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Lestat the musical, costume design by Susan Hilferty

Some quick fun facts on Lestat pt. 1

gorgeous-fiend:

  • Lestat can be the jealous sort, though he would never admit it. He’ll do subtle, but harmless, things to keep his lovers close and away from potential threats. He’ll wrap them to him a little tighter, kiss them a little longer- for the benefit of anyone who might be watching. He’s quite territorial.
  • At the same time, Lestat is a major flirt. So while he wishes for his lovers to remain faithful to him, he’s not above having flings with random admirers- he revels in attention and gushing admiration, afterall. These brief encounters are all meaningless, however. What he really wants is someone to be close and intimate with, someone he can climb into bed with at dawn and whisper loving musings to.
  • Lestat is obsessed with slang.
  • Lestat doesn’t like to look at other vampires while they sleep. The lifelessness of it disturbs him.
  • Lestat talks to himself out loud. All the time. Full-fledged coversations- often heated.
  • He’s very preoccupied with how he smells. He’s forever in search of his signature scent. He has a collection of cologne hidden in his closet.
  • Lestat’s taste in music varies astronomically. Everything from Shubert to Vivaldi to Celine Dion to hevy metal to angsty alternative bands to One Direction. Yes, One Direction. Did I mention Lestat has a boy-band obsession?
  • Lestat has a fascination with mythology and loves Joseph Campbell’s idea of the monomyth, or the hero’s journey.
  • Lestat loves Louis’s hair so much that you’d think he had  fetishized it. Lestat loves playing with hair. In turn, he loves it when people play with his hair. For him, it’s one of the most sensuous experiences.

“The chapel in the de Lioncourt’s chateau in the Auvergne.” Where exactly in the chapel, if u don’t mind? Inquiring minds need to know. For science <3

a-misunderstanding-my-love:

As edited, the confessional. 

Quite one of my crowning moments. It was my hope that Lestat would be forced to live in that memory every time he went to confession from then on out. Hardly would he be embarrassed, for sure, as he is Lestat, but I felt quite triumphant when he imparted to me later that all he could think of whilst praying to the Father were my cries as he came within me.