I’m reading Tale of the Body Thief right now, sketched some of my favorite scenes during Lestat’s first mortal night.
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Why is it that no matter how much I read, I end up sounding like an international gutter punk?
Lestat de Lioncourt, Blood Canticle (via miralain)
I thought about Nicki a lot because he was so arrogant when he says to Lestat “I have the power from you and I know how to use it, which you do not.” And… and then he committing suicide… like wtf. That is why I think there is something more about him.
Hey, Lestat: Have you ever considered recording music again?
♛Yes in fact I have more than considered it; and I may or may not be in progress on a new album. I’ve been doing time in a remote location with a little band, doing reworked covers of 80′s and 90′s music. So the new material will have that flavor.
//Ewan McGregor from Velvet Goldmine as Lestat [X]
*These are the actual lyrics from the novel, Queen of the Damned, btw.
Oh dear, Lestat. Would you consider marrying me?
♛Sweet little Anon! I’m so very touched that you think I’m marriage material!
It’s no secret that I have difficulty with monogamy. I like the idea of marriage, I like the concept of the ceremony that goes along with it, and all of the accompanying elements. Flowers! The fashion! Bridesmaids! Groomsmen! Vows!
Ah, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t sidestep the question so much. It’s a serious one.
I would have to love you so much that the chance of losing you would be too much to bear. Thinking about it now, that was the reason I brought over each of my fledglings. Well, most of them. Going to leave out naming those it didn’t apply to, I think you can figure that list out yourself.
Alas, Anon, I’m not truly suited for marriage. But thank you again, I am touched, deeply, that you would have chosen me.
Everybody: *raising their voices slightly so they can speak to Lestat down at the other end of the Night Island* Lestat, do you want more rules to break?
Lestat: *at full volume* I’M ALWAYS A SLUT FOR DISASTER.
This is almost a sequence:
Lestat: hoe don’t do it-
Louis: *knocks over the candles*
Lestat: *as the fire spreads* oh my god
What was your thought process when you left Nicolas with the very people who broke him further than you did? I’m reading the vampire Lestat and was just wondering why you thought it was a good idea.
What alternative was there? Should I have dragged him around Europe with us in the search for Marius and for the answers that I did not have? What about when Gabrielle finally left and I lost all hope? Would he have gone to ground with me? Would he have been careful in his feeding habits when unleashed and roaming the countryside? And when I was rescued by Marius….when I finally looked upon Akasha’s face, would he have stood by my side?
I think not. It was he that returned to Renaud’s and it was he that formed The Theater of the Vampires! He hated the sight of me and I him but for different reasons….I hadn’t perished, the light never left me despite my descent into darkness! And he was a madman….half broken creature of dark genius! Would he have been happy to leave Paris? To stare at my face every evening and leave his music behind?
You know the answer if you are reading. Why ask me the questions to which you already know the answers? Are you attempting to demonize and damn me once more? Are you attempting to point out my mistakes when they parade themselves before me again on a nightly basis?
I have laid it bare at your feet and my sins are available at any time for you to browse and review over and over if you like. I am done with them, a tired tune indeed! Ask me no more!
I will find a way to give Nicolas purpose again but I realize that together, we do nothing but poison the well over and over until neither of us can drink.
Lestat, care to give us 5 fun facts about you?
♛You want fun facts? Fun facts… mon dieu, what haven’t I told you about myself in all these books? Minutiae I suppose. Or what I consider to be so.
1. I have a coffee-colored birthmark on my lower abs, on the left, near my Adonis muscle, which can be seen just above the waistline of low-rise jeans. My mother has an identical mark on the opposite side, a mirror reflection of mine. It was something she and I had some kind of inside joke about when I was a small child, but I can’t for the life of me remember the punchline. It would send us both into the kind of laughter that makes your face hurt.
2. Oh! This is worth telling: I discovered sometime in the 90’s that we can be tattooed, but that the tattoo will fade away entirely during the Deathsleep. Daniel may have been involved. Of course we decided that I absolutely had to get a large tattoo across my chest that read, “Property of Louis” in huge black calligraphic lettering, just to see Louis’ reaction. When I spread open my shirt to reveal the work of art, every drop of blood drained from his face!
He was frozen in that special moment before the judgment begins. It was a sight to behold. Instead of lay in with the judgment as usual, he actually shifted into damage control, terrified it would last forever, and immediately started looking into laser-removal treatments! He fell asleep at the computer that morning and had to be carried safely to bed.
How relieved was he when my branding had disappeared by the following night? After some heavy physical punishment to my person, he treated me very well for the entire night. How so? Read between the lines, mes petits.
3. I do have taste preferences with blood. For the appetizer, as you know, I like it young and fresh, and I like to get the victim fairly emotionally stimulated because it adds spice. Women especially, for the more delicate package, too, and all the softness. For the main course, older is better, and angry, preferably. A touch of fear is good. Adrenaline makes older blood that much richer. Men, usually, the struggling muscles feels so very soothing.
4. When I’m not devising a scheme to drive him crazy, I leave Louis post-it love notes hidden in various places where he’s sure to find them. Yes, I do that! I am sickeningly romantic. Tactically romantic; those notes tend to plead my case better than I can when we’re deeply embroiled in a fight.
5. I may have ordered custom-made fangs for a special precious friend of mine, molded off of my own. And I might tell you more about that another time… if you beg properly.
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