So yes, Daniel’s evil dark twink bf Armand can open locked doors, since there would be electrical locks at that point, but I think it was more that Armand always had a way of sneaking in (being wee, he could probably climb up and enter a small window!), or could get someone to open the door for him, bc I don’t recall that Armand has telekinesis in canon.
Lestat and Marius both have telekinesis in canon, but I don’t think there’s a lot of detail about their manipulating electricals…
“I was sitting in the darkened cathedral. Hours ago it had been locked, and I had entered surreptitiously through one of the front doors, quieting the protective alarms. And left it open for him.” – Lestat, Tale of the Body Thief.
^Lestat doesn’t say how he quieted the alarms. I’m guessing that Marius and Lestat’s telekinesis does extend to electrical locks, more in their physical attributes, though. If you can manually force open the parts that keep a door locked, the electricals don’t matter.
And of course, they’re both strong enough to just knock your door down physically ;]
Two more alarm-related quotes, that didn’t really add to my point but I found them anyway, under the cut, for length.
The lock gave easily when I commanded it to do so. And the door opened as if I had touched it, when I had not.“- Lestat, Tale of the Body Thief.
^This is probly a normal physical lock w/o the alarm system.
“And I locked up the shop door tight with a few little telepathic twists, and off I went again.”– Lestat, Tale of the Body Thief.
^One of Lestat’s regular mini-shopping sprees in a closed store. I would think this shop had an alarm system but he doesn’t mention needing to disable it.
Awww thank youuuu! I’m sure Louis would love a bite of me, I like to think he has a real sweet-tooth. And I always read your tags and comments, you definitely share my sense of humor about these dysfunctional fanged ghey idiots we adore so much ❤
Better birthday than…? Well, c’mon, that’s setting the bar too high, nothing tops Gabrielle bitch slapping Lesty! I would pay good money to watch that. But this birthday has definitely been in the top 5 of all my birthdays EVAR and continues to be! More party time this wknd, w/ birthday driiiiinks…
^This is still funny to me even tho it got hardly any attention when it was originally posted and I do not even care bc I LIKE IT and it’s TRUE.
And you’re another long-time follower! You started following me 3/14/14! 2 years! Impressive ;D
Good eye! It’s not exactly the same, but very similar.
It’s worth mentioning that Claudia and that widow have some things in common:
wearing yellow.
blonde (well the poodle lady probably dyes it, but it counts).
they both seem to be pretty in love with Louis who isn’t?
Louis almost kills them.
In the book, the dress Claudia dies in is actually yellow silk *cries* And in the book, Lestat would occasionally bring Claudia jewelry from his victims bc he’s all about not letting things go to waste 😉
I kept glancing at him and away from him, as if his green eyes were hurting me. In modern parlance he was a laser beam. Deadly and delicate he seemed. His victims had always loved him. And I had always loved him, hadn’t I, no matter what happened, and how strong could love grow if you had eternity to nourish it, and it took only these few moments in time to renew its momentum, its heat?
The Queen of the Damned (1988)
Stupidly I stared at him. How perfect he seemed to me as he stood there waiting with such kindness and such patience. And then, like a fool, I came out with it. “Do you love me now?” I asked. He smiled; oh, it was excruciating to see his face soften and brighten simultaneously when he smiled. “Yes,” he said.
Prince Lestat (2014)
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.”
louis + lestat. die young. love forever.
@hyperbeeb: “Now matter how hard you ship Louis and Lestat you will never ship Louis and Lestat as hard as Lestat does.” [X]
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