i-want-my-iwtv and duendology having a conversation…and then this “golden
observationmoment” comes
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duendology replied to your post:
“Seldom did I see my feet in blac…
So he wears white socks then? 😛 rainbow ones? no socks? Is he a man in tights? 😛
TIGHTS YES! Lestat would be totes comfy in tights, from his acting days.
IDK I bet his sock drawer is loaded with silk, glitter, toed socks, tall stripey rainbow socks, etc., all manner of which to cover up his apparent small-foot shame.
Thank Mater for bringing this up. Who else would describe a vampire’s socks and/or foot-size insecurity??
Seldom did I see my feet in black socks. I knew almost nothing personally about my feet. They looked rather small for the twenty-first century. Bad luck. But six feet was still a good height.
Lestat de Lioncourt, Blood Canticle
Because I saw it on your blog, I am now going to use the ouisense joke.
Pfffft so am I, bitch-dont-scream hit French Dad comedy gold on that one ;]
[Because you brought it up again, I am now going to use it in a memeything]
“I’m Lestat,” I said in a low voice. “Your Lestat. I’m the same Lestat you’ve always known, and no matter how I’m changed, I’m still that same being.”
“I know,” he said warmly.
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.” (Lestat and Louis in Prince Lestat, by
Anne Rice)
I fucked up with the eye so i drew an eyepatch; but a crying lestat for @honey-in-the-sunshine
That totally works for his return from Hell in MtD, though!
One is the loneliest number, whoa-oh, worse than two!
It’s just no good anymore since you went away!
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