winter looks: wearing a blanket over your shoulders like an aging king and looking over your kingdom with weary malaise
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Lestat: Are you giving me attitude, Louis?
Louis: I am expressing multiple attitudes simultaneously. To which one are you referring?
Louis: *in a crowd and can’t find Lestat*
Louis: *cups hands to make megaphone*
Louis: LESTAT SUCKS!
Lestat, from a distance: WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!
Louis: There he is
Preeeetty sure Louis is a case of the former Lestat. Mostly because he doesn’t care as much as you do.
♛ Oh you think so, ma chérie? Louis refuses to learn the language of Fashion?
Claudia and I spent years revising Louis’ wardrobe. He knows he is a true ‘winter,’ and that jewel tones flatter his natural coloring. Even in the tatters he seems to prefer, he still adheres somewhat to the color schemes we trained him to choose *winks*
He cares on occasion, and really, when we’re out together somewhere that he needed to dress up for, he makes it look effortless!
Hi there, what are 5 things you like most about Louis?
♛ I’m limited to just 5 things? There are countless things I adore about Louis, not merely “like,” as especially overused as the word “like” is these days *grumbles*
1. His manner of speaking and word choice always… has a dignity to it. It’s something he’s always had, but I would think it’s reinforced by the kinds of books he’s absorbed over the years.
2. His hands, the long fingers, shapely nails, the sight of his hands on my body, the nails clawing at my skin, it’s tantalizing. During the time we lived together with Claudia, I would watch across the room, I yearned for those hands, helping her with shoe laces or gloves. His hands still have a forbidden-fruit aura.
3. He tastes like home. Is there another way to describe it? Skin, tears, blood, he is my favorite flavor *grins*
4. The picture we cut when I catch our reflection in glass. Whether he lets me dress him or not, with his arm hooked in mine, at a brisk pace, we compliment each other.
5. His capacity to love me not only despite my flaws, but his patience to help me overcome them, the care he took when I first awoke from a long and miserable nightmare of a coma, even when I was nothing near like myself except in appearance… although I insisted I was fine, he could always see the broken parts of me and sought to help me mend them.
Dieu but what would he say about me? I don’t deserve him, do I? *sighs*
(//BTW devilsfool answered these, too! I like their answers as well)
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you know there’s one thing i haven’t drawn enough of yet and talking to you has helped with this. Lestat. Tell me your reactions to fashion disasters.
♛ Darling Ram. My reaction is compassion. If you seek artistic inspiration, try my closet… or perhaps my concert pictures… Here’s an outfit I truly prize. Versace, Fall ‘13.
Some might call this a “fashion disaster,” others would say it’s “pushing the envelope.” Others may have other opinions, but I think it’s stunning in its combination of raw sexuality, femininity, humor, re-purposing of societal ideals in structural elements, and restrictions. It tells a bold and sensual story.
Fashion is the covering we choose for ourselves, our shimmering dream skins, since we are unable to grow our own protective fur coats, like the rugged and luxurious one of my beloved dog, Mojo. The fabrics, the styles, etc., tell a story as do the natural coverings of creatures in the savage garden:
- Spikes and studs say, “beware; I have thorns.”
- Gold says, “pursue me.”
- Structure says, “I have a plan.”
- Looseness, and distressed clothing, say, “I seek adventure.”
- Silk, satin, and lace say “I am delicate. Handle with care.”
- Nudity says, “my body is ready.”
So take care when you call someone a “fashion disaster.” In fact they may be still learning the language of storytelling through dress, they may not be able to afford to express themselves best, or they may prefer to keep their story mysterious. Louis certainly is an example of the latter *winks*
I’m confused! Louisiana is in USA as well as New Orleans but Lestat is French and Louis too…… I don’t get it!
Movie!IWTV sorta gives the impression that Louis was born in New Orleans and only briefly has Lestat admitting to coming from France. They are actually both from France! (and BTW, New Orleans is a city in Louisiana, which is a state in the USA).
The Pointe du Lacs came to the US from France at some unspecified point in his life, but most people headcanon it was when Louis was a young child, too young to remember.
- “We’d received a land grant and settled two indigo plantations on the Mississippi very near New Orleans… You see, we lived far better there than we could have ever lived in France.” – Louis de Pointe du Lac, IWTV
The de Lioncourts* lived in a poor provincial town in the middle of nowhere, aka the Auvergne region, in France:
- “…my father’s land in the Auvergne in France, and these were the last decades before the French Revolution.” – Lestat de Lioncourt, TVL
*Note that Lestat’s mother was Italian (she grew up in Naples) so he and his brothers are all technically half-French, half-Italian.
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