Her favourite gift that Lestat had given her was not, as he might hope, the cellular mobile phone with which she might communicate with him. She carried that little device purely so that he would not rail at her upon her infrequent returns to him.
No, it was instead the gift he’d give to her for her birthday (or was it Christmas?) in 2012: the Olympus OM-D camera.
With this she had begun to document her travels, to capture images of parts of the world no mortal had ever seen. She took photo after photo, enchanted by the way in which the camera could capture light, even in darkness, and by its ability to also capture her own visage and form at play within her locales.
Perhaps it was a boon to Lestat, too—she sent him emails and books filled with photos now—not often, no, but enough that her communication with him became what he might even call constant.
Sometimes she might send a photograph of herself behind the curtain of a waterfall, taken carefully at night with the use of the quick shutter and the artful little timer. Sometimes it was the animals she encountered in the canopies of trees.
But her favourite way to tease him was to send images taken with the camera in hand, turned towards herself, whatever location she’d found herself in behind her. She might, if he was lucky, offer a small smile. He had told her that these were called “selfies,” in this modern day, a type of self-portrait. Though she failed to see the allure, she knew it tickled him to receive them.
The women in the Vampire Chronicles are so alpha though, like think about it, the guys all sit around crying and writing in their diaries and the women go around blowing shit up and killing motherfuckers with their bare hands, like they are consistently the harder, stronger, more aggressive members of the species
Akasha, Maharet, Mekare, Gabrielle, who fucks with that
ooc; Thank you. I appreciate this message a ton. I honestly hate it when I see people that feel left out and try to be there for everyone. As i-want-my-iwtv has said, there’s enough of a divide with the “People of the Page” and the rest of the fandom. No need for any more cracks. It’s too hard to have tensions. It’s much easier to let bygones be bygones, get along and just be kind to one another.
I started this thing when I was twelve or thirteen that I challenge myself to make at least one person laugh a day, because then I know that even for an instant, I’ve brought someone some joy. That’s what makes life worth living.
(I feel like I should answer privately but my Lestatuesque ego demands that I publish this.)(I’m also sorta turning it into a Masterpost for easy linking to some of my major VC goodies)(which makes it more socially acceptable)
*u* You just made my day! I think we are going to need to be friends, madmenandmayhem. I LOVE BEING STALKED in this way, just ask somnambulisticdecay, one of my other admitted stalkers ;]
Basically the point of this blog is to archive and share:
❝Lestat, not a bad friend to have, and one for whom I would lay down my immortal life, one for whose love and companionship I have ofttimes begged, one whom I find maddening and fascinating and intolerably annoying, one without whom I cannot exist.❞
Perhaps the most notable of us all. Lestat de Lioncourt, once an actor in the French theater and former American rock superstar. He came to me a just orphaned fledgling in the late 1700's, clad in red velvet and rich silks and he strutted over the dank Parisian cemetery Les Innocents that I resided in, wherein I commanded my dying coven of satanic worshipers. He destroyed what I had there with his enlightenment, but he also saved me and brought me back into this world. But Lestat left Paris to see the world, and left me to come into command of the very theater he once played in, one which was recreated as a safe haven of Our Kind: Theatre Des Vampires. Our tale sours further almost a century later when he returned to me and told me of the deception of his two fledgings, Louis and Claudia. I offered a remedy for his pain, a fair trial, but perhaps wounded him more then. The last time I would see him before he slept beneath the earth would be briefly in America in the early 1900's until once again he would awake to raise hell as the one hit wonder of the 1980's and along with him bring the destruction of our very kind by the side of Akasha. Our time together did not stop after that apocalyptic event, whereas I often trailed after him until the defining moment he chose to go to a man called Memnoch, the Devil incarnate who showed him God and the Christ himself. It would be two years before I would see him again, rising out of a coma in a old chapel. I cannot say our paths have crossed in a more positive or more negative way, only that each meeting has been of great importance in our lives. He is perhaps the closest thing to a brother and lover I could ever dare to have, for I hate him and love him all the same and could not live in this modern world if he were not in it. Ultimately, I begrudingly say, he remains dear to me now even when I loathe his very presence. Lestat, my dark brother.
CLAUDIA
He belongs with those reptiles,
Louis. He deserved to die.
LOUIS
Then maybe so do we. Every night of
our lives. He was my brother. My
maker. He gave me this life,
whatever it is.
CLAUDIA
I did it for us, Louis. So we could
be free.
He stands there, saying nothing.
CLAUDIA
Louis, look at me.
LOUIS
(bitterly)
I can't. Go away from me.
Claudia is shocked to her core. She steps back. Louis
stares at the rippling waters. Gradually the movement
of alligators stops. Then he hears a sound he hasn't
heard in years. Soft, choking. He turns, sees Claudia
sitting by a cypress tree, like a little girl for the
first time in years. She is weeping copiously.
LOUIS
Claudia - You're crying -
We see her face, tears of blood running down it. She is
heartbroken, lost.
CLAUDIA
You never talked to me like that -
in all these years.
LOUIS
And you never cried -
CLAUDIA
I can't bear it when you do - I
would die rather than lose you
Louis. I would die the way he died.
Louis gathers her in his arms.
LOUIS
Hush, Claudia, hush now my dear -
CLAUDIA
Tell me you don't hate me Louis. I
did it for you -
Louis walks her towards the carriage.
LOUIS
I love you Claudia. Always. And we
are free now, Claudia. No Lestat.
Just the two of us, beginning the
great adventure of our lives.
“I love you still, that’s the torment of it. Lestat I never loved. But you! The measure of my hatred is that love. They are the same! Do you know now how much I hate you!”
also, omg that username! the-oscar-of-leonardo-dicaprio!
No u don’t understand Armand is so touchy over Marius because of the whole Sybelle and Benji thing and it just draws up 500 years of abandonment and having to realize that what Marius and him once had was not a relationship and what happened since that night he brought him home from the brothels can never be fixed and trying to bestow him with “gifts” to woo Armand back into it only broke that tender last straw. Sybelle and Benji were not Armand’s Bianca and Riccardo 2.0 They were his saviors and he merely wanted to see them grow, not be stuck like he was or be strung along like he did Daniel and Marius foiled that. But lord is Armand trying. Keeping his distance but trying with Marius.)
// Ooooo gurl Armand and Marius need to have some words.
I-want-my-IWTV 
