viaticumforthemarquise:

gorgeous-fiend-blog:

First of all, do not tell me what is true and not true.

I feel as though  I have answered this question a dozen times  as if you all expect my answer to change somehow.

Romantic feelings? That sounds very trite. I do not think she would ever appreciate the…bond, shall we say, that  we have with one another to be described as such. It is much more profound than that, always has been.So when can I say it first started? Well, at my birth, I suppose.

To see this question continuously asked is infuriating. 

Both Lestat and I have, as he said, answered it time and time again. 

“Romantic” is a terribly pedantic way of describing how I feel towards my son. Romance is a box in which you can easily place us and point fingers, isn’t it? How easy for you, how slow and simple your lives must be. How utterly boring. 

I have described my life in the Auvergne to those who have cared to listen. I have described how it changed when Lestat was born. I have explained how it was to be trapped, to be beaten, to be raped and treated like a mare whose very spirit must be broken at all costs. To have one small life come into that hell hole, one person who I knew immediately was a part of me in every way, who was not the strangely-wrought men I’d birthed before—this was a revolution and a revelation for which words fail to describe. 

Lestat was not only my child, not merely the only colour and breath that existed in that godforsaken corner of the earth. Lestat was and is a part of myself. 

This has been made abundantly clear on several instances. To continue to ask is to attempt to assign some paltry and sordid meaning to our relationship that it does not have.