I liked this Freddie Fox in the Three Musketeers, but haven’t seen him in anything else.
^Possibly a typical blond dude kind of shot but this was the most Lestatuesque pic I could find in a quick search. He does look good in period costume, I’ll say that.
^And he is very cute here.
Not getting into further detail bc I’d have to check him out more. I feel like he looks too young for my own headcanon for Lestat… like, he could pass for 16. Maybe he could be a younger Lestat?
I get why you might be frustrated, I’m not sure how much VC you’ve read, I hope this answer doesn’t spoil you if you don’t want to be spoiled but here we go…
Lestat was born in 1760. Not sure where you got 1780… I believe you are forgetting the almost 10 yrs Lestat and Gabrielle ~wandered the Devil’s Road~ together, which was from 1780-89. There’s a timeline in the official Vampire Companion (there is some debate about discrepancies of this book to canon, but this book was intended to be the author’s deciding word on canon facts):
Here’s a snippet of the time line, sorry for the warping, but it’s a thick paperback book and I didn’t wanna injure the binding!
Worth noting also: AR underscores that Lestat was 20 when he was turned.*
So by 1791, Lestat is actually like 31 mortal years old, and Louis is in fact younger than he is, at 25 (why they made him 24 in the movie is beyond me bc it’s only a year different? IDK).
*Re: Lestat being turned at 20 or 21, that’s a topic that’s been debated for aaaaages, too, since he says in his book, “In the winter of my twenty-first year, I went out alone on horseback to kill a pack of wolves” and more confusingly, in the timeline above, AR indicates that Lestat is 19 when he goes to Paris w/ Nicolas so I am confusion, but taking Lestat’s line from TVL alone, that it’s his “twenty-first year”:
(Not that his birthday was celebrated in his house anyway, so it’s really just about whether he gets carded at bars, currently, and he totally does.)
I headcanon that:
“So what if we had to sleep on lumpy pallets, and the neighbors woke us up with fighting.” -Lestat, The Vampire Lestat
Was it the first night? The second? Third? It had all been a whirlwind to me, the excitement of arriving in Paris, the world suddenly such a different place from where I’d spent the last 21 years. People everywhere, the stench of shit and piss in the streets, the sounds of horses and church bells and music everywhere. How I loved it.
We’d rented a tiny room at the top floor of a building–one bed, two windows, a shelf and a basin in which to wash. Such a small space! Such heaven to me, such cramped and glorious beauty.
The first night we’d made wild, happy love, tumbling into the lumpy, uncomfortable bed twisted and entwined and endlessly delighted in each other. The bells of a church chimed the hour in the distance, the moonlight spilling into the little window and onto the floor of the flat. I remember this image as I drifted off to sleep, a strange thought coming to me that I hoped my mother was okay, that she was becoming well again, perhaps.
It was maybe an hour later that I was roused, abruptly, by shouts. The wall above our head thudded as something hit it–something heavy.
“Nicolas–” I shook him, then, his eyes snapping open.
“What is it? What the hell–?” He sat up, nearly conking heads with me, both of us turned to face the wall behind the headboard.
The screaming continued, followed by the shattering of glass. I know my eyes widened, then–I’d experienced plenty of abuse and yelling in my years, yes, but never had I been privy to the violent fighting of complete strangers, not in such an intimate way. I’d grown up in a damn castle, for God’s sake–the walls were thick and the place devoured sound.
Then Nicolas began to laugh.
I snapped my eyes to his, “How can you laugh? It’s terrible!”
He fell back against the bedclothes, snatching my pillow as he laughed and throwing it at me.
“Welcome to Paris, Lestat.”
Nicki & Lestat
The Vampire Lestat:
The cold seemed worse in Paris… I was never so glad of the fur-lined cape as I was then. I wrapped it around Nicolas and held him close to me when we went out together, and we walked in a tight embrace through the snow and the rain.
Cold or no cold, I can’t exaggerate the happiness of these days. Life was exactly what I thought it could be.
♛*sighs heavily* How can you ask such a thing? I’ll pretend you didn’t just call my former lover “insane,” and I’ll pretend you didn’t just suggest that Louis could so easily be cast aside, like some used piece of chewing gum. I mean, yes, while being hopelessly devoted to him, I admit I have my flings with others, but he’s the one… he knows how much he means to me.
What Nicolas and I shared – it’s over. Long over. Just scar tissue now. Can never be rekindled. We were something, everything, to each other once. He made it absolutely clear in what ended up being our last meeting that he wanted nothing to do with me, that I had failed him in so many ways. Perhaps he was right. I would have gone back for him, I asked if I should go back for him, he didn’t want me.
And you know what? He failed me, too. He led me to believe that he wanted to succeed in Paris, but every success we had was secretly a thorn in his side, and he was riddled with wounds before we were ever separated.
I failed him. But I have to believe that I helped him get some joy out of life in our brief time together, because he taught me what love could be. I have to believe that wasn’t a one-sided thing.
I gave him what I could. I’ve closed those chapters.
Awww, @wicked-felina and I are happy to have done that to you! Thank you for the compliments ❤ yes, Nicki/Lestat were SO cute and lovely (Anon refers to the Poor and the Dead)
(X via the-temptation-of-amadeo, the-vampire-chronicles)
(Armand wasn’t in that fic, so I’m not sure in what context you’re referring to him. I did have him being quite a little bitch in my other recent fic that I did w/ @vampchronfic, Hunting in a Walmart, and yes, I think his beauty helps him get away w/ a lot of questionable behavior!)
Idk what would have happened if Nicki hadn’t “gone insane,” but also if Lestat hadn’t been kidnapped that night ;A; Nicki always seemed to have that darkness in him. Would Lestat have been medication enough to keep Nicki… I hesitate to use the word “sane” here, or “happy,” but would Lestat have been enough to make life seem worth living for Nicki?
There is some fanon that Nicki suffered from mental illness, and idk if Lestat was really equipped to handle the role of being a support and caregiver to someone who might have needed alot more than that *cries forever for Nicki*
A substitute gift for @bravenotstubborn ❤
From: @wicked-felina & @i-want-my-iwtv
Prompt: “Lestat, Nicki, and Armand having some heated moment OR being really cute decorating the house/tree.“
Well, we couldn’t wedge Armand in there, but there is plenty of holiday fluff, sprinkled with angst ;3 We hope you enjoy it!
@wicked-felina kindly offered to help me fill this gift ❤
lestat-and-louis-de-lioncourt:
Lestat: Bonsoir mes amis. This evening a little picture for my dear Nicki (http://musica-artium-optima-est.tumblr.com/). I love your violinplay ❤
I-want-my-IWTV 