i was drawing some eyes as i am wont to do. but i decided to draw different characters (old and new) that are in prince lestat and expres them through eyes alone so yaaay character design yasss bitch
maybe i’ll draw faces sometime. but we have the windows to the soul rn and that’s almost as good
//I can’t believe I’m only now coming to the realization that Rose hates flower nicknames because of acid-man. He’s the one who calls her that, and though Lestat also calls her a ‘flower’, it rings differently for Rose.
“I take Holy Communion,” whispered Gardner as he kissed her, “my innocent one, my sweet and gentle one, my flower.”
ooc; I still can’t believe Rose dated a guy whose name was one letter away from being fucking Gardener.
“I’m Lestat,” I said in a low voice. “Your Lestat. I’m the same Lestat you’ve always known, and no matter how I’m changed, I’m still that same being.”
“I know,” he said warmly.
I kissed him. I pressed my lips to his and I held this kiss for a long silent moment. And then I gave in to a silent wave of feeling, and I took him in my arms. I held him tight against me. I felt his unmistakable silken skin, his soft shining black hair. I heard the blood throbbing in him, and time dissolved, and it seemed I was in some old and secret place, some warm tropical grotto we’d once shared, ours alone in some way, with the scent of sweet olive blossoms and the whisper of moist breeze. “I love you,” I whispered.
In a low intimate voice, he answered: “My heart is yours.”(Lestat and Louis in Prince Lestat, by
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