“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.” – Armand, IwtV.
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Fuck, marry, kiss: the Venetian Threesome; Marius, Armand, and Bianca?
FUCK, MARRY, KISS. SEND ME 3 NAMES.
Fuck: Oh, mon Dieu. Do I have to pick one? Bianca.
Marry: Marius. But that’s very, very messed up–just so we’re clear.
Kiss: Armand. With a chair. To his face.
Lestat, don’t patronize the tiny beast. 😦
I can’t remember why I started drawing this but now it’s gonna be the cover for a fanmix I may finish /wiggles out of commitment
Lestat/Armand was never a ship I thought about when I was younger idk but older me recognizes it as Good.
ooc; Someone shared this on Facebook and omg
This was a ride from start to finish. CRISPY CRITTER INDEED.
Free Pass: So. Was it really the blood of Christ, or were we both mad?
Oh Lestat.
I don’t know. I still think about it, perhaps more frequently than you imagine. The things I saw in the blood, the things I felt… the awe and the terror. At the time, I believed it may have been real. That having tried to enter the holy of holies and see for myself, I’d been found wanting, and cast aside.
Now… I’m not so sure. It seems hubristic, doesn’t it? To think that such powers would interfere with us? I think that whatever it was that could create such spectacles, could remove you entirely from our ability to sense your presence in the world, it had power, immense power. And perhaps, after all, the being that sought you out was the Devil – I mean to say perhaps it was the entity which through its dealings with man had inspired the idea of the Devil, thousands of years ago. But God? Heaven? Christ?
Call me the puritan fool if you will, but if such divinity exists, I distrust the idea that beings such as ourselves would merit its attention.
Has Armand ever really scared you? Can he now?
vagabonddaniel-recordedarchives:
Are you kidding? Of course he has. I was out of my mind with terror the first time I saw Armand. I knew exactly who he was and what he was capable of. Well, I thought I knew. Turns out I vastly underestimated his capacity for cruelty, but I knew enough to fear for my life. Only an idiot with a death wish wouldn’t have found Armand absolutely horrifying. (Yeah, yeah, I know, many people are convinced I was an idiot with a death wish. Maybe they’re not wrong. But I wasn’t that stupid.)
Seeing him in the crowd, or sitting on the bus, or walking down the street filled me with so much terror that my blood turned to icy slush and I couldn’t breathe. He scared me to death. And I was very, very sure he was going to kill me. Every time I caught even a snatch of red hair or a glimpse of ivory skin, I thought I might die.
So yeah, he scared me beyond words.
Of course, that didn’t last. Things changed pretty quickly. He started to plop down beside me and ask questions, to demand conversation no matter the hour: “Why did man go to the moon again?” “Explain the rules of baseball, Daniel.” “What is a hippy?” And gradually, I stopped being scared. I got lost in the conversations, got sucked in, found myself captivated by this creature whose curiosity and intelligence were unlike anything I’d ever encountered before. God help me, I started to look forward to his appearances, and the fear abated.
Now he has the capacity to frighten me in different ways. I don’t fear him. I do fearing losing him to ash and dust. I fear breaking things so completely between us that there can be no reconciliation, no good terms to be reestablished. I fear making him loathe me down the marrow of his bones so that that hatred can never be eradicated. I fear living in a world without him.
But I am not afraid of him anymore, and never will be again. I know his black heart too well.
Sketchbook pages 1/?
You really do have a thing for flowers lately, don’t you, Old Man?
Pink Lacey Pancakes!
Lavender Tortellini.
Red Snoopy and Woodstock Shrimp Pasta
Blue Egg
Black Smoothie
I-want-my-IWTV 