3: Nose KissHe’d fallen asleep while they’d been watching a film—sprawled across the divan, his head in her lap, one leg throw half off the piece of furniture. Like any parent, when he slept she could see the face of babyhood still somewhere in the man he was now, her heart aching just a little as she stroked his hair absently. No, she would never deliver such affection were he awake—it cost her too much to do so—but in the safety of slumber she might treat him as she would have in the smallness of mortal babyhood.
She leaned over his face, gently pressing her lips to the tip of his nose. She loved him—unconditionally, irrevocably—this much would always be true.
Tag Archives: Lestat de Lioncourt
Is it true that Lestat is actually the child of your lover?
No, this is a rumour, one that even I have perpetuated from time to time.
I wish he was. I wish he did not have the blood of my husband running through his veins.
But he does. And this is evident when he falls prey to his passions, his rages, his uncontrollable temper. All of the horrors my son is capable of come almost completely from the cruelties he learned and inherited at the feet of his father.
This is not to say that I myself am not capable of great cruelty, merely that my cruelties do not live in the spotlight of Lestat’s memory in quite the same way that his father’s do.
✦ :Fatal flaw (can you even admit to any? ha!)
Love.
Especially for Lestat. How he must glow to read that.
But, truly, had it not been for his arrival, I could have easily slipped into the monotony and everyday horrors that were life in the Auvergne, dying young and despising everything around me, the world painted grey.
You’ve seen that film, The Wizard of Oz? When Dorothy walks from Kansas into Oz? It’s incredibly trite, but Lestat’s entry into my world was like that walk from the broken, tornado-wracked house onto the golden-paved streets of Oz.
Ah, but he comes by hyperbole honestly, doesn’t he?
It wasn’t that my entire life had been grey up until him—but merely that the greyness cast upon it was so consuming as to kill me sooner rather than later.
If it weren’t for Lestat, I could walk through my immortality without a care, without a thought, without another spoken word to another creature—yet he placed an ember in my heart when I thought it was ice, worked his way in when I wasn’t looking and settled himself there nicely.
Hate me for his upbringing, the times I ignored him, the times I shut my door against him. Hate me for the times I’ve come too late to his pleas for help.
But know that I love him. And he is what breaks me down when I might remain strong.
G.O.B.: Next thing I know, I’m running for my life. And all I could think was if something were to ever happen to me, how sad I’d be, you know?
Episode 2×09 “Burning Love”
You’ve been in the fandom longer than I have, so can you answer something I’ve always wondered? Did the Lestat fans go nuts when Rock of Ages came out (the movie)? Since its pretty much rock star lestat….
Exhibit A:
^Basically rock star Lestat.
Exhibit B:
More gifs/pics from RoA that I consider Lestatuesque.
As for the fandom reaction, tbh I’ve been a fan ever since the dark ages of speculative fic on geocities websites oh gawd i am old I survived the War on Fanfic from the 90’s... but I didn’t actually find the fandom as it exists now until after this movie came out (2012)!
At the time, I myself was excited along with a few RL friends who were my entire VC fandom at that time. We were pleased as punch.
I’ll speculate that the fandom ppl that loved Cruise’s Lestat (like meeee) were very psyched for RoA. Even now, I consider Cruise’s Jaxx to be an older, mortal, brunet, tattooed Lestat. That’s alot of AU there, but still.
In RoA, his character is similar to Lestat: that whole macho shell with a tender, bruised inside that just wants to be loved for who he really is. At the end of RoA, Jaxx ends up with someone who loves him for HIM, rather than the groupies who love his stage persona or want to bang him for his sexual prowess, or his money, or whatever. Same thing with Lestat. So many people want to fuck him, but very few put in the effort, or gain his trust enough to get to know who he really is inside.
-
- Louis i brung u les fleurs
-
- gorgeous fop
-
- these fleurs are my cutie mark Louis
-
- les yummy yeux
-
- SUIT UP
-
- LEATHER ‘n FUR ‘n SPIKES AWWW YISSS
-
- great w/ kiddies
-
- requisute silly face skillz
Some RPers actually already claimed him for Daniel Molloy and I have to agree w/ them, he’s very Daniel!
However, I always thought of Daniel as being similar to Lestat in appearance, and upon further very scientific research, I think Jeremy Dufour could also work as Lestat. I couldn’t find a really decent pic of him smiling in a Lestatuesque way, but a great smile is necessary, too ;]
Gabrielle has mentioned that the eighth de Lioncourt child was a girl. Do you have any memories of her?
Yes…but nothing concrete. Vague glimpses of golden wispy hair and precious smiles.
There is, however, one memory I call to mind, but I do not know it is real or a fabrication of my own making. Gabrielle was called away for some reason or another, and very suddenly thrust the small bundle of my sister into my arms. I remember nothing except that I sat very still, afraid I might somehow hurt her. I could not have been more than four or five.
IGUANA
“Tell us a funny story!”
…
I do not know any funny stories.
Oh. Perhaps this?
Lestat’s first word was “Lolo.” It is baby talk in french, but basically translates to “breast.”
Lestat owns one, unfortunately.
It’s one of his favorites, he almost never plays it publicly, just likes to fondle it often. In front of Louis.
Sometime last autumn I read a post where one of the Lestat role-players of the site answered a question/prompt about crossdressing with L’s fond reminiscence of a lady with whom they sometimes swapped clothes. So I sketched this on my 14 min morning train to school. Found the sketch yesterday and finished it, but now can’t find the original post or remember who was the writer. Anyway Lestat enjoying a corset (and yes that corset has a weird double lacing or smth)
Anon: What was the most arousing moment you’ve ever experienced Lestat?
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.”
[X]
I-want-my-IWTV 