-sighs wearily-
I have shared many already, have I not? But, then, you want a happy memory. There were so few in that house.
Lestat mentioned briefly in his book that I used to show him picture books of the places where I’d travelled before I was wed to the Marquis: Rome, Paris, Madrid, Athens, etc. And I do remember doing this, when he was very, very young—his little body tucked into my lap as I sat, cross-legged, upon my bed, a large book spread open before us.
He was always very taken with the colours of the paintings in the books—he has always had a great love for colour—and his small fingers would trace the images of ships, mountains, animals, running down and over the pages as I explained to him (sometimes in French, sometimes in Italian) what each place was and what it was like there.
Can you imagine it? Are you a mother? That sweet weight of his little body against my own, the smell of babyhood still in his hair, his voice forming words that were a charming amalgamation of French and Italian as he attempted, as toddlers do, to ask questions of me. The small gasps he might elicit at certain images as the pages turned, the trills of laughter at the animals, the way his body would shift as he would lean back to look in my face, as if searching to make sure these places were truly real and not some fairy tale I was constructing.
Very few of his companions are aware, I think, that that child still exists. That child is ever-present, hidden just behind the eyes of the man, waiting to be thrilled or wounded. I’d hazard to surmise that the few who see it are the ones who tend to stay by his side, despite his failings.
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What is your favorite type of animal to kill and why?
Bears. And jungle cats.
With creatures like that (especially the former), the struggle is formidable, not to mention that the process of stalking with the latter is quite enjoyable.
Cats know when they are being hunted, and they do not like it.
I’m curious about how Gabrielle seems to go back and forth between being your lover and your mother. How does that play out in everyday life? It was must get kinda awkward sometimes.
Ah, and here we are. I just knew this would come up eventually.
What you must understand is, as a vampire your relationships to others are not so clean-cut as they might have once been as a mortal. There are nuances and subtleties that exist beyond the human scope. You stop seeing things as being taboo or immoral. You simply love a being for what they have to offer you.
Yes, Gabrielle is my biological mother, but when I turned her she became something else to me as well. She was less of a caregiver and more of a companion. I can see how you might misconstrue our relationship as potentially awkward if you are thinking of us as a mortal mother and son. Yes, that would indeed be strange. But that is not the case let me assure you.
And no part of our relationship affects me day-to-day. This is mostly because I see her only every several decades.
Ever considered murdering your husband and making it look like an accident? if so, how would you have ended his life?
Yes.
Belladonna. Then, in his death throws, removing his manhood with a stiletto. I would feed it to him, but really, who has the time?
What are your favorite vampire chronicles headcanons?
Mon DIEU I have tons. TONS. I went through my own archive and dug up some gems for ya:
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- BUT GUYS, VAMPIRES ACTING LIKE CATS
- vampire masturbation is a vampire drinking from their own wrist.
- drunk/drugged vampires is possible. AND FUN.
- Lestat loves Armand and respects him, but Lestat never for a moment imagines he’s entirely safe with Armand ;]
- Nicolas was Lestat’s first real boyfriend and they totally f**cked in ‘Stat’s room in the castle. And backstage at Renaud’s (´ε｀ )♡
- Daniel Molloy is a really good juggler.
- Armand likes to sleep in nothing but Daniel’s shirts ❤
- Gabrielle only really felt like a mother when Lestat was born *u*
- Gabrielle’s story of how she chose Lestat’s name. ^u^
- Lestat chose Louis bc he was irretrievably in love with Louis ❤
- Lestat was caught cheating on Nicolas at Renauds. Hilarity did not ensue… But he did apologize very well!
- Louis would be the most pretentious hipster in modern times.
- Little things Louis does that make Lestat’s heart break (b/c they are so sweet) ❤
- Harriet the cat is as real as Mojo the dog.
- Lestat is not just a manwhore.
You want more?! Go to my iwantmyiwtvheadcanon, vampire physiology, headcanon accepted, and damn you and your perfect headcanon perfection tags ;]
Whose brilliant idea was it for you to go live with Marius?
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Marius’?
It’s not as if it was discussed and planned in advance. I was falling apart. He found me and took me in.
It was the idea that made the most sense.
I fear what the alternative could be if you had been left, broken and maddened, wandering without any destination or consideration for your own well-being. Bringing you into my home, under my care, was the right thing to do. I refuse to believe otherwise.
Plus, at the time, I firmly believed in my heart that it was what he would have wanted. That in his absence you wouldn’t face the rest of an eternity (or as little as a year, destructive as you were) alone. I was happy to do it. In your company, in your adopted mannerisms, it allowed me to see bits of him again peeking through. (Deny what you will of your commonalities. You are both too deep in the skin of the other for there not to be shared traits anymore.)
It patched a void in my own aching heart. I would do it again without hesitation.
BUT GUYS, VAMPIRES ACTING LIKE CATS
VAMPIRES HISSING AT EACHOTHER
VAMPIRES HISSING AT DOGS/WEREWOLVES
VAMPIRES PERCHED IN WIERD-ASS PLACES
VAMPIRES TANGLED IN YARN
VAMPIRES CHASING LASER POINTERS
VAMPIRES KNOCKING SHIT OVER TO ANNOY THEIR MASTERS/OTHER VAMPIRES
VAMPIRES GETTING STONED ON CATNIP
CATLIKE VAMPIRES GUYS
What’s the most romantic gesture anyone has ever done for you?
My definition of romance may be slightly skewed compared to most mortals. I have no need for material possessions. Romantic dinners are lost on me. Flowers wither and die before my eyes. Candles and fires are better for sex and death than romance. For something to be romantic in my eyes, it has to be spectacular. It has to be amazing. It has to be paradigm shifting.
For me, that moment occurred one night not long after I had told Daniel of my love for him. I had not lied; I did love him as a vampire can love a mortal. I thought it might be a fleeting infatuation, one that would fade as he faded in front of me. I knew what he wanted from me, that the blood and immortality was what he sought more than companionship. Yet I loved him, I followed him around the world, completely fascinated by the way he saw things and how he navigated this modern world which confounded me still, yet ever expectant of his impending death.
I was sitting on the sofa, staring at nothing and utterly still as vampires could be. We had yet another fight about him wishing for me to turn him and my absolute refusal to do so. He was still in the house – his heartbeat sounded strong and true nearby – but I had blocked my mind from his, not wanting to hear his angry thoughts about me. I do not know how much time had passed but it must have been significant because the sky was starting to lighten when I felt him climb into my lap. You must understand that my Daniel is a tall man, to situate himself in such a way was awkward and uncomfortable for him. But he did so, bent at strange angles in order to fit our bodies together.
Automatically my hands came to his waist, holding him in place while I waited for the apology that almost always came following one of those fights. However, I did not hear those words. Instead, he brought his neck in front of my throat. “Daniel,” I growled lightly, wondering what he was thinking to put himself in such a position. That I would lose my resolve and give him what he wanted?
“Drink,” he offered, his voice sounding hollow and broken. “If my life and mortality means so much to you, take it all. I have belonged to you since the night in New Orleans. If you will not make me one of you, take everything you can and carry my memories with you forever.”
The most romantic gesture anyone has ever done for me? My Daniel, my lovely Daniel, offering me his entire life, everything that he was and would ever be. A man who wished for nothing more than to live forever, offered his life at my lips. I do not know if he meant it as a romantic gesture but I took it as such. That was the night my love for him shifted to something more, the night I realized that losing him was not an option I was willing to entertain, even if I was not yet strong enough to bring him over. The night he truly became my lover, my beloved, as I was already his.
What’s the most fun non-sexual activity you used to do with Lestat, (back in the 1800s, before TV, and such)?
Entertaining Claudia, back before she was too old to desire it. We would build a “set” out of chairs, blankets, and pillows, and would act out all of the famous plays. She and Lestat both endlessly got a kick out of me playing the “damsel in distress” parts, to my dismay. However, her laughter would always make any embarrassment worth it.
Those were the best of times.
okay but modern-day louis and lestat where louis is a total hipster who wears his long hair up in a messy bun and spends his nights in little coffee shops watching his beloved mortals, and lestat is still stuck in his 80s goth rocker phase and blasts the cure and bauhaus on vinyl while louis’s trying to read some poetry
^This is heartwarming ❤
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