ikr?? Thank u! Just look at his face! that little twinkle of expectant hope in his eye! ;A;
So many thoughts on this one TEENSY ACTING MOMENT… feels like so much is conveyed in like 4 seconds. Mostly it’s someone who loves too much but can’t be open with the object of his affection, he’s holding back these secrets that even if he were allowed to tell him (which he is not bc Marius threatened such intense retribution) would probably end up driving Louis away, if not crazy.
The “Don’t Fucking Cry” sentiment is smtg I got from Tony Stark, though. liquorandptsdvarietyshow is the one who enlightened me on the striking comparison that can be made of Lestat and Tony, and even Tony/Steve and Lestat/Louis. Not going to go into a lot of detail here on that. Maybe another time.
I definitely think Lestat would understand the whole “Stark men are made of Iron, and don’t show weakness, GRRRR” thing. He doesn’t particularly identify it as a de Lioncourt men trait, but he is a consummate actor, and he has built a beautiful shell to protect himself from the onslaught of shit happening some of which he brings on himself, of course, in the pursuit of doing good.
Deep down they both want to be loved and give love in return, and they struggle to make and maintain those connections while still wearing a suit, whether it’s made of iron or emotional barriers ;A;
One Song: Just ONE? Johnny Cash’s cover of Hurt is sometimes too much for me, but it remains an absolute favorite. ‘What have I become, my sweetest friend?/Everyone I know goes away in the end…’
Two Movies: (I’ll skip the easy answer here, you know which movie I mean, and choose instead) American Beauty, and American Psycho. An appropriate pairing.
Three TV shows: SO many to choose from, I’ll go with the timeless classics: The Munsters, the Addams Family, Get Smart. These are classics, and I only regret I missed the era that they were made. Those first two have better family dynamics than many of the more recent TV series. Get Smart had enough technology (a shoe-phone before cellphones!), charm, and fashion to keep me riveted.
Four People: I am a people-person so this is intensely difficult. I’ll choose one rockstar: David Bowie, one lover: Louis (mon coeur), the intrepid journalist who helped reunite me w/ mon coeur, Daniel Molloy, and I should pick a chick, shouldn’t I? So… my Mommie Dearest, Gabrielle.
Five foods: Well. I am a picky eater but I guess: Drug dealers, pedophiles, serial killers, human traffickers, and jaywalkers (ok, not really that last one *smirks*)
Send me “Zzz” and I’ll write a drabble about a dream my muse has had about yours!
I dreamt of you the other night. You were running from me, which is always infuriating in whatever form it takes, but this time you were faster than I was, so much faster, truly pushing your abilities to the limit in an effort to escape me.
I could not tell if it was a game or a dire need for escape—I knew only that I had to catch you, had to wrap my arms around you and devour you, drink you down until I knew you would never run again.
But it was you who found me. Grasping me from behind, your hands on my belly, your mouth already on my neck, your eyeteeth breaking the skin there and stealing what I will always freely give, if only to you.
You know I despise playing the victim. But for you? For you I would die every night, taken again and again, as long as it is those hands and that mouth upon me.
As long as you have stopped running.
I am writing with my burnt hand about the nature of fire.
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