He collects books, obviously. Tons and tons of books, and he particularly likes finding first editions of classics. He knows where all of his favorites are around the house, even if they’re in some random drawer or placed under a pillow somewhere. He’s not tidy at all and, as I mentioned a few days ago in a headcanon post, he had a tendency to leave a trail of his stuff behind him when he gets up or leaves.
Besides books, he loves office supplies. A lot. He’s got dozens of notebooks that he’s never written in, and more nice, smooth-writing pens than he can remember. He constantly buys new things because he actually can’t remember where he put that-notebook-he-bought-last-week.
He also hoards various knick-knacks that he finds in stores that he thinks are pretty/useful/whatever. They end up everywhere.
Daniel stared hard at the creature before him, this thing that looked human and sounded human but was not. There was a horrid shift in his consciousness; he saw this being like a great insect, a monstrous evil predator who had devoured a million human lives. And yet he loved this thing. He loved its smooth white skin, its great dark brown eyes. He loved it not because it looked like a gentle, thoughtful young man, but because it was ghastly and awful and loathsome, and beautiful all at the same time. He loved it the way people love evil, because it thrills them to the core of their souls.
Daniel about Armand. The Queen of the Damned, Anne Rice (via perladivenezia)
//I love this paragraph so much because it shows how Daniel is a weird, morbid, twisted guy and he loves Armand for exactly the monster he is, rather than being blinded to his nature by his beauty or something. Which is why I think Armand and Daniel, for all of their problems, have something real: Daniel has always seen through his masks and his appearance and still been fascinated by the creature beneath the shiny veneer.
Filed under: #gif #laces out #one of my fave moments in the movie for sure #delicately pulling the lace out of his sleeves #he knows its filthy #but its very dignified #like when he dusts himself off in front of the #children of darkness #refined and dapper even in filthy old lace #and that has to be Daniel’s leather jacket #bc hes not wearing it in the previous shot #and then he is #so i bet it was in the backseat or smtg #lestat #lestat de lioncourt #the vampire lestat
♠ Louis here. I felt that I should answer this myself, since it is a question for me. Could I share this day with Lestat? If not directly with him, could I give him half? It would seem a beautiful gift to share in either fashion.
I admit that I’m not wholly prepared to answer, to consider this at all… the fact that I have never considered it is because I would never want to raise such an impossible dream in my heart, only to be crushed by the reality that it can never be.
Regardless, I’ll give you what comes to mind anyway. Assuming I must keep such a miracle to myself, here’s a small glimpse of ideas of what I might do:
Sunrise/sunset: Too obvious? Oh well. It’s the truth. I’d witness it, and feel that unique pleasure of sunlight climbing up my bare skin, that warmth spreading, not as a warning, but a loving embrace. That same feeling in reverse, as it slipped away at the end of the day.
Swim in the ocean, somewhere tropical, perhaps, and feel the tickle of the fish around my body. Maybe take one of those aqueous cameras to capture the composition of the scenery myself, as a memento. I don’t imagine wearing any cumbersome swimwear in this scenario. Maybe just diving equipment (Lestat and I are excellent divers).
Food and drink: it could be a gastronomic adventure. I was never what you call a “foodie” now, but I have some dishes that I would love to experience again.
Crêpe Suzette, for breakfast. Fruits, apple juice, coffee. Black coffee, café au lait, jasmine green tea. Beignets from the Cafe du Monde. Gumbo (with alligator). Crawfish
étouffée.
Other drink: I wouldn’t want to become so drenched in liquor that it would limit my experience, so I would opt for a few classic mixed drinks, rather than my previous mortal fare of anything in large quantities. A few glasses of St. Germain 75. Or
Mezcal. Perhaps something I never got to try as a mortal,
Aszú
Tokay. I’ve been told it’s very syrupy, but it may go well with vanilla ice cream.
Dancing
Go listen to a string quartet or trio in a garden.
Ride through my old plantation on horseback.
I would try to take notes throughout, so that I might relive the experience on those nights when eternity seems the most dreary, and I strain to recall the way the light caught the luster of the wooden body of a cello, the way it filtered through the water on the scaled backs of the fish, or shone in the eye of a lady – or man – as I took their hand to dance, as that light receded below the horizon once more.
Ouch but picture going through eternity with a sightly uneven, shorter-than-you-wanted haircut. Imagine this kind of pain! D:
THAT REALLY WOULD BE omg. I’d be like, “Hold up, can you come back when this haircut has grown out? It’s really… not a style that can stand the test of time, lol.”
Or like, for dudes, beard grizzle? Or lack of beard grizzle…. clean-shaven for eternity with no ability to grow one’s own hipster-beard EVER. We should be grateful Lestat was such. I can’t picture him w/ any kind of facial hair, ewwww.
I imagine Louis purposely shaved on his last day (tho he probably didn’t know it wouldn’t grow back; it’s doubtful that Lestat gave him that level of detail), he had the time to prepare, but they don’t always. Alot of Ricean vampires are turned on short notice, no clean-up time available.
romanchronicles is an OC vampiress with that exact problem! I can’t find the post she goes into detail about it, but that is basically what happened. I bet the mun and muse would love to entertain your questions/amusements about it.
…However, as far as Ricean vampires go, I don’t think that would be a problem at all, as they can cut their hair post-turning, and it grows back to the length it was when they died. Hence, they can cut out that bad dye job; and since dye doesn’t exist in the flesh itself, their hair would grow back fine!
The issue would be if someone had shaved their head before turning, bc their hair would stay that length after death 😛 Sorry Uncle Fester, it ain’t coming back.
First and foremost, the hunger has been the hardest adjustment I’ve had to make as a vampire. What few vices I indulged in my mortality were never so prevalent – not to the point where I felt so commanded to answer the desire for them. I could control them. Yet the hunger is in control of me more than I am of it. I’m not used to being slave to something inside myself. That experience is new for me.
Another adjustment is certainly the sense of time. When I was alive I measured the passage of days, months, years with regular habit. Even if it was just noting the date upon a newspaper. I observed time, I respected it, and felt very keen about the necessity to keep track. Now, it occasionally surprises me when I hear a date. The nights tend to blend together. I feel outside of time in a way I’d never done when alive. It doesn’t feel so oppressive or so precious to me anymore.
There are many other aspects of adjustment I’ve had to make since my turning yet these two are by far the most major developments that I consider worth mentioning.
@aganmagdalene said: This is fantastic! I feel that it’s all so accurate it hurts, especially regarding Marius lol.
Thank you! Comments like these make it all worth it *u*
hyperbeeb said: tbh i always thought Louis would be into The Used. After 200+ years, he finally found some musicians that truly spoke to the emotions he feels
Ha! You have a good point there. A pointy point.#Headcanon accepted.
@babylonsabby tagged: #I friggin’ LOST IT at David jamming to Michael Bolton when he’s alone lmao #like nobody’s supposed to know…. #vampire chronicles
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*
I-want-my-IWTV 