Send me a number and I’ll write you a drabble about my muse’s past.
3. (childhood) A harsh lesson is learned.The slap came suddenly, without warning, flat across his cheeks. He felt the blood rush to his face before the stinging pain, which shot through his skin, heightened by the humiliation which accompanied it.
“Never again, do you hear?”
Though many years down the line this action would become as regular as saying “Good morning,” this time it was fresh; shocking and frightening.
The tears came too fast, adding to his embarrassment, as the hiccuped assent slipped past his lips.
It had been innocent enough: he’d been playing in a dirt in the patches of grass outside the chateau, pushing rocks about with sticks, when another boy had come up over the hill and approached him.
They began to play together without much preamble, as children were wont to do, the other boy taking up a stick as well and the two of them creating a game out of the sticks and rocks. The boy was nice: shaggy, light brown hair, freckles, not well dressed but then, neither was Lestat. They laughed as they played, arguing amicably as they sat, side by side, in the dirt.
It was Lestat who grasped the other boy’s hand, and the boy held his back as they continued to babble back and forth, toes dusty in the dirt, shoulders pressed close, each child enjoying the other’s company.
But it was the other boy who turned his head and pressed his lips to Lestat’s, pulling back almost as suddenly as he’d done it.
Lestat had paused, as bemused as a child might be capable of, before kissing the other boy back.
The boy smiled as Lestat pulled away. “It’s what the grown-ups do, you know. When they want to make babies.”
Lestat laughed sweetly. “Do you want to make babies?”
“My sister says it feels good, to kiss boys. To make babies.”
Lestat had nodded, sagely. It did feel good, the kissing. “Then we should do it again, don’t you think?”
And they did.
But too soon, Lestat heard a cry from behind him, and was swept up into the arms of his nurse. He was far too big to be held, of course, but she was in a fury, dragging him up towards the chateau as she cursed and chastised, quickly swatting at the other boy until he ran away.
Inside, presented to his father, the slap was administered. He was called a disappointment. He was sent to his room without supper.
It was then he understood: kisses may feel good, but that didn’t make them right.
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Do you think Daniel could wield the hammer of Thor? Is he worthy? Are any other VC characters worthy?
vagabonddaniel-recordedarchives:
Believe it or not, we’ve had this exact discussion. Some of us were hanging out at Trinity Gate and I put the Avengers movie mostly as background noise. And then Benji, bless him, is like “I bet Dybbuk could wield Mjölnir.” I’ve gotta tell you, the fact that he knew the name earned points with me. The fact that he thinks Armand is some kind of saintly angel who shits rainbows is… kind of messed up.
So we got into argument about what it means to be ‘worthy.’ Louis argued it must mean to be without sin, and obviously that ruled each of us out. David argued that worthiness is relative and that if our goal is noble, we could all lift the hammer. (David, I suspect, has read more comics than some of the others. He will not admit it.) Lestat insisted he could do anything and obviously could lift the hammer, which of course led to Armand insisting that was bullshit and telling me to find the rules of the hammer online.
Regardless, the argument devolved quickly after that.
Could I? Nah. What noble purpose do I have to wield it? I’m just a regular immortal guy, more or less.
I was wondering if there is an official signature for Lestat? I know that it’s described in the books, but I was curious if AR released something.
No, not that I know of, but paolammmartinez did this one which looks like smtg he might have done:
It’s not as elaborate as I would imagine his signature to really be though:
“… Lestat does everything in a big way-covers half the page with his magnificent lettering… “ – David Talbot, Queen of the Damned
witchyrem-ains adds:
I believe I read an article about illiteracy that said people who were illiterate into adulthood have far better hand writing than those who learned at a young age. I believe it’s because they valued it more and tended to treat it as a ‘gift’ or ‘art’.
i love the idea of lestat being a huge fan of selfie culture and also sending gabrielle awful snapchats all the time with louis unwillingly participating in them
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laviolonistedudiable
reblogged your photoset and added:
*headcanons that Nicki was rocking at least a few days worth of regrowth when he was turned due to the series of events that directly preceeded it*
#SERIOUSLY NO HOSTAGE COMES OUT CLEAN SHAVEN UNLESS THEY A CHILD OR LADY
#YAS
#HEADCANON ACCEPTED
Wrath
Wrath: a headcanon about your character and their anger management
ooc; Louis is super passive aggressive. He’s very pretentious and always tries to keep up this courteous image, so when he doesn’t like someone, he very rarely comes out with it. He’s more likely to just make subtle hints at the fact that he dislikes/is angry at someone, particularly with people he’s not super invested in.
He generally lets his anger exist on a slow simmer below the surface, but Lestat’s an exception. Lestat can work him up very fast, and while he’ll play the passive aggressive game with him as well (ie: responding to texts with just smiley faces or one-worded replies, ignoring him around the house), he also has no problem speaking his mind to him. He loves when Lestat asks him if he’s angry of if something is wrong, since it gives him an excuse to go off, if it’s a non-major issue. If it’s something he’s really peeved about, he has no issue skipping the passive aggression and just going for gold. Their fights can be really explosive.
He doesn’t get in a rage very often, but when he’s really angry, he’s very quiet, cold, and calculating. He will ruin you lol. Probably in a fire.
I like to think Marius is one of those people who has an entire kitchen cupboard full of herbs and spices because they smell good. Daniel says something like “oh, Marius, would you look at the thyme”. No one laughs.
I imagine Louis walking through, say the airport, and people stopping and turning to gawp, mouths open, drooling. Lestat catches up and says “All I have to do to find you, Louis is follow the pools of drool…”
#HEADCANON ACCEPTED.
Louis’ ass has hypnotizing effects, it’s part of his unconscious Mesmerizing Gift, teee heeee *u*
How tall are you compared to Armand? Is it a benefit or a detriment?
vagabonddaniel-recordedarchives:
I’m not that much taller. I’m a couple inches shorter than Lestat. Maybe 5 inches taller than Armand, when he’s not wearing heeled shoes, and the man owns a lot of heeled shoes.
Pros: I can make short jokes. Cons: I get punched for making short jokes.
That’s about it, really.
Do you think you would have fallen for Lestat if you’d need him when he was human?
You are asking if I would have loved him if he’d been mortal when I’d met him, I am assuming?
It would be strange to think of such a scenario. At the time in which he came to me, I’d become bitter and cynical about life in itself. I loathed myself with a fierce absoluteness, and I loathed all those that surrounded me because it was easier many nights to experience a sorrow-tinged-fury than it was to just become despondent. I hated those cowards around me that would not put me down and sweep me away from the misery I could not remove myself from. I did not traverse the worst venues in New Orleans because I wanted camaraderie. I wanted to die.
I didn’t have lengthy conversations with many. I cheated and brought on fights. What would Lestat have done, if he’d not been a vampire? Would he have visited me as I drank an ocean of liquor? Would he have met me outside the door? Regardless, I can only fathom that I would have initially ignored him. He wouldn’t have seemed the kind that I wanted. I would not have looked at him and seen my own demise reflected in his eyes.
I’m sure he would have struck a conversation with me, and I would have become angry and ranted in my drunkenness. But then, there presents the question of whether he would have found me interesting enough to keep badgering, if he had not been a vampire? Because it is who he is to not rid himself of the presence of someone he’s become fascinated with. And if that had been the case, I’m sure he would have continued presenting himself as an irritation, day after day, night after night. He would have flirted about in the way only Lestat can. Speaking hypothetically, of course.
It would have infuriated me that he’d felt enough of an attraction to me to not let me be. It would have challenged me, I suppose, to make him hate me, as so many did. I have an immense amount of pride, and even in my darkest moments, that’s never vanished. He would have revived a strange sort of competitiveness in me that I’d not experienced in months. He’d become my norm. I’d find enjoyment in bantering with him, rather than the misery I felt in the bars. He’d be kind to me, and I would think I’d give up my fight eventually, and we would somehow come together. Most likely in a night of high emotion, because that is how the two of us have operated in immortality.
And that’s that. In this strange scenario where we’d both be mortals, I’m sure he would have refueled a fire in me, and I can only imagine that I’d be unable to avoid him. Lestat is inevitable. A reality in which I’d meet him and not love him seems incomprehensible. If there are alternate universes as portrayed in science fiction, I’m positive that I love him in every one of them.
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