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.

♛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.

So there’s this part of the Interview movie

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where Lestat, Louis, and Claudia are walking through the streets, and Lestat is saying how much he wants a Creole to feed on. The following exchange then takes place:

Louis: Yankees are not to your taste?

Lestat: Their Democratic flavor doesn’t suit my palate, Louis.

As someone who was born and lived a good chunk of my childhood in Cambridge, Massachusetts (rather close to Boston), I blinked in surprise.

I was not aware we had a distinct flavor.

OH BUT WE DO.

I think Lestat’s deal is that he has the Mind Gift, and he can *see* his victim’s thoughts (a short reel of their lives, typically showing all the evil scenes prominently, as he targets evildoers) as he kills them. Perhaps as he drains them he can see that the evil they did may have been justified in some way by being Democrats? I don’t really know the political idealogy of immigrants to NOLA in the mid-19th century 😛 

His comment was probably more to demonstrate that NOLA was getting gentrified and cleaned up, and the hipsters of that time were taking over, and Old Man Lestat was whinging about how they were ruining the character of the place and that they should get off his lawn, those damned kids!!!


Plus, it’s also kinda hilarious when you remember that Louis had such an enormous struggle killing people before, and now he’s fine with it, and even being totally fine with discussing taste and palette of kills!

Louis saying he wouldn’t “recommend” rats to Claudia, as if he were discussing any perfectly normal food-related topic with his daughter

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Just vampiry things : loving neck kisses.

takemetocoffin-or-losemeforever:

l–e–s–t–a–t:

Sorry, I’m not sorry.

I tried to scroll past this and failed bc I HAVE ALWAYS WANTED TO SEE A MERMAID!LESTAT AND HERE IT IS SO #NECESSARY REBLOG

How tall are you compared to Armand? Is it a benefit or a detriment?

vagabonddaniel-recordedarchives:

I’m not that much taller. I’m a couple inches shorter than Lestat. Maybe 5 inches taller than Armand, when he’s not wearing heeled shoes, and the man owns a lot of heeled shoes.

Pros: I can make short jokes. Cons: I get punched for making short jokes. 

That’s about it, really. 

I’m not proud to say this but, I was sitting on the stairs and I read your tags I laughed so hard I fell down them.

Mon Dieu! That’s a high compliment. You’re at least not too damaged to write this to me, I hope you’re ok!

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Maybe next time strap yourself to the banister before reading my tags? Hahaha! 

obsessional-ram:

bratxprince:

“Even here I look sexy. Admit it.”

R u drunk

You’re the Queen of tags. ;)

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