We shared secrets—dark and horrid things she kept even from him. She was ever my evil twin when she slipped her little hand into mine. I believe in those joined atrocities she found the ultimate reason and strength to raise the knife to my throat and slash it, one demon to another.
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Envy
//(again, I was going to write drabble responses to these but muse = deadsville for now)
Secretly, there will always be a part of Gabrielle that wishes she was not a mother. That, in gaining immortality, she could have lost that title and all of the responsibilities (even if they need only be attended to every few years) that drag behind it. She would prefer to walk the earth never needed, never desired out of need or love, and with no allegiance to anyone beyond herself.
She hates herself as much as Lestat for that need, as she cannot stop herself from loving him, from coming (eventually) when he calls, and from rushing to his side when he is in danger or wounded.
But nothing would make her happier than for that need to be severed, on both their ends.
And nothing would break her heart more.
#Right in the Feels
The Judgment of Solomon a la V.C.
There are so many subtle religious references with Nicolas. I’ll give you an example, in the bible, we have the story entitled “The Judgement of Solomon”. For those of you who are unfamiliar with the story, it goes a little something like this (copy pasted from wikipedia bc I’m lazy. Sue me.):
Two young women who lived in the same house and who both had an infant son came to Solomon for a judgment. One of the women claimed that the other, after accidentally smothering her own son while sleeping, had exchanged the two children to make it appear that the living child was hers. The other woman denied this and so both women claimed to be the mother of the living son and said that the dead boy belonged to the other.After some deliberation, King Solomon called for a sword to be brought before him. He declared that there was only one fair solution: the live son must be split in two, each woman receiving half of the child. Upon hearing this terrible verdict, the boy’s true mother cried out, “Oh Lord, give the baby to her, just don’t kill him!” The liar, in her bitter jealousy, exclaimed, “It shall be neither mine nor yours—divide it!”
The king declared the first mother as the true mother, as a true, loving mother would rather surrender her baby to another than hurt him, and gave her the baby. King Solomon’s judgment became known throughout all of Israel and was considered an example of profound wisdom.
And so, I’ve been thinking a lot lately how in the books Nicolas is constantly telling Lestat he has a light inside of him. This is true, and Nicolas has one inside of him as well, though he is blind to it. In fact, Lestat and Nicolas are almost the same person, near reflections of one another. And I can’t help but feel that the conflict between them is the light and who has it. Nicolas, the cynic of the two ultimately forfeits his life. And I truly believe in my heart of hearts that this was an act of love. Now, I’m not saying Lestat was in any way comparable to the bitter jealous woman in the story, I’m just saying the story is of love and sacrifice. And Nicolas, loving Lestat so much — even through his madness and cynicism — gave his own life so that Lestat could grow and flourish as a vampire; the same way the true mother forfeited her rights to her child to prevent it from facing death.
Then again, I could just be stretching it a bit, but idk. I just feel like the stories are in the same vein. And, I apologise because Nicolas is not dead. The ‘forfeiting of life’ is simply a metaphor and cannot hurt him. He merely claimed to be dead, okay?
#damn you and your perfect headcanon perfection.
Nicki and Lestat are essentially the same person, with the same wants and desires. They want purpose and love. But Nicki is too down and cynical to believe in himself enough to accomplish anything. Or feel accomplished about anything. And then they also differ because Lestat is more independent….
#Right in the Feels
Nobody listened to the rules. It clearly said URLS. Plural. Here’s a few for you to work on: mine is a given obviously, primusdux, lestattheonetruepope, asavagegardenindeed, and iam-yourqueen. ALSO. This applies to your answers: ◎.
Send me URLs and I'll talk about themPut ◎ in my ask. My muse will answer any question you ask them. Even if it's secret.devilsviolinistNicolas baffles me. I have no qualms with him nor a particular interest in him. It bothers me that he seems to view me as his replacement and insists on fighting me constantly. I do not care that Lestat loves him—Lestat loves many. I feel as though if he were to let go of his bitterness we might become friends.
ooc; Yeah, I dunno where to start. You mean a ton to me and have very quickly become an important person in my life. I always enjoy our conversations and look forward to talking to you. I feel like I can be myself around you without being judged and it means more than you or anyone else could possibly imagine. I feel a sense of belonging with you and that’s something I rarely feel with people. You’re a genuinely good person who cares deeply for others and you try to bring people together. And you’re super honest, which also means a whole lot to me. I WORRY THIS WILL COME OFF CLINGY OR CREEPY LOL. I’m really looking forward to New Orleans with you and everyone in the fall.
primusduxAh.
I do not know where to begin.
I love and loathe Lestat. I suppose I should say that he became the world for me in my twenty-fifth year, that I loved him the moment he appeared at my bedside. I spent the next sixty-some years fighting that emotion, arguing with him yet submitting more often than I’d preferred. Six decades and I had not come to terms with my own feelings for him, of which I hated. I despised all that he hid from me, the knowledge withheld, and yet as I have stated before, his charm is overwhelming. It took the littlest action to have me in his arms.
I believed for many years that he had perished by my hand in the theatre. Armand, ever eager to have me, lead me to believe such and I never questioned—humorous, because I did nothing but press Lestat with my curiosities. A combination of Lestat’s demise (in my mind) along with Claudia’s left me detached, and for a century, I merely existed, wandering about the world with Armand beside me, and then alone.
Lestat’s music roused me, and upon seeing him once more, I felt as though I had resumed living. And yet the two decades following were more difficult than not.
I worry for him constantly.
ooc; BAE. ouo The mun is A+, super nice, idk just really awesome. She’s a super talented writer and I love all of her accounts so much. I JUST WISH SHE WASN’T SO BUSY SO WE COULD CHAT MORE. >:c
lestattheonetruepopeNon.
asavagegardenindeedooc; YEAH LOUIS ALREADY ANSWERED LESTAT, SO. But yes, the mun seems like a sweetheart and I’d love to interact with them more! ❤
Akasha with Lestat in a nutshell.
VC fanart
merciful-death: #Yes#Yes Lestat#She was quite insane#It is unfortunate you could never detect that fact#I told you to not go forward with that concert#I told you it was a ridiculous idea#Had you simply canceled the affair and left with me I would assume the return of your crazy ex-girlfriend would not have happened#But I suppose you are easily manipulated#I loathe that she created such an immense imbalance within yourself for multiple decades#It is her fault that you went into the sun#It is her fault that you traded bodies with a pathological thief#It is her fault that you began to see images of Satan#It is her fault that you were catatonic for five years#It is her fault that…all of the events you chronicled in your last novel that I can barely stomach#She dragged you into her own insanity#I fear she will pull you back again#I would kill her if I could#There are few things that would give me as much satisfaction as ripping her heart out and smashing it beneath my foot#I would set fire to the corpse#It would be highly enjoyable#But I fear that would break you#I would have to do it in secret#You could never know of it#Mon Dieu
Truth serum: what is you favorite physical feature on Lestat
TRUTH SERUM!
For the next 5 hours, my muse cannot lie about a n y t h i n g.His mouth.
As he himself has described, it is impossibly expressive. It is certainly true that his emotions can be seen in his ever-changing eyes as well, but it is his mouth that he molds so perfectly to his mood.
His smile can charm any man or woman he encounters—myself included—giving him this image of some suave youth that’s holding a mystery you cannot quite grasp, yet so entirely desire. He needs not employ the Mind Gift on any of his victims of the little drink; all that is required is his smile.
Lestat pouts when he is upset or simply wishing to achieve something. He is well aware of how I cannot bare that ridiculously childish look upon his face. When he cannot win me over with that “shit eating grin,” as it would be called, he will pout. I am ultimately a “sucker” for it. I will disregard whatever previously held my attention with a sigh of exasperation before giving him that attention.
When irritated, he will set his lips in the finest line. An argument can be predicted by that stillness.
He can look quite intimidating when angered, which is another matter that he has written of himself. But it is not simply his “generous mouth” which gives that impression, of course. His entire face morphs into a look of rage. It is rare that even I encounter it; we’ve only had such intense fights a handful of times throughout our history.
Ah, but a description would be incomplete without noting all that his mouth is capable of as well. While his grins and pouts might throw me into submission, the way his lips work upon my skin win me over to him completely, of which he is also utterly aware. He will kiss behind my ears, trail down to my neck, whispering this and that all the way. We will share a kiss between one another, sometimes rough, other times slow and passionate, and it is in those moments that I can do nothing but give myself over to him. I ponder then if eternity could be comprised only of his lips upon my every inch of skin.
I can hardly blame those many that fall in love with him. He is, unfortunately, irresistible at times. A true Casanova, Lestat is.
what was the most romantic night of your existence
This took me a while because there have been a few romantic nights that stick out to me, but I think above all of them I would have to choose the second night of my second week in Paris with Lestat. We were already pinched for money and my E string had broken — not to mention the fact that we had only enough money for one meal that day and decided not to eat until just before bed. So, Lestat had left to go grab us something to eat before all the shops had closed; I stayed behind because I was in a mood and sulking. But this particular night he took longer than usual, and I became rather irritated. I wondered if he had become distracted by something and not made it to the bakery in time to buy us some bread, at least… and I was anticipating an argument upon his return. But, when he did return, just as I was about to start off on some lecture to chastise him, he presented me not only with bread but also a new string for my violin. Turns out he had spent a lot of time haggling with the baker because he had spent the majority of our funds on a new string for me, to cheer me up. And, I think that was possibly the first real time someone had done something nice… just for me, for Nicolas. And even if it’s not terribly romantic, or anything steamy, it means a lot to me. And yes, for the lot of you still wondering if any kissing or things of the like took place after that.. Yes. But, that’s all you need to know.
What are some of your kinks that make you weak in the knees?
I am quickly going to divert my thoughts from this, lest I think of the pleasure a single breath against my ear gives me, or of—ah, no, I am not going to make such things public. I am now thinking of candles.
what is the one form of physical affection that Lestat does for you that really makes you melt, (OTHER THAN him not talking, you’ve been very clear about that)? And what’s his favorite thing from you (OTHER THAN you not talking)?
Since it's Sexual Sunday let's talk about sex. Send me asks and my Muse will answer truthfully.Ah, Lestat. He knows every way to gain my surrender, often to my irritation. He’s well aware of how I cannot resist his kisses to my neck, the small nips to my ears. His mouth on my wrist is also impossible to stand, and how he can tease me! He adores admissions that I am enjoying his ministrations.
What his favorite “thing” from me is would be an answer for him to give. I would venture to say that my anger is one of his favorites.
I would venture to say that my anger is one of his favorites.
omg i love this.
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