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Andi let go of the bottle of Absolut and brought up the highball glass, positioning it on the cherry counter while absentmindedly searching for the Belvedere. “Great, I have a stalker- that’s something to write home to mother about.” She said the last part sarcastically, as she took the bottle of Belvedere from its perch on the mirror backed wall behind the bar counter.

“How am I interesting to you that you would consider to trail me? The single greatest experience I’ve had is meeting Keith Moon…” not bothering to finish her sentence, she bent down to open the refrigerator, and pulled out the orange juice. “…but he’s a Courvoisier man. He saves the orange juice for Jimmy Page.”

♛

“Aren’t you at least a little bit flattered?” Lestat smirked up at her. “This is my city, you know, it can only handle so many of us… ” He idly traced a pattern on the wet counter, reminded of another life when the slender fingers of brooding young man, face cast in shadow, drew Paris in such a manner.

“I had to decide whether to let you stay. You’ve done well, clearing the city of a few more bad apples that I hadn’t yet found.” He clasped his hands, leaning forward.

“Keith Moon… Jimmy Page…” he let out a ragged sigh. “If only I’d have ‘woken up’ sooner I might have met them myself. I must admit, I’m somewhat jealous that you did.”  

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♛ “I’ll have a Screwdriver, Miss Andi-Lee.” Lestat asked the vampire behind the bar, when she finally noticed him. He had plucked her name from her mind, but had not perused further. Marius must have found something very unique about this one to have turned her, that much he had also discerned, but why did she seem to emanate the loneliness of being completely on her own in the world now? It was intriguing and Lestat was curious, his chin on his hand as he gazed up at her with more than a little childlike amusement at her startled expression.

‘Did he seriously call me Andi-Lee? How the hell does he know my name,’ Andi questioned herself internally. She slowly reached down and grasped a bottle of Absolut vodka and a highball glass. “What kind of vodka do you want in that?”

She cursed her luck, seeing his hair, wishing that her friend would have left hers that almost white-blonde color that this immortal was rocking. What was he doing in a place like this? It’s not like anyone was selling chemically enhanced baking soda in the back room. She’d killed the last supplier two weeks ago.

♛ Oh, she was precious! How easily flustered and colorful… a tropical bird. He could feel the whirlwind of thoughts in her mind, but gave her the space to choose which line of questioning to pursue. Her polite envy of his hair wasn’t lost on him, however, and he gave it a little playful toss. 

So lost in these thoughts, he’d left her question unanswered too long!

“Belvedere would be fine, actually." Lestat wouldn’t drink this, but it had a hint of vanilla, which, when mixed with the citrus, was pleasant to smell before he might hand it away to a deserving patron.

"You’re wondering why I’m here. I followed you.” This was true; he had seen her about, was she a vampiric actress? The choice of clothes and hairstyle were not a costume but appeared to be her nostalgia for the time in when she’d been alive, a time he’d cursed himself for missing when he had been healing his wounds underground.

Lestat & Corsets

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romanchronicles:

So, we all remember that in “The Vampire Lestat” Gabrielle kills a boy solely for his more comfortable clothing, and Lestat does not protest.

Possible explanation why:

OwO *needs to sit down and have a hot tea*

…intriguing headcanon >;}

We know that Lestat is more effeminate than a normal French man would already be. So, perhaps, when he was younger, if he was wearing a nightgown he could be mistaken for a svelte female. Of course, with six older brothers, he must have done something to upset them, like a prank, and therefore, they decided to exact some sort of revenge.

So, a number of days later, it rained, and Lestat was taking care of the horses (because the de Lioncourts are poor) and he happened to slip in the mud. Of course, when he goes back into the “castle” his brothers decide to “help” him. They get his dirty clothes off and draw him a bath, while a couple of them scurry off to get him some new clothes. Unbeknownst to Lestat, they grab some clothes from Gabrielle’s room, including a corset. Then they return to the bathroom and help Lestat get dressed in his normal clothes. Then a couple of his brothers overpower him while another two force him into the corset. Then, they begin to tighten it, and they aren’t very nice about it either. It’s almost bone crushingly tight.

Of course, Lestat is doubled over in pain, and all six of his brothers leave. A chair is place in front of the door, under the doorknob, so Lestat is locked in. He isn’t found until the next morning, and his luck still isn’t good. When his father finds out that his son was in a corset, all hell breaks loose and Lestat is punished severely.

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