Okay but like Brett Scallions for Lestat, and let me tell you that this man can SING, and he has unbelievable stage presence. Also, intensely hot.
I saw him in 1996 (I think?). He was/is the lead singer for Fuel, and they were opening for 3 Doors Down, and he was WAY more of a performer than the entirety of 3DD. He CLIMBED THE SCAFFOLDING TO TAKE A SELFIE WITH SOMEONE ON THE BALCONY. Very #Lestatuesque thing to do.
In the beginning of the show he warned the audience: “I spit alot, I’ll try not to spit on you, but just so you know, first rows are splash zone.” I was further back, near the middle of the audience. For the most part he turned to the side to spit, but occasionally, did spit on the audience. They seemed to like it.
♛You’re not yet 20 years old? There is plenty of time for you! There is no rush. Appreciate the other flowers blooming in the garden around you, let their happiness be your happiness. See if you can learn from their example.
There is an awful pressure in this modern age that is similar to the pressure of my mortal years, that being single is somehow considered as “a failure” or “missing out.” I can’t agree with this judgment, and I hope you don’t either.
I have been in enough relationships to tell you that they are wonderful, but they are not all rainbows and
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all the time. It’s a part-time job! It takes effort! Being in a relationship is not an end point, it’s the beginning of a shared chapter with someone.
But I won’t lie to you, you might not ever find love. Or it may be right around the corner. Who can tell?
Let go of any feelings of inadequacy for this, if you feel it. Too many people think of life as a series of required chapters or items on a checklist that must be accomplished, and therefore, the failure to achieve them implies a failure in you.
Absolutely not so. “Failure.” “Success.” Let go of society’s narrow definition of these concepts. It’s far worse to settle for having someone in your life who goes through the motions of loving you, but doesn’t. Someone you don’t love. Someone you project your fantasies onto. Someone you want so badly to love you the way you need to be loved. So many people fall into this trap; locked to someone they end up despising sooner or later.
All the loves of my life were found when I pushed past my comfort zone.* One thing is certain, love won’t find you if you close yourself off from the possibility and opportunity. I found Louis in pursuit of keeping my diet strictly evildoer, and there he was, too dignified to do it himself, throwing himself to the wolves in the hopes that they would slay him. Something led me there, among all the other dens of sin I might have gone to that night. Did fate lead me to him? I like to think so.
*Not that I have much of a comfort zone to begin with *shrugs*
You are whole as you are. Look at your triumphs in this life, look how far you’ve come. Look where you want to go, what you want to do. Give yourself some love.
♛You’re asking for quite a lot, ma petite! Have you been Nice enough for such a bounty? I wish I could just give it all to you without hesitation, but there’s still time for you to switch to the Naughty list, and then all these gifts would have been ill-given *winks*
If you’re asking for such extravagant things, you sound like you have a wonderful life as it is! Take a moment to reflect on that. Not everyone has that luxury.
Best friends don’t usually come gift-wrapped and bound in ribbons, you do have to earn them, you know… but sharing my adventures with you, although mostly one-sided, is that not a form of friendship already? I always felt that it was. Immortality does not increase the number of hours in a night and I just can’t physically be present to as a best friend with everyone *frowns.* My books are extensions of me, so give them a hug, I’ll feel it *smiles.*
… Or better yet, reach out to someone who also loves my books, even someone who prefers Armand over me (how dare anyone prefer him over me), and they could be the best friend you seek *hugs*
lol no, Ricean vampires don’t actually need to sleep in coffins.
[Lestat’s about to read Louis the bedtime story “Go the F*ck to Sleep”]
They do sleep in coffins in IWTV, tho, bc what they do need is complete protection from sunlight, and from anyone who might disturb them during the day. NOLA had those huge French windows everywhere, lots of sunshine in every room 😉
The deathsleep takes them and they’re powerless against it; when the sun is up, the vampires are down.
♛I bare my soul to you so thoroughly and so often for so very long and you want to put me on medication *sigh*
[X] My initial reaction is offense, you’re right about that, but I know you meant it in good faith. Perhaps it’s because Armand has suggested it so many times as an insult, and I detest that there’s a connotation that anyone “on pills” or “seeing a shrink” is somehow lesser for doing these things. Who the f&ck decided that wearing glasses to improve one’s vision was acceptable but needing extra chemicals to improve one’s brain functions was somehow an indication of being some kind of, I don’t know, freak of nature?! Oh right, wearing glasses will get you bullied, too *tosses up hands*
Here’s the thing that I maybe failed to convey to you or that some of you chose to misread.
I grew up with neglect and physical abuse on a regular basis. Directly proportional to any time I wanted to strike out and try to find what any child craves – affection, love, support. I had so little of those things. I starved for them. Do you know what it’s like to have to sit at the dinner table and be polite to someone sitting at the head of the table who less than an hour ago beat you to the ground, your face on the cold stone floor, and ridiculed you for crying about it? You’re wearing bruises from it, you have some bandages, you taste your own blood in your mouth from your split lip with each bite of the food that YOU brought home to this person? Trying not to shake or cry. This person who asks you to play chess with him after dinner as if nothing happened?
this is one perfect, powerful, gut wrenching introspection on the character and thank the Gods for Coven Leaders like @i-want-my-iwtv for being here and giving us posts like this one.
Another fanart of Lestat from the Vampire Chronicles. We drew it something like 15 years ago and the pic was taken with a camera from the original drawing… sorry for the bad resolution. ^^ Hope you like it all the same!
There’s two times in IWTV that Lestat says he just wanted to talk to Louis post-swamping.
1. “There’s something I must tell you… about that night in the swamp.“
^Lestat says this to Louis in Paris, at the Theatre des Vampires, re: smtg Lestat had wanted to tell Louis the night Louis and Claudia put him in the swamp, seemingly dead.
Neither of them ever bring it up again, but my guess would be that it had smtg to do with the feeling Louis had when he put Lestat in the swamp. In the book, he walks into the muck w/ Lestat’s body, going far from shore, and feels a pulling, like he should go down with the body:
“I felt a pull suddenly, as if some force were urging me to go down with him, to descend into the dark water and never come back. It was so distinct and so strong that it made the articulation of voices seem only a murmur by comparison. It spoke without language, saying, `You know what you must do. Come down into the darkness. Let it all go away.‘”
Being maker and fledgling, they technically cannot read eachother’s thoughts, so maybe, in this extremely emotional moment, Lestat was able to pierce that veil to cry out for Louis in the only way he could ;A; Or maybe it was just Louis feeling guilty about, idk, helping kill his own maker!!!
Hit the jump for more, cut for length.
2. “ ‘I wanted to talk to you so much,’ he said. `That night I came home in the Rue Royale I only wanted to talk to you!’… `I went to Paris after you…’ ”
^At the end of IWTV, when Louis finds a very decrepit (but not dying, Louis says “dying” but it’s emotionally dying, not physically) Lestat, Lestat insists he just wanted to talk to Louis the night he dragged his soggy butt out of the swamp and back to the Rue Royale, but it seems to refer to what he said in Paris, smtg about the swamp.
[^What a bittersweet moment in movie!IWTV, that “final” meeting before Louis goes to SF to find some cute guy to tell his life story to.]
Based on the fact that Lestat wrote an entire book in response to IWTV, he most likely wanted to tell Louis EVERY SINGLE THING that was in that book. It’s Lestat’s backstory, everything else he couldn’t tell Louis during the 65ish years they were together in NOLA, and most importantly, WHY he couldn’t tell him any of those things.
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