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♛ “I’ll have a Screwdriver, Miss Andi-Lee.” Lestat asked the vampire behind the bar, when she finally noticed him. He had plucked her name from her mind, but had not perused further. Marius must have found something very unique about this one to have turned her, that much he had also discerned, but why did she seem to emanate the loneliness of being completely on her own in the world now? It was intriguing and Lestat was curious, his chin on his hand as he gazed up at her with more than a little childlike amusement at her startled expression.

‘Did he seriously call me Andi-Lee? How the hell does he know my name,’ Andi questioned herself internally. She slowly reached down and grasped a bottle of Absolut vodka and a highball glass. “What kind of vodka do you want in that?”

She cursed her luck, seeing his hair, wishing that her friend would have left hers that almost white-blonde color that this immortal was rocking. What was he doing in a place like this? It’s not like anyone was selling chemically enhanced baking soda in the back room. She’d killed the last supplier two weeks ago.

♛ Oh, she was precious! How easily flustered and colorful… a tropical bird. He could feel the whirlwind of thoughts in her mind, but gave her the space to choose which line of questioning to pursue. Her polite envy of his hair wasn’t lost on him, however, and he gave it a little playful toss. 

So lost in these thoughts, he’d left her question unanswered too long!

“Belvedere would be fine, actually." Lestat wouldn’t drink this, but it had a hint of vanilla, which, when mixed with the citrus, was pleasant to smell before he might hand it away to a deserving patron.

"You’re wondering why I’m here. I followed you.” This was true; he had seen her about, was she a vampiric actress? The choice of clothes and hairstyle were not a costume but appeared to be her nostalgia for the time in when she’d been alive, a time he’d cursed himself for missing when he had been healing his wounds underground.

Willow had climbed the closest tree after dodging the massive hound nipping at her heels. Unfortunately, climbing the tree hadn’t been quick enough. The mutt had snapped onto her back leg and had only let go when he’d gotten a face full of claws and teeth. Climbing higher, she soon realized she knew the individual inside the house. Her little heart skipped a beat. “Lestat!” She let out a long yowl, hoping to get his attention.

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♛Lestat was contentedly supine on the couch when the barking outside increased. Ordinarily he’d just crank the volume on his music, but as he considered doing so, he caught the desperate plea, clearly from one of Louis’ cherished pets. He could sense the sharp pain the poor animal was experiencing, and leapt to his feet, scattering magazines.  

Flying out the door, he found a troubling scene: an enormous and slobbering beast still snapping for Willow! The monster had her fresh blood and tufts of fur on his quivering jowls. Lestat didn’t believe in animal cruelty… but this creature was sorely testing his resolve. 

He doesn’t seem like a friend of yours. Death penalty, Willow? Lestat asked her silently, the frightened look in her wide eyes burning him up inside.

Let’s play 5 questions…

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♛Lestat laces his fingers together, stretches his arms out forward, and hunkers down with his laptop beside Louis on a small loveseat, purposely squeezing their bodies tightly together as he does so, in order to respond to paint-it-livid’s questions (thank u!)

“Louis my love, help me answer these questions, for I do so value your perspective.” 

1 – What was the last song you listened to?

Lestat says: “Peter Gabriel – My Body is a Cage”

“This is a positively haunting cover of an Arcade Fire song, and when I first heard it, it brought me immediately to tears. So I played it for Louis just now, and… nothing. No reaction! He must prefer the original version because it’s an excellent song and he should have reacted appropriately.” Lestat huffs, glances at Louis, they silently debate for some long moments whether to play the song again. Louis rolls his eyes and the song is not played again.

2 – What’s getting on your nerves right now?

Pondering this, Lestat flicks a fang. So many minor things. “Louis keeps making stacks of books and periodicals and it’s like walking around a little doll set of skyscrapers, he’s forcing me to nag him about picking up after himself.”

Louis adds: “Well, half of those stacks are actually your piano and guitar chord books, which you piled up, dearest.”

“Touché.”  

3 – Most visited website?

“This is an easy one. Youtube. I can be satisfied with hours of music, and see musicals and other performances we might otherwise not be able to attend, so many travel videos during sunlight to enjoy…” Lestat trails off, a wistful look in his eye. 

Louis adds: “Those are good, we do spend alot of time on that site. He also loves tutorials. Particularly the fashion and

makeup variety. And he tests the techniques on me, when I’m in the mood for it.” 

“Especially the Guyliner, Louis!” Lestat elbows him, attempting to impress Louis with the slang.

“Yes, calm down, I’m aware of the term.”

4 – Do you believe in love at first sight?

They exchange a glance. “Bien sûr!” Lestat said, quite sure of himself. 

Louis adds: “I never believed in it before meeting Lestat, and even then, I was so out of… not myself… that I wasn’t sure then if it was love I felt for him or just a simple desire to hold and keep him with me, for as long as possible.”

“Is that not love, my love?” 

“I was under duress at the time.”

“Was some of that duress my charming self, my love?”

Louis sighs softly, a smile growing across his face. “I suppose it qualifies.”

Lestat smirks, more than a little triumphantly. 

5 – Which is better: hugs or kisses?

“Oh, they both have their benefits, to be sure,” Lestat considers, snaking his arm around Louis and giving him a gentle squeeze. “They’re different forms of intimacy… hugs are more for greeting and departure…would snuggling count as a form of hugging? Because I definitely require that.”

“Snuggling is… probably considered hugging, it’s bodies held together, no?”

“Oui, that it is, very scientific of you, Dr. de Pointe du Lac.” Lestat teases, assuming a stern expression and tone before breaking into a smile. 

“But kissing has a language of its own, it’s about appreciation, reverence, a deeper connection…” Lestat eyes Louis’ lips as he speaks, growing more than a little interested. 

“Kissing need not only be on the mouth, you know,” Lestat says, before making a trail of light kisses starting at Louis’ ear, tracing down the jawline. Louis twists, offering more access.

Louis smiles coquettishly at Lestat, pulling him closer: “Hugs or kisses? But why not both? 

Hi there! I just wanted to say that I’m a huge fan of your blog and contributions to the fandom~ I don’t know if this has been asked before (and of it has, forgive me) but as a fellow rper and VC fan I was just wondering what your opinions are on Rice’s loathing towards fan fiction? I’ve been tempted before to rp different characters from the fandom but the research I’ve done on Rice have discouraged me a bit from trying but you do such a beautiful job and it’s always so tempting!

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Awwww *u* such high compliments! Much thank. Very appreciate. THIS IS FOR YOU bc u know they totally roleplay too:

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gairid‘s headcanon is the inspiration for the shoes ;]

The short answer is:

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Which includes RP. You wanna RP? DO IT. We can always use more canon (and OC!) VC characters. Join in! I’m so sporadic with it, I wish I could devote more time to RP than I do but I have this daily chore thing i do called a “job,” very time-consuming, really cuts into my fandom experience grrrrrr…

You want some more? Hit the jump.

Let’s do this in bullet points, shall we?

  • AR waged war on fanfic in the mid 90′s. It was ugly. It drove the fandom underground and made fanfic very hard to find. Frowny face D:

  • We try not to tag her in discussions of fanfic or RP, basically, we don’t try to provoke her by making our RP or caches of VC fanfic known. Especially on Facebook, where she’s very active and might see it (and let’s not send her any links to fanfic or RP, etc.)  

  • She’s never seemed to have an issue with RP, specifically. Maybe bc it’s not full-blown fic, and is collaborative? Noone knows. Maybe she’s not aware of it. 
  • On a side topic, she seems to enjoy some fanart, she’s even publicly said she loves garama‘s work (I don’t have the proof rn, but I remember it).

  • On another side topic, she seems to enjoy cosplay, at least sheepskeleton‘s! 

  • Currently, she doesn’t seem to have an issue with fanfic. She hasn’t made a negative public thing about it other than this:

“…in 2012, Metro reported that Rice has taken a milder stance on the issue: “I got upset about 20 years ago because I thought it would block me,” she said. “However, it’s been very easy to avoid reading any, so live and let live. If I were a young writer, I’d want to own my own ideas. But maybe fan fiction is a transitional phase: whatever gets you there, gets you there.” “

  • Anything else I have on this subject is in my #war on fanfic tag, and I do try to keep it updated (sometimes other things bleed into that tag, like the ebook-tree.com/.net massive shitstorm around 4/2015)

TL;DR: She seems to have mellowed over time about it, so we can do it, but, just fanwork & play responsibly ❤

It may not look like it, but I try not to get too offensive to her. As difficult as it can sometimes be, we have to admit she did create these characters that have brought us all together, for which I’m endlessly grateful.

How on earth do you pronounce Louis’ last name? I have never really knew how to pronounce it. To be honest his last name is a mouthful.

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♛“Pssssst: that’s not the only thing about him that’s a mouthful.” 

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Alright *shoves Lestat aside* to answer your question: How to pronounce Louis de Pointe du Lac: you’re lucky I took French in high school which has been EVER so useful to me in my adult life. NOT.

  • Louis: “Loo-wee”, with less emphasis on the “wee” part.
  • de: “dih,” means “from” in French.
  • Pointe: “Pwan” with almost no emphasis on the “n,” means  “tip.”
  • du: “due,” means “of.”
  • Lac: “Lack,” means, “lake.”

BRING IT ALL TOGETHER! Emphasis on Pointe and Lac bc of reasons.

“Loo-wee dih Pwan due

Lack,” “Louis from the tip of the lake.”

This has been your French lesson.

I know it hurts you two, just please forgive me. But did she ever learn to make flower crowns for you? The readers like me only had our imagination on what some of the things she might have done in her youth were

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♛”It’s a strange kind of hurt to think of her. We can’t help it when we see something she would have liked, so united for so many years on pleasing her, as we were. The sound of laughter from a little girl as it echoes down a street often draws us closer together, slipping our arms around eachother protectively.”

“We rarely mention her. So many things that we’ve been through, we have scars that can only be prodded at, not reopened.”

“David was almost meant to fit a similar role for us, but from his first night as one of us, I knew that could never be.” 

“On the subject of people we feel close to… Are you aware of our dear 3rd wheel personal assistant, Brian? He rapidly became someone we both care for deeply, who knew we desperately needed his kindness, calm temperament, sharp wit, let alone the daytime help he was hired for! He’s one of those whose personality lights him from within, and we’re both drawn in. We’re mostly respectful in our interactions with him, it wouldn’t do to treat him like a pet. But I have always had trouble respecting boundaries with objects of my affection.” Laughs.  (pssst he’s gairid‘s OC!)

“To answer your question, yes, I showed Claudia how to thread dandelions into a chain, which she improved into elaborate wreaths for our front door.”

“Louis was subjected many times to florally decorated plaits simply because his hair is longer than mine, and the darkness made a better backdrop for the blooms. Or so she said. More likely she just wanted the excuse to play with his hair.” he smirked, leaning back. 

“After his ‘makeover,’ she would indulge him in a game of chess. She was one of the few who has ever been able to beat him, but I suspect he

purposely made mistakes when playing with her. He’s certainly never pulled any punches with ME at that game or many others.”

“Claudia not only made flower crowns, but she also made dresses for her dolls from the larger petals of hibiscus flowers. The last dress she ever wore was, according to Louis, one she had designed herself.”  

“Some of the things Claudia enjoyed…” 

“Drawing and painting, watercolors. She had a deft hand. I can still remember her style vividly in my mind, perhaps it’s for the best that those works did not survive the fire. I think Louis is relieved of it. After all, he chose not to save the art she made during their travels together. Too painful, perhaps. I don’t bring it up with him.”

“Her music lessons. Piano was her foremost interest, which I encouraged because it is the basis for all other instruments. Other instruments were more difficult for her small hands. I commissioned a flute maker to make one her size, which she tried, but soon lost interest because she simply became winded too quickly. I think that experience turned her away from any other woodwinds.”

“String instruments were usually too large for her, as well.”

Imagine claudia asking about flowers and why they dont bloom like the painted ones in her room. Imagine her looking through a garden at night, thinking maybe theres one she might see that hasnt closed its petals yet

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♛“Actually, I made sure that our courtyard was filled with night-blooming flowers. It still is. Water lilies in the fountain, evening primrose surrounding that, tall pink and white moon flowers… she loved the purple night gladioli…” Lestat mused, glancing out at the courtyard. “It was Louis’ idea to have it done this way after Claudia had mentioned it to him, but he left the choice of flowers up to me.”

“As much as she loved our unique garden, she couldn’t help but notice the difference between ours and theirs.“ 

Theres also a new slang that ive started noticing called “fuckboy” and “shitposting”. Then theres the ever classy “what the fuck, bruh”

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♛“I’m learning new slang every day! Actually, I’d already heard of all these, but thanks for keeping me informed. Definitely used What the fuck, bruh? on Louis plenty, especially when he’s had… let’s just say: pyrotechnical malfunctions.” 

“Fuck’s so flexible.”

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“And by the way, Louis and I tend to slip into cursing in the French of our times when we’re in the throes of passionate… debate.”

If you are a fuckton old, then how old is Marius?

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♛”Are you trying to instigate a fight between Marius and I, fleur de rouge du Versailles? IT WON’T WORK. I’ve done much worse than remind him he’s an old man, directly to his face!” Lestat smirked, leaning back and straightening his vest.

“To answer though, it’s all relative: I am a fuckton older than you, and Marius is a mega-fuckton older than me and he knows it. Lords it over me implicitly. He’s a wealth of knowledge and experience and I can’t help but love him for the magnificent resource that he is. Although sometimes his opinions would be best kept to himself.” 

Do you still sleep in a coffin? I tried it once, but it felt odd. Like I was really dead.

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♛Usually not. Bed-related shopping is one of my favorite chores! Which happens pretty often *winks* I particularly love waterbeds, the heated water is so soothing. But CERTAIN PEOPLE are afraid of the potential water damage from a pierced waterbed, sooooo I can’t actually OWN one. 

Sleeping in coffins, though, I see why it would make you feel odd, dead… I think I find it… comforting or punishing depending on my mood. It’s a comfort to be in such a small space in perfect darkness, reminiscent of going to ground, completely embraced by the earth. 

I order my coffins custom – large, Italian silk lining, memory-foam mattress, and I do enjoy sharing with a loved one, you’re always invited, mon bijou ❤ 

Other times, when I don’t want to allow myself the luxury of sleeping in a bed… I climb into an older coffin, lined with towels, in the attic. It’s a real punishment. 

For safety, and on this you might agree: a large trunk is still my most trusted place to sleep on a ship. I’ve found that mortals assume a coffin contains the dead; so regardless of vehement instruction, or loads of cash, they insist on putting it in non-passenger-accessible storage! Most irritating.