You mean this painting? The source doesn’t say it’s intended to be Lestat, but I can see where you might have turned left at Albuquerque bc I did reblog it from a Lestat RPer, monsieur-lestat, and yes, it does work! Goes well with the TVL quote:
“I have… a mouth that is well shaped but just a little too big for my face. It can look very mean, or extremely generous, my mouth. It always looks sensual.”
#Lestat talks about himself #we all bask in his glory #As it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be, world without end. Amen
“Yes it is I, Armand, the red haired teenage Russian let me dazzle you now with my impossible young boyish good looks and–OH MIO DIO–LOOK AT THAT BEAUTIOUS RAT–scusami”
^Actual Footage of dude-bro scumbag (well he seemed like a scumbag, only later do we find out that he’s not 100% scumbag) Lestat selling lessons to Louis on how to hook up with kill womenevildoers.
I am actually a terrible resource for this question bc I… *gasp* do not really ‘get’ a lot of poetry! I only really like a few poets… like Shel Silverstein (he can be very adult and subversive, btw), Dr. Seuss (who tucked the richness of political/other messages into his works), and other “children’s” authors
yes don’t even think of mocking me on that ok i like what i like, and tbh I headcanon that Lestat has a passion for these, too, since he never got bedtime stories with illustrations as a child (and it’s why he read bedtime stories/poetry to Claudia well beyond the time when she could read to herself bc he loved impressing her with acting out the voices).
HOWEVER. I do love me some Shakespeare, and I think that counts as poetry, and Lestat loves him some Shakespeare, too. That’s canon. He mentions Keats in TOBT as he’s refurbishing the Rue Royale “Ah, wasn’t it the ode by Keats which had inspired that long-ago purchase? Where had the urn gone?” He also mentions Milton in that book. IDK if he read them but he came into possession of a collection of poetry by Wynken de Wilde in MtD.
Book-IWTV!Lestat is not wild about books of poetry, ditching Louis one night with a cruel little snap: “Read your damn poems, then! Rot!”
Lestat also considers music lyrics to “count” as poetry and might get all excited about a new track by Kanye West, Eminem or Macklemore. I think he’d be especially drawn to freestyle rap battles.
Louis quotes from Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, so I would assume he liked (at least at that time) that kind of story/poetry: macabre, dealing with religion v. nature undertones.
I see Marius as liking the quirky poetry in the New Yorker, and Stan Rice’s free-form style, as he likes to study emerging trends in thoughts.
DavidTalbot likes Blake, the Tyger features in his… trajectory, shall we say.
Louis blatantly likes bewbs. That’s practically canon. Look he has his hand on her cleavage here – altho it is pretty far above the boobs – but that is no accident!
Obsessed with? Idk if I’d use that word. But yes, he does describe bewbs often (although in Merrick, it’s David telling that story, and it seems that HE is the one obsessed with her bewbs in particular).
Madeleine knew she had phenomenal boobs and wielded their seductive power like a pro:
Louis was partially under Armand’s spell here, but Madeleine totally used her bazongas to completely bewitch Louis into giving her what she wanted (IWTV):
“’ `If you were a mortal man; man and monster!’ she said angrily. `If I could only show you my power…’ and she smiled malignantly, defiantly at me `… I could make you want me, desire me! But you’re unnatural!”
Ooooh burn! She basically just called him NOT A MAN. That her powers only worked on men with working man parts. Claudia might have told her about that.
“’… What can I give you! What can I do to make you give me what you have!’ Her hand hovered over her breasts, seeming to caress them like a man’s hand.”
^I think they teach strippers to do that to excite their audience.
“It was strange, that moment; strange because I could never have predicted the feeling her words incited in me, the way that I saw her now with that small enticing waist, saw the round, plump curve of her breasts and those delicate, pouting lips. She never dreamed what the mortal man in me was, how tormented I was by the blood I’d only just drunk. Desire her I did, more than she knew;….”
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