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You whining coward of a vampire who prowls the night killing alley cats and rats and staring for hours at candles as if they were people and standing in the rain like a zombie until your clothes are drenched and you smell like old wardrobe trunks in attics and have the look of a baffled idiot at the zoo.
Louis de Pointe du Lac, as described by Lestat (via merciful-death)
TRUE WUV
Hopefully I’m not bothering you by sending this message, but I wanted to let you know that I was feeling terrible today, and seeing that you followed me actually helped cheer me up a little. Thank you. (also: bless Lestat’s magnificence)
Omg it’s never a bother to get a message like this! I’m so so so glad that one little click cheered you up a little *u*
Absolutely bless Lestat’s magnificence, ABSOLUTELY.
SHUT UP CLAUDIA WE ALL WANT TO HEAR IT
“I am The Vampire Lestat. I’m immortal. More or less. The light of the sun, the sustained heat of an intense fire — these things might destroy me. But then again, they might not.”
#4th line in on his first book he’s talking about self-destruction #Ah yes this is where I have laid my affections.
Lestat’s reaction to reviews of his later works…
[Character design: liquorandptsdvarietyshow; animation: i-want-my-iwtv]
What was your real reason for taking me? Due to my so-called beauty? Because you were lonely? Because you thought you could use me? I loathe you.
For the next five questions my muse can not tell a lie.
What if it was all three put together, hm? -long, heavy sigh-
Fine.
I took you because the very first time I caught sight of you my heart stopped, I swear it did. The emerald of your eyes held me enthralled, the depth of your despair penetrated something vital and the damage was irreversible. You may not know this, but I followed you for nights before I finally approached you and in that time I could look upon no other. I became obsessed with the idea of having you, of possessing you. Still, I could not yet tell what precisely I wanted from you. Would I suck your soul down into that sweet oblivion, or would I pluck you from mortality to be forever by my side?
Even as my fangs sunk into the delectable yielding flesh of your mortal throat, I still did not know. Sure, I had made up my mind to make you mine, but could I follow through with it? You were so succulent, your mind so tantalizing that I briefly fantasized about killing you, but the thought of it was unbearable. I needed to have you. Alive. Immortal. My lover.
So you ask why? It could not possibly be that I was irretrievably in love with you.
*cooks my husband* well shit
queenofthesavagegarden: #Louise stop setting me on fire I h8 u#(no I don’t)
I-want-my-IWTV 