Lestat here. I want to answer a question from Areona May: “Lestat, when you laid unmoving on the chapel floor all those years, why was it only Armand who was allowed to approach you? to touch you? What was it about him that was so special to your heart? —– Areona, I’m not quite ready to discuss in depth what was happening during my ‘comatose’ years on the chapel floor in New Orleans, but I can tell you I was conscious all the while, and aware of what was happening around me. In general, I was essentially recovering from my great journey to "Heaven and Hell” with Memnoch, seeking to make sense of what had been “revealed” to me and what it meant, and whether or not any of it could be trusted. You could say I was roaming on another plane of existence. Some time in the future, I might be able to say more about it. I controlled who approached me and who didn’t. And I did allow Armand to come close for a specific reason. He had a deep anguished need to know whether Memnoch had been a truthful spirit or a lying spirit, whether my visions with Memnoch had been true glimpses of the Divine or delusion. His pain shone bright, brighter than the pain of anyone near me. And so I honored Armand’s intentions. You could say that Armand respected what happened to me with Memnoch more than any of my other immortal comrades. I love Armand deeply. My view of Armand has evolved over time. The less I fear him, the more I love him. And the more I suffer, the more I come to understand Armand’s suffering. I have never doubted Armand’s love for me. We are kith and kin, Armand and me. Areona, thanks for the question. —– I will return later to this page to answer another question and at that time, you all can leave more questions for me.
— Lestat here. Well, first of all, I must correct you, as you made a rather egregious misspelling of my “Forever Companion” ‘s name. Louis with an “e” is in fact the feminine version of his name. Tsk tsk.
That aside, yes, if you’ve read my books, you would be enriched with the knowledge that I have tried – several times – to make other companions. Always knowing that none could compare to him. I’ve made fleeting connections with others… David Talbot being someone I have plucked from the jaws of mortality to bring with me into the abyss of eternity, but even he and I never had the level of spark that lives between Louis and I whenever we are together. I can even feel it through his written words, even in the abbreviated communication of texting (and sexting when I can get him in the mood for it!) when we are apart.
It seems that Monsieur de Pointe du Lac is in fact, as the slang seems to go here, my “better half”, that we are an “OTP”. It’s not always rainbows and sparkles, as in any relationship, there are fights, there is space needed sometimes… of course, passionate reconciliation is often well worth that! We tear eachother to pieces, and fashion eachother to completion again.
one of my fave parts in tvl was when lestat beat the shit out of armand and like five mins later was all like “oh my the poor thing. he’s so pretty, better help him”
I think that was when she was still promoing wolves of midwinter and since the fandom of Teen Wolf was there for their panels i could easily see her being like “check out my werewolf novels” plus those shows there might have had contact w/ uni versal
Ah, ok. I can still dream about graphic novels tho. Siiiigh. Just look at this it’s begging to be a full graphic novel ;A;
if the phantom of the opera has taught me anything it’s that if all else fails you set the place on fire and cry
And if the Vampire Chronicles have taught me anything it’s that if all else fails, you set the place on fire and mope.
Yeah, pretty much!
We make fun of Louis for his pyromania so much hell I do it too!, but he was a plantation owner and that means slash & burn may have been part of the regular crop production. Setting fires was a step in standard operating procedure. Wiki says: “The resulting ash fertilizes the soil and the burned field is then planted at the beginning of the next rainy season with crops…”
But then you have this exchange from IWTV:
“ ‘Fire purifies …’ Claudia said. And I said, `No, fire merely destroys…’ ”
I-want-my-IWTV 