#SOMETIMES I THINK ABOUT HOW HE DIDN’T BLAME HER #AND HOW HE LOVES HER #AND I CRY #LESTAT DE LIONCOURT #CLAUDIA #VAMPIRE CHRONICLES
#Why would u do dis #oh gawd #HE DIDN’T BLAME HER #AND HOW HE LOVES HER #cries forever #;A;
#like he is apologetic here and seeking warmth from her right as she is about to try to assassinate him #she has the knife already tucked into her outfit #;A; #might he have changed her mind if he had played this moment just a little differently?
-sighs-
First of all, fuck you.
Second of all. Well.
It was summer. One of the more sweltering that I remember. We were at least a month into being truly lovers, not just friends, and he’d dragged me out into the hills in search of a stream. We each had a bottle of wine (or two?) and he was carrying bread, cheese, and cherries; I had my violin.
It took almost an hour to find it. Mon dieu, but it was so hot. The sort of hot that is like a curtain before you, like a wet blanket that covers your body. By the time we found the stream, we’d both stripped off our shirts, and I remember worrying my feet would have swollen in my boots.
We stripped off our clothing and immediately took to the water. Now, remember, these are cool mountain streams, even in summer. It was glorious. Bathing, drinking, splashing each other, wrestling. Then making love on the grass, our breath coming hard, our cries building until the little death, and then collapsing beside each other in happy, satisfied exhaustion.
We drank wine for hours and ate, the cherry juice staining our fingers and mouths, our lazy kisses a mixture of sweat and fruit. I remember almost weeping at the perfection of it, turning into his neck and burying my face there because I knew it wouldn’t last, that the sunlight and sweetness and poetry of it would end, as it always did.
Before we left, I remember he grabbed me ‘round the waist and kissed me, then pulled back and looked me in the eye. If you don’t know him, you can’t know how penetrating, how soul-piercing that gaze can be–he loves with perfect trust, and it’s absolutely terrifying.
“I love you. I will always love you.”
The real horror is that I believed him. Utterly.
OH MY DEAR LORD WHY WOULD U DO THIS!!! #RIGHT IN THE FEELS
All I can do is sit here with my mouth open, going “Oh!”
Beautiful, indissectable (not a real word, but in this context, I mean that I am unable to dissect this down to its parts).
BONUS POINTS for never mentioning a name, and not needing to!
This is the kind of memory that would best explain where their pain as a ship truly comes from. Even more sad is that Lestat was so naive to say such a thing, but it sounds perfectly in character. Maybe by saying it, he thought it could be made truth ;A;
That soul-piercing gaze – yes… that’s the Lestat I fell in love with in canon, the one Nicolas fell for, the searing real Lestat stripped of his masks that anyone who falls for the real Lestat falls for, too ❤
“i-want-my-iwtv is one of my favorite blogs on Tumblr. Their posts are hilarious! You can tell how much work the moderator puts into their account. They’re like our fandom cheerleader.”
You sweet anon! Thank u, much appreciate *u*
I am simply tempted to say ‘Damn it, Armand’ here, but that would be too easy, even if it is at least partially truthful.
I enjoy watching him wake. He does not always do this, but if he knows that I was there with him when the death sleep took him, sometimes the first thing that he does upon regaining consciousness is reach for me, or open his eyes to make certain that I am still there or somewhere nearby.
When his voice drops an octave with distraction or desire. Or both. Both at once. That incites a smile of a rather different kind, granted.
If he is learning to get to grips with a new piece of technology or a computer game, the cursing under his breath can be rather charming, if not outright amusing.
One thing, however, that will always work without fail, and always has made me smile: his arms sliding around my waist, his lips at the nape of my neck, and a moment of peace between us under the night sky. Standing in the dark waters near to the edge of Night Island, twined like this with him, nothing has the power to take that moment from us.
Yes, indeed, the VC canon and fandom will hit you #RIGHT IN THE FEELS ;]
Master Wizard of The VC Fandom? Wow, such title, much appreciate! No, I’m just lil ol’ Mater Fabuloso, at your service *curtsies*
There are a few cut scenes/shots or alternate takes on the IWTV DVD, in the trailer for the movie. I’ve pulled a few out as gifs. Here’s a fresh one for you!
1st one is the alternate take, second is the shot used in the movie.
I have asked that myself for years. As far as I know there isn’t one place and none have been released on any DVD or Bluray edition, but I’ve collected many pics over time like this one:
They’re in my #cut scenes tag. That one and these, which you might also like, have stuff from other movies, too:
poodins: I may or may not have been influenced a bit by your one video post…
OMG! This is FAAAABULOUS *flails* *twirls* LIN GET IN HERE AND SETTLE THIS *collapses*
You are asking if I would have loved him if he’d been mortal when I’d met him, I am assuming?
It would be strange to think of such a scenario. At the time in which he came to me, I’d become bitter and cynical about life in itself. I loathed myself with a fierce absoluteness, and I loathed all those that surrounded me because it was easier many nights to experience a sorrow-tinged-fury than it was to just become despondent. I hated those cowards around me that would not put me down and sweep me away from the misery I could not remove myself from. I did not traverse the worst venues in New Orleans because I wanted camaraderie. I wanted to die.
I didn’t have lengthy conversations with many. I cheated and brought on fights. What would Lestat have done, if he’d not been a vampire? Would he have visited me as I drank an ocean of liquor? Would he have met me outside the door? Regardless, I can only fathom that I would have initially ignored him. He wouldn’t have seemed the kind that I wanted. I would not have looked at him and seen my own demise reflected in his eyes.
I’m sure he would have struck a conversation with me, and I would have become angry and ranted in my drunkenness. But then, there presents the question of whether he would have found me interesting enough to keep badgering, if he had not been a vampire? Because it is who he is to not rid himself of the presence of someone he’s become fascinated with. And if that had been the case, I’m sure he would have continued presenting himself as an irritation, day after day, night after night. He would have flirted about in the way only Lestat can. Speaking hypothetically, of course.
It would have infuriated me that he’d felt enough of an attraction to me to not let me be. It would have challenged me, I suppose, to make him hate me, as so many did. I have an immense amount of pride, and even in my darkest moments, that’s never vanished. He would have revived a strange sort of competitiveness in me that I’d not experienced in months. He’d become my norm. I’d find enjoyment in bantering with him, rather than the misery I felt in the bars. He’d be kind to me, and I would think I’d give up my fight eventually, and we would somehow come together. Most likely in a night of high emotion, because that is how the two of us have operated in immortality.
And that’s that. In this strange scenario where we’d both be mortals, I’m sure he would have refueled a fire in me, and I can only imagine that I’d be unable to avoid him. Lestat is inevitable. A reality in which I’d meet him and not love him seems incomprehensible. If there are alternate universes as portrayed in science fiction, I’m positive that I love him in every one of them.
Love?” I asked. “There was love between you and the vampire who made you?” I leaned forward.
“Yes,” he said. “A love so strong he couldn’t allow me to grow old and die. A love that waited patiently until I was strong enough to be born to darkness. Do you mean to tell me there was no bond or love between you and the vampire who made you?
Lestat: “She’s says she’s going to go BLIND-”
Louis: “Sssshh, I got this bb, gimme one min.”
Too cute or what?
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