Okay but imagine David and Daniel as companions for a time.
I like to think that David would have a serious respect for Daniel—after all, Daniel was the first to ever record a vampire’s life the way they all do now, the first to create the fictional safeguard. If it weren’t for him, so many important things would never have occurred—he’d count Daniel Molloy a personal inspiration.
And Daniel would be so shocked because he’s been self consciously believing he had, in a sense, been replaced now that David does his job better than he ever did, but David has none of it and the two of them strike up a very nerdy rapport.
And Daniel pokes fun at how stuffy the Brits are and that David needs to relax, and still calls him an old man—who cares if the body’s young?
And David begrudgingly finds that endearing but only half heartedly glares and tries so hard not to acknowledge when he does that.
And they’re both so genuinely into the archiving and discovering of things and Daniel has a way of continuing his journalistic urges, in a sense and David is no longer the only person besides Jesse who does that—hell, Daniel, David and Jesse can form a cute little vampire trio of nerds.
And I just really want Daniel to have friends who respect and enjoy his company and I really want one of those people to be David Talbot.
ooc: I have this headcanon that Daniel is a really good juggler. Like, he started in college to have something to do with his hands and maybe to show off a little. It became sort of a habit.
So now when there are three of something handy, he’ll just sort of pick them up and start juggling, sometimes without thinking about it at all, or sometimes—again—to have something to do with this hands. And obviously this drives Armand crazy. Especially if said objects are insanely valuable and rare art.
Headcanon: this is what he was listening to when he met Seth and Fareed.
#Headcanon accepted. Also, this is what he insisted that they play to accompany his performance. "You people do have a ‘compact disc’ player, right? My copy of this is scratched but it won’t skip on THIS SONG.“
To my son, Lestat, on this, the anniversary of his birth:
You came, unexpected, in the early stages of winter. I was in labour with you for well over ten hours, my body aching for release, exhausted and cold, shivering in sweat and tears and blood.
The nurse cleaned you off by the fire, joking that you were more mouth than face, your cries driving out the priest and my maid both. She tutted as she swaddled you, wrestling the squirming limbs into the cloth, shaking her head and gently relating to you that it was indeed snowing outside, and that you would be glad of the warmth and tightness soon.
She arched an eyebrow as I reached for you—she had nursed all of your brothers, what was so special about you?—but acquiesced after a moment and placed you in my arms, aiding me to secure you to my breast. I had never done it before, you see, and while it seemed natural in theory it was strange at first in practice.
But the moment you latched on, your eyes drifting closed, something happened to me.
Something changed. I wish… I wish I had words for it. It feels awkward and fumbling to try to describe what it was, that moment, but the alien feeling suddenly fell away. Reality shifted and the world blurred before righting itself.
One moment, I was a woman. In pain, desperation, frustration and anger.
The next, I was a mother. And you were there, a warm bundle in my arms.
Could I know that nothing would be the same again?
Tanti auguri, mio figlio. Ti amo.
^Accurate: Lestat being more mouth than face, and driving priests away since his birth.
You know when you make a rum and coke and, if there’s a decent amount of rum, you can still taste the alcohol through the cola? It’s like that. It’s still blood but there’s a bit of an off taste to it, diluted but still noticeable.
And yes, we can get drunk if there’s enough of it in the blood. We can get high, too, depending on how the drug is metabolized and how stoned the person is. But like a human drinking rum, we have to drink enough of it to make a difference. A little drink from someone who’s only had one beer, for example, would do next to nothing.
I-want-my-IWTV 