They were set to leave from Paris any moment now and the last orders of business were the obligatory good-byes and final words. Nicolas would not speak to him, but Armand stood before him as cool and indifferent as a marble statue. There was no expectation in those blameless liquid brown eyes as Lestat handed over the keys of the theater to him. At the last moment, as an after thought, Lestat placed a chaste kiss on his lips as an act of contrition for all he had put this one though, and hoped it might set the foundation for future solidarity should they ever meet again.
“Take care of him. I know you know how.” he whispered in his ear.
“So, Lestat left the theatre and asked me if I could have an eye on Nicolas until his return. Out of the pure kindness of my heart I kept him calm like the generous person I am. *sigh* Alas- I am not so sure anymore if Lestat intended this when he said I should try to “take care of him”…”
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.
Hmmm, still kind of too broad. I could write books on that subject, which would conflict w/ my day job.
You should go to the Lestat RPers. Some even have a page for headcanon stuff, like askthebratprince. Other Lestat RPers I’ve seen and enjoy watching (in no special order):
I’ll try to share my own headcanon at some point, I’ll tag it as iwantmyiwtvheadcanon, so you can search that tag later. Really though, go for those RPers, they’ll satisfy you better than I can 😉
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