I’ve always had a fondness for snow….except when encased in the fragile skin of a mortal. The cold and wet has always made me miserable. I remember struggling through it as a mortal when the wolves were bearing down on me. I remember how insidiously it would creep in around the windows at the castle or into the corridors, where it would settle in drifts and make us all huddle closer to our hearths. I remember those same drifts, filling up the kitchen in Jamestown. Laying in them as my lungs stung with each coughing fit. Thinking that I was going to die there.
But I also remember how sunlight looked on snow….how every crystal refracted the light and set the ground on fire! And how blue the hills looked on full moon nights. How every surface was carved in ice and glittering immediately after a storm…..the way the Earth slept beneath her downy blanket, a beauty waiting for Apollo’s kiss.
Winter is always there. When you are high enough in the atmosphere, that is where water turns to ice crystals and the air is thin. It simply waits for when it can return to embrace the ground again.
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I LOVE YOU AND YOUR BLOG SO MUCH!!!!!
MERCI BEAUCOUP!!!!! Come off Anon and say such lovely things to mah face!
You’re a wonderful person. 👻
Anon Asked the Right Questions
Anonymous:
(½) I was… not expecting such a response to my POTP question. I want to clarify first that I am grateful for your response. That I mean sincerely; I harbor no ill-will towards you, and nothing in this response is sarcastic. I’ve always had issue with anyone saying “People from X group are [negative remark here]” if I belong to said group. Thank you for reminding me that such statements can be general, rather than applying to everyone in said group. And I only knew about the fanfic thing –
(2/2) – and the fact that negative reviews of her work were brought up on her page; I didn’t know there were fans who attacked reviewers. The bullet point about the “Beauty’s Release” review sounds like she was being sincere that she didn’t want fans to attack the reviewer, and I don’t see any rabid rage in the comments, but I don’t doubt they did attack the reviewer in place(s) I didn’t see. I was completely unaware of the vast majority of what you included in your response. Sincerely, I thank you.
You are very welcome! What a gracious reply. Anon is referring to this post about the history of the People of the Page that I wrote (with the help of some fandom friends who did not want to be credited for obvious reasons) recently.
I’m very happy to answer questions when they are asked in a respectful manner, as this Anon did, and it’s even better when I have successfully convinced them of my point(s) let them draw their own conclusion(s) based on the information that I have, or what I can gather from the fandom at large who see/reblog-and-add-to my posts.
Heartfelt Thanks~*
…to all who saw that post and liked/reblogged, just to be supportive or to have that post available in case they needed to Explain Someone A Thing at some point. It touches me when you do that; it makes it worth the time and effort I put into gathering the facts and answering such delicate questions ^_______^
Happiest memory?
-sighs-
First of all, fuck you.
Second of all. Well.
It was summer. One of the more sweltering that I remember. We were at least a month into being truly lovers, not just friends, and he’d dragged me out into the hills in search of a stream. We each had a bottle of wine (or two?) and he was carrying bread, cheese, and cherries; I had my violin.
It took almost an hour to find it. Mon dieu, but it was so hot. The sort of hot that is like a curtain before you, like a wet blanket that covers your body. By the time we found the stream, we’d both stripped off our shirts, and I remember worrying my feet would have swollen in my boots.
We stripped off our clothing and immediately took to the water. Now, remember, these are cool mountain streams, even in summer. It was glorious. Bathing, drinking, splashing each other, wrestling. Then making love on the grass, our breath coming hard, our cries building until the little death, and then collapsing beside each other in happy, satisfied exhaustion.
We drank wine for hours and ate, the cherry juice staining our fingers and mouths, our lazy kisses a mixture of sweat and fruit. I remember almost weeping at the perfection of it, turning into his neck and burying my face there because I knew it wouldn’t last, that the sunlight and sweetness and poetry of it would end, as it always did.
Before we left, I remember he grabbed me ‘round the waist and kissed me, then pulled back and looked me in the eye. If you don’t know him, you can’t know how penetrating, how soul-piercing that gaze can be–he loves with perfect trust, and it’s absolutely terrifying.
“I love you. I will always love you.”
The real horror is that I believed him. Utterly.
OH MY DEAR LORD WHY WOULD U DO THIS!!! #RIGHT IN THE FEELS
All I can do is sit here with my mouth open, going “Oh!”
Beautiful, indissectable (not a real word, but in this context, I mean that I am unable to dissect this down to its parts).
BONUS POINTS for never mentioning a name, and not needing to!
This is the kind of memory that would best explain where their pain as a ship truly comes from. Even more sad is that Lestat was so naive to say such a thing, but it sounds perfectly in character. Maybe by saying it, he thought it could be made truth ;A;
That soul-piercing gaze – yes… that’s the Lestat I fell in love with in canon, the one Nicolas fell for, the searing real Lestat stripped of his masks that anyone who falls for the real Lestat falls for, too ❤
☤ why would you even go to a hospital?? Also have u had blood from a blood bag and is it the same as fresh? Can u microwave it or does it get all yucky and congealey?
☤:the last time my muse went to the hospital and why
First of all, I would never drink blood from a blood bag. It is not fresh. That, my friends, no matter how the hospitals may spin it for you mortals, is dead blood. And I’m not drinking dead blood. Not on your goddamn life. I’ve done it once or twice in my immortality–and that was one or two times far too many.
You need to understand that dead blood… It’s like if someone gave you rotten vegetables, I suppose, or meat that has almost turned. Sure, you can find a way to eat it, and sure, you probably won’t die–you may get a stomach ache, or feel nauseous–and sure, it will keep you alive. But it isn’t going to be a pleasant experience.
But the last time I was at the hospital?
Last Tuesday, actually. The young woman who lives down the block from us collapsed on her bike outside at approx. 3am–since we were sitting on the balcony, we heard and saw it happen. Taking her there myself was far faster than calling the paramedics, so that was what I did.
If you feel the urge to call me ‘hero,’ I won’t object.
-smile-
Fuck, marry, kiss: the Venetian Threesome; Marius, Armand, and Bianca?
FUCK, MARRY, KISS. SEND ME 3 NAMES.
Fuck: Oh, mon Dieu. Do I have to pick one? Bianca.
Marry: Marius. But that’s very, very messed up–just so we’re clear.
Kiss: Armand. With a chair. To his face.
Okay, Clawdia is definitely in my top three right now! And even my mom thinks it’s awesome!
!! Awww! I offer it bc I had wanted to name my cat that name ages ago, and lost, my two little brothers outvoted me, so we had “Miss Kitty.”
^like Louis, Miss Kitty was devastatingly good at all card- and strategy-related games, lol. Looks like she’s got a railroad and an orange property there. Probably going easy on us at first, letting us all think we have chance against her, pffffft.
She was a 13th birthday present for ME, one would think I should get to choose her name! Miss Kitty. Uncreative. But it did suit her, she was too gentle, very classy, such a lady. Definitely did not have the spice in her to be a real Clawdia ;] Later on, living on my own, I adopted an adult cat already named Celeste, and of course I was pleased because Theatre des Vampires! She was a stronger personality, my Celeste. She set the tone, and she destroyed a lot of offending glassware.
Did you know that the Romans used lead in their food? Also in cups, bowls, and for various other things. Not only was it highly poisonous but it caused hallucinations and (tehe) sexual arousal. Perhaps Marius could go into more detail?
While I appreciate your historical attention to detail, I’m afraid this doesn’t really apply to me, my dear.
What a strange question to ask our dear Lestat. My great city existed well before even his ancestors were conceived, and thus I doubt he would be a very knowledgeable fount on this subject.
The people of Rome knew that lead must be dangerous, as we were not blind to the ailments that seemed to follow those who worked in casting lead. They breathed in the caustic fumes and were left pallid and sickly, and from this we gathered that lead must be rather unwholesome.
Although lead was widely accepted as a dangerous metal, many still believed it to be necessary in some aspects. It was used to line aqueducts and fashioned into pipes–nevermind that clay pipes were entirely more sought after, even by those such as myself who were rich enough to afford otherwise. Medicines and cosmetics as well were made of great quantities of lead, despite the wide belief that it should not be ingested directly if at all possible. Some greats such as Pliny and Columella argued that in leaden vessels was the only way to prepare Defrutum, a sweet syrup used to make products such as wine more desirable.
Many attest that a rise in lead poisoning stemming from the Roman’s love for wine was perhaps a cause of the empire’s decline, though there is little evidence to support this. It is true that lead poisoning would have greatly impacted the sperm count of adult males, or the ability to carry a child in females, and even would have been fatal to the children themselves–as wine was the predominant drink for all citizens, regardless of age–but this means very little when you realize the people of Rome had no interest in rearing children, or even marriage. In fact, it came to a point where the people were so focused on a childless state, that Agustus himself attempted to intervene, much to no avail.
As for the sexual arousal, I can only speak from personal experience. My sex drive was what I assume to be average for a man my age. I sought a wife early on, I sought to make love, and I sought to be loved. I never happened upon any urges that were out of the ordinary, or struggled with a drive for physical contact more mighty than I could handle–though, some of those who read Armand’s poor account of Venice may greatly disagree. Of course, by then my need for mortal sexual intercourse had long been dead, and I base my words solely on the desire for something greater: the sharing of immortal blood.
*mic drop*
I would love your thoughts on something that has bugged me since PL. IwtV mentions many times Louis’ wealth & business success. Do you think that Louis is still independently wealthy and not just living with rich companions? I’ve always headcanoned that Louis was fabulously rich, but chose to live a more ascetic life. Thanks for ur awesome answers!
*~Loui$ i$ fABULOU$ly RiCH~*
[blingee merciful-death, fanart garama]
Yes, Louis is living with Armand & Co. in a brownstone in NYC, in PL. We don’t know if he’s visiting, or that’s his main residence, but everybody knows his real home is the flat in NOLA on Rue Freakin’ Royale and nobody can tell me otherwise.
In other books, Louis is described as living in various little shacks, with hardly anything but a desk and stacks of books. An ascetic life indeed, because he prefers to live through the books he reads, or go out and experience the world itself. He doesn’t seem to need souvenirs of places he’s been, or have the same nesting instincts that Lestat has always had; Louis doesn’t need velvet drapes and Italian silk couches. Lestat needs these things bc deep down he’s still that borderline-poverty-stricken young actor who had to sleep on lumpy pallets in a drafty little apartment in Paris ;A; With his wealth, he tries to create a sanctuary where he lives. He wants what he never had in mortal life.
Louis is rich bc he was a plantation owner and owned property in NOLA. He was careful with banking and originally thought Lestat chose him for his money. AS IF! Although Pointe du Lac plantation burned down ;A; Louis had probably been investing profits from the plantation for years, he was running it for awhile before Lestat showed up and it all went to shit real fast.
Louis is also a talented gambler, nobody can match his poker face, he has a knack for cards, and can win huge sums to invest.
Louis also loves books, and probably is in the vintage book business.
Louis also probably gets money from Lestat, if he needs it.
I-want-my-IWTV 