Hahaha omg! I think he’s referring to Lestat’s lines:

devilsviolinist:

When Lestat would ask me ta read his ass thangs, I would sometimes git so annoyed dat I would deliberately tell his ass tha lyrics meant suttin’ straight-up different from what tha fuck was freestyled — fo’ fun. I aint talkin’ bout chicken n’ gravy biatch. Because da thug would believe anythang I ‘read’ ta his muthafuckin ass. I don’t be thinkin he eva straight-up figured it out, either.

“I wasn’t the lead, but I was the young lover, a sort of Lelio again really, which was almost better than the lead, and I stole every scene in which I appeared. Nicolas had taught me the part, bawling me out constantly for not learning to read. And by the fourth performance, the playwright had written extra lines for me.”

✌ — nothing depressing and/or inner-monloguey. I’m not looking for a lecture, ok?

merciful-death:

send a ‘✌'  for a gizoogled confession.

Yo crazy-ass immaturitizzle astoundz me, Nicolas. I had hoped dat if I was ta eva hook up you, we might become playaz of sorts, fo’ you question tha way dat I do. It disturbs me dat you view me ta be yo’ replacement when dat aint tha case. Lestat falls up in ludd quicker than what tha fuck is imaginable ta you or I.

Yo crazy-ass mockery angers me n’ I lash out, feelin as though I be bein dragged down ta yo’ level. I wish dat it would cease. There is lil point ta dat shit.

Yo crazy-ass immaturitizzle astoundz me, Nicolas.

THIS WHOLE THING IS KILLING ME OK

The Judgment of Solomon a la V.C.

devilsviolinist:

There are so many subtle religious references with Nicolas. I’ll give you an example, in the bible, we have the story entitled “The Judgement of Solomon”. For those of you who are unfamiliar with the story, it goes a little something like this (copy pasted from wikipedia bc I’m lazy. Sue me.):

Two young women who lived in the same house and who both had an infant son came to Solomon for a judgment. One of the women claimed that the other, after accidentally smothering her own son while sleeping, had exchanged the two children to make it appear that the living child was hers. The other woman denied this and so both women claimed to be the mother of the living son and said that the dead boy belonged to the other.

After some deliberation, King Solomon called for a sword to be brought before him. He declared that there was only one fair solution: the live son must be split in two, each woman receiving half of the child. Upon hearing this terrible verdict, the boy’s true mother cried out, “Oh Lord, give the baby to her, just don’t kill him!” The liar, in her bitter jealousy, exclaimed, “It shall be neither mine nor yours—divide it!”

The king declared the first mother as the true mother, as a true, loving mother would rather surrender her baby to another than hurt him, and gave her the baby. King Solomon’s judgment became known throughout all of Israel and was considered an example of profound wisdom.

And so, I’ve been thinking a lot lately how in the books Nicolas is constantly telling Lestat he has a light inside of him. This is true, and Nicolas has one inside of him as well, though he is blind to it. In fact, Lestat and Nicolas are almost the same person, near reflections of one another. And I can’t help but feel that the conflict between them is the light and who has it. Nicolas, the cynic of the two ultimately forfeits his life. And I truly believe in my heart of hearts that this was an act of love. Now, I’m not saying Lestat was in any way comparable to the bitter jealous woman in the story, I’m just saying the story is of love and sacrifice. And Nicolas, loving Lestat so much — even through his madness and cynicism — gave his own life so that Lestat could grow and flourish as a vampire; the same way the true mother forfeited her rights to her child to prevent it from facing death.

Then again, I could just be stretching it a bit, but idk. I just feel like the stories are in the same vein. And, I apologise because Nicolas is not dead. The ‘forfeiting of life’ is simply a metaphor and cannot hurt him. He merely claimed to be dead, okay?

#damn you and your perfect headcanon perfection.

what was the most romantic night of your existence

devilsviolinist:

This took me a while because there have been a few romantic nights that stick out to me, but I think above all of them I would have to choose the second night of my second week in Paris with Lestat. We were already pinched for money and my E string had broken — not to mention the fact that we had only enough money for one meal that day and decided not to eat until just before bed. So, Lestat had left to go grab us something to eat before all the shops had closed; I stayed behind because I was in a mood and sulking. But this particular night he took longer than usual, and I became rather irritated. I wondered if he had become distracted by something and not made it to the bakery in time to buy us some bread, at least… and I was anticipating an argument upon his return. But, when he did return, just as I was about to start off on some lecture to chastise him, he presented me not only with bread but also a new string for my violin. Turns out he had spent a lot of time haggling with the baker because he had spent the majority of our funds on a new string for me, to cheer me up. And, I think that was possibly the first real time someone had done something nice… just for me, for Nicolas. And even if it’s not terribly romantic, or anything steamy, it means a lot to me. And yes, for the lot of you still wondering if any kissing or things of the like took place after that.. Yes. But, that’s all you need to know.