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So, David is an oreo right? You know, white inside and black outside.

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I’m pretty sure that’s a derogatory term, Anon. *tsk tsk* 

True, the ethnic appearance of that body certainly drew Lestat’s interest from the beginning, and now it holds a caucasian’s soul inside. 

For what it’s worth, the first time that body is described (I did a quick search so this may not be the first time, oh well), the skin color isn’t even mentioned:

“Yes, there stood the same tall, powerfully built body, and the hair was the same thick, wavy brown hair…How his large brown eyes glittered. And what shining teeth he had.” – Tale of the Body Thief

Anyway I don’t have time to go find more quotes describing that body’s appearance but you get the idea. 

David Talbot probably had/has difficulty adjusting to the racial reactions he gets from this adopted ethnicity. It was hard enough adjusting to being young again. The looks an old white man gets are certainly not the looks a young – did we ever find out his actual ethnicity? I can’t remember – ethnic man gets. 

He turned as I entered the room, and I took him in my arms. With him, I could give vent to the affection I’d held so severely in check with Merrick. I held him to myself and kissed him as men might do with other men when they are alone. I kissed his dark black hair and kissed his eyes, and then I kissed his lips.

David Talbot, Merrick
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unionthesalmon:

I’ve been thinking about the Body Thief a lot lately and laughing like a maniac

Bonus: 

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viaticumforthemarquise:

epicureanmarius:

everlastingporcelain hat auf deinen Eintrag geantwortet “do you think that, after so many books by the Coven of the Articulate,…”

yep

viaticumforthemarquise replied to your post: do you think that, after so many books by the Coven of the Articulate, some Talamasca Members started shipping the vampires? 

//100% yes. This is the beginning of half of their trouble. Just think, if you could meet your OTP, what might happen?

Just imagine 30 pages of elaborate essays on why one pairing is more canon than another with hundreds of references throughout the different books 

//OMG No stop, that’s hilarious. Because I’m pretty sure you are correct. They probably have whole sections of the vampire division dedicated to all of this. Long charts of who has fucked who over the centuries…

SPOILER: all lines just lead to Lestat. 

SPOILER: all lines just lead to Lestat. 

^True facts.

And how psyched was David to get added to that tracking document?! He would never admit to it but you know, deep down, he fangirled over himself/Lestat. At some point. Probably. 

Today is no hate tuesday…

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redbloodedbrit:

David is going to spread a bit of love around the fandom today to try and heal some of the anger and hurt going around. There has been enough of that lately.

I don’t want to say this but… Going forward, if you are only tossing accusations or pointing fingers or being otherwise cruel David will unfollow, unwatch, ignore and block you. I don’t like being this way but the world has enough pain and suffering without a place of happiness and fun turning into a war zone.

That being said, come here my lovelies and let David show you some love. We adore and value each of you as the remarkable and unique characters that you each are.

My Scholar, My Victim, My Love

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gorgeous-fiend:

There is a peculiar  irony that the healthiest and brightest relationship I have ever had has been wrought from quite possibly my most despicable act of depravity to date. I do not dwell much on it- possibly out of some sort of suppressed shame, but most likely because I simply do not see the point.  Of course, I am  thankful and quite frankly astounded things  turned out as well they did, as I  fully expected David to hate me from now to eternity- whenever that may be for him.

What surprises me  even more is  how willing I was  to grant David his autonomy. And how easy it was.  Almost immediately after our short-lived holiday to Rio de Janeiro, we had parted ways. It had not been sad at all. We  did not leave each other on bad terms, quite the opposite it fact. Instead, we left with a profound understanding of one another and a camaraderie I confess to have never known. Even among my brothers in the Auvergne I had not felt such kinship. Especially not among my brothers.  And had it ever been so simple with the others? Absolutely not.

Nicolas had been a mistake, I am willing to admit it now after so many years, hailed into the blood by his maker’s blindness and foolhardy sense of justice.  Despite the love between us there will forever be a rift between myself and Gabrielle that will never fully satisfy and will always drive us away from one another. And I had all but strangled Louis and Claudia in my fear and desperation for love. But David- my scholar, my victim, my love- saw me and accepted  me. Knew me  for the monster I was and still loved me. Even when  my betrayal sucked him down to the pits of darkness, David’s devotion outweighed his anger. I should be ashamed of myself, but I am not. I would do it to him one thousand times over.