I woke up to the finished product of the tattoo commission in my inbox from sheepskeleton this morning, and all of the feels promptly exploded in my heart:
( Lestat/Daniel commission by sheepskeleton. Her commission’s info is here. Go. Go give her your monies. Fistfuls and bagfuls of monies. All the monies! )
Seriously, commission her, you won’t be sorry. Everything I wanted for this piece, all my requests, I got. She nailed it, guys.
The look between them. I know they’re one of the least popular VC ships out there, but frankly, and especially as I’m looking at this, I don’t give a damn. There’s no decades or centuries worth of bad blood between them yet. There’s no history of betrayal, abandonment, manipulation, or heartbreak between them. Sure, it’s there in their personal experiences, but not with one another, not yet. Would theirs be a waistcoat-ripping, fire-setting, loss-riddled, globe-stalking, psychologically damaging, deliver-you-to-death’s-doorstep romance?
No. But it could be something good. Lestat has been searching for goodness for centuries, and I’ll be damned if Daniel doesn’t deserve some goodness after everything he’s been through. I love this ship for it’s potential. Because it could possibly be functional. Daniel is a listener and Lestat is a talker. Daniel likes kissing and snuggling dead things and Lestat is amourous. Both are risk-takers in their own right so there’s opportunity for lots of fun and adventure. Because these are two personalities that I think would mesh well more often than they would clash. Because Daniel went searching for him and has been vampire fanboy number one for sixty years, and Lestat adores adoration. Because Lestat took the time during the potential annihilation of all of vampire-kind by Akasha to note that Daniel was pretty. Because Daniel would go with Lestat if he asked him too. And if wanting to see a ship that has capacity for good and such potential is wrong, I don’t ever want to be right.
I just had to excerpt this from i-want-my-iwtv‘s post yesterday, because it is a great truth and worthy of our study. Also look at my fucking brilliant underlining.
# *stares off into
the corner* # dear god is louis whining
again what have i done this time i mean its only a little blood im sure it will
come out of the carpet really he g # ets
so het up about these things ill buy him a new carpet if needs must no hes
still frowning at me ah well #
&& BECAUSE I COULD NOT STOP FOR DEATH; HE KINDLY STOPPED FOR
ME;;
♛Lestat
let out a little moan as Louis’ hot mouth pulled and suckled on the
wound he’d made. He swam in the light-headed feeling of life being drawn out. The skillful hand worked at Lestat tantalizingly as he writhed his own shirt off, tossing it aside. How
does he know precisely how to silence me so quickly?
”I
would, however, be willing to listen to your suggestions.” Suggestions? Lestat
was done with teasing, done with talk, done with thoughts, it was
time to give Louis exactly what he needed.
He
occupied Louis with imploring kisses, cutting his tongue on their
fangs more than once, as he raked his nails through Louis’ hair.
Invisible fingers tore Louis’ jeans open, pulled them down and away
so sharply that Louis nearly lost his balance, hands grasping at
Lestat to steady himself.
Barrier
gone, Lestat admired the happy trail of soft down. Oh yes, Louis was
urgent, Louis was beautiful in every part… and then Lestat was
kneeling before him, hands sliding down the torso, the taut flat belly. He
lapped at the cock, cat-like, then stroked it with fingertips and the
flat of his tongue on the underside, relishing the weight and length
of it. A work of art to be savored and tormented into performance.
Would
it be so awful to be caught by one of the partygoers in worship of
this magnificent beauty?
I-want-my-IWTV 