholly prepared to answer, to consider this at all… the fact that I have never considered it is because I would never want to raise such an impossible dream in my heart, only to be crushed by the reality that it can never be.
Regardless, I’ll give you what comes to mind anyway. Assuming I must keep such a miracle to myself, here’s a small glimpse of ideas of what I might do:
Sunrise/sunset: Too obvious? Oh well. It’s the truth. I’d witness it, and feel that unique pleasure of sunlight climbing up my bare skin, that warmth spreading, not as a warning, but a loving embrace. That same feeling in reverse, as it slipped away at the end of the day.
Swim in the ocean, somewhere tropical, perhaps, and feel the tickle of the fish around my body. Maybe take one of those aqueous cameras to capture the composition of the scenery myself, as a memento. I don’t imagine wearing any cumbersome swimwear in this scenario. Maybe just diving equipment (Lestat and I are excellent divers).
Food and drink: it could be a gastronomic adventure. I was never what you call a “foodie” now, but I have some dishes that I would love to experience again.
Crêpe Suzette, for breakfast. Fruits, apple juice, coffee. Black coffee, café au lait, jasmine green tea. Beignets from the Cafe du Monde. Gumbo (with alligator). Crawfish
étouffée.
Other drink: I wouldn’t want to become so drenched in liquor that it would limit my experience, so I would opt for a few classic mixed drinks, rather than my previous mortal fare of anything in large quantities. A few glasses of St. Germain 75. Or
Mezcal. Perhaps something I never got to try as a mortal,
Aszú
Tokay. I’ve been told it’s very syrupy, but it may go well with vanilla ice cream.
Dancing
Go listen to a string quartet or trio in a garden.
Ride through my old plantation on horseback.
I would try to take notes throughout, so that I might relive the experience on those nights when eternity seems the most dreary, and I strain to recall the way the light caught the luster of the wooden body of a cello, the way it filtered through the water on the scaled backs of the fish, or shone in the eye of a lady – or man – as I took their hand to dance, as that light receded below the horizon once more.
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