Also, how do you clean your coffin Lestat?
♛”Well, first I have to evict my victim…”
“I have my coffins made so the lining is replaceable, fortunately. Necessary feature as I do tend to get messy in there, whether it’s from a victim rudely bleeding in it or… sexytimes with Louis…”
(An ex-Lestat RPer wrote this lovely headcanon re: “What was the most arousing moment you’ve ever experienced?” that I will share with you! Will answer the second question separately.)
Mortcharmant: “My— What an intrusive question, étranger gris. But I shall humour you none the less…”
“I would have to say it was the night I allowed a delightful mademoiselle to put her corset on me. How it tightened and constricted was glorious and suffocating. I looked like ‘pure sex’ according to her as she added more to my “ensemble”. By the end of it I was dressed up more like a tart than she and it was exhilarating. I let her live after that moment and frequented her regularly for those games of ours. It’s a pity she died three months later at the hands of a violent pick pocket.”
- Armand & Lestat (The Vampire Chronicles by Anne Rice) ~ murder brothers
Armand: chrissydeath
Lestat: honey-in-the-sunshine
photo by Schokopir
worn at the Leipziger Book Fair 2015, Germany
I had what I wanted, what I had always wanted. I had them. And I could now and then forget Gabrielle and forget Nicki, and even forget Marius and the blank staring face of Akasha, or the icy touch of her hand or the heat of her blood.
“Shoutout to merciful-death, vagabonddaniel and i-want-my-iwtv who are like mom, dad, and uncle Lestan for our community. They’re super nice people and great roleplayers, I want to thank them for the time they put on being pillars of our community, organizing stuff, leading discussions, creating content and in general being awesome and keeping us together.”
Awwwwww! What a lovely message!
♥u♥
I think I can speak for all three of us *~parental figures~* when I say all we want is to enjoy this fandom together with u all!
~ ♥ ~
Personally, I love getting impressions from ppl just starting reading the series, as well as ideas from ppl who have already read and reread some or all of the VC. The headcanons ppl share are inspiring and the fanartists breathe visible life into these characters we all cherish. The silly stuff, the meta discussions, the RP… it’s a gift that keeps on giving to support such a fandom.
So thank you for following us, for sharing back with us, and if I could quit my job and just do this for a living I WOULD DO THAT IN A HEARTBEAT so much fandom love back to you, and the original writer of this lovely sentiment.
Bishonen steals aging bobby hill
//are comments even necessary at this point or have we reached the point where it’s obvious
LESTAT NO BAD VAMPIRE *hits w/ rolled up newspaper* PUT THAT BACK WHERE IT CAME FROM OR SO HELP ME
♛”What specifically blankens your stare, mon ami? Is it the incredible story that was woven so artfully by yours truly, the rollercoaster of anxiety and relief that coursed through you vicariously as I yet again prevailed in the face of certain doom?” Lestat leaned back in his chair, smiling triumphantly.
“Or were you disappointed in the coven as a whole for its failure on an individual basis to support me in my hour of need? That my One True Pairing of a lover completely left me to my own devices despite the fact that he himself would have been long dead by that time if I hadn’t fallen so hopelessly in love with him???”
♛He stood with his arms folded, taking this all in, gnawing at his knuckle. It was a troubling vision, these desiccated little bodies, maybe twenty of them, scattered about the parlor. Only a few had made it unto furniture, most were on the floor. Probably flung from the door near the foyer.
Even in his most angered state, Louis could no more stand to collect those dead bodies than do so in order to bring them back to their home. No, this didn’t seem like his doing at all.
Claudia’s little heart-shaped face shone as she looked up at Lestat, her slight eyebrows merely painted worry above mischievous blue eyes. He sighed, deeply regretting that they had ever told her about Louis’ previous diet. Not that they could ever have kept it from her, fiercely inquisitive by nature, she had discovered all on her own that she could kill animals. She had a taste for pampered house cats in particular.
“Perhaps he has finally grown weary of us both, dearest.” Lestat concluded, gathering up the corpses in a wastebin. Claudia watched, leaning coquettishly in the doorframe. She didn’t respond, absorbed in her own thoughts, only her hair moving in the slight breeze disturbed the illusion that she was actually a still portrait gazing out at no one.
Claudia stood by the frame of the door, watching him as he removed the dead bodies as Louis had left them there. As Lestat spoke, she let her brain to process his words, not replying yet and staying where she was.
She was feeling the night spring breeze blowing her golden curls and pale soft skin, focusing on the calmness this made her feel. Her eyes closed for some moments then before opening again, Lestat being he first one they saw once more. He was putting the last body into the bin when her lips parted to speak.
“You have no idea where he went again… do you?” The child-looking vampire asked with the softest of voices, looking back up at him after her eyes pierced the bloody floor where the rats lay moments earlier.
♛His curiosity was piqued at her insistence at this game. It must be a game. What was she trying to do? She was no longer a little child inside that body. Her gaze was sharp.
“Ah, I haven’t seen him, he hasn’t left us any message, where do you think he would be at this hour, ma petite?” He put the bin outside by the garden refuse for the maid. The rug would need to be replaced.
Returning to Claudia, he dusted his hands off on his pants, checked that he had his billfold and keys, and swept her into his arms. “Let’s go out and find Papa Noir, shall we?”
Lestat couldn’t resist planting a few kisses on the cool skin of her cheek as they left the flat.
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