[9/4/14 11:17:21 PM] Gabrielle/Nicolas: hahaha
[9/4/14 11:17:29 PM] Gabrielle/Nicolas: Oh, you KNOW they had sex ALL the time
[9/4/14 11:17:33 PM] Gabrielle/Nicolas: ALL over New Orleans
[9/4/14 11:17:34 PM] Gabrielle/Nicolas: and that flat
[9/4/14 11:17:36 PM] Burnadette dpdL: FO SHO
[9/4/14 11:17:42 PM] Gabrielle/Nicolas: Can you imagine coming back to it after so long?
[9/4/14 11:17:44 PM] Burnadette dpdL: SECRET HISTORY
[9/4/14 11:17:48 PM] Gabrielle/Nicolas: and, aside from all the haunting memories
[9/4/14 11:17:52 PM] Gabrielle/Nicolas: having all the SEX memories?
[9/4/14 11:17:56 PM] Burnadette dpdL: Yah
[9/4/14 11:18:00 PM] Gabrielle/Nicolas: poor Louis
[9/4/14 11:18:05 PM] Gabrielle/Nicolas: “Oh, THAT bannister”
[9/4/14 11:18:09 PM] Gabrielle/Nicolas: “Mon Dieu”
[9/4/14 11:18:17 PM] Burnadette dpdL: *chortle*
[9/4/14 11:18:35 PM] Gabrielle/Nicolas: “Oh, Lord. THAT bench is still in the courtyard.”
[9/4/14 11:18:37 PM] Gabrielle/Nicolas: “Hm.”
[9/4/14 11:18:52 PM] Burnadette dpdL: Lestat: We could outfit the tub with a showerhead but I dunno Louis, we had such lovely baths, why not keep it authentic?”
[9/4/14 11:18:58 PM] Gabrielle/Nicolas: HAHAHA

chat about all of the “sex memories” Louis must have had when returning to the Rue Royale flat after Lestat renovated it.  (via a-misunderstanding-my-love)

What is your favourite childhood memory?

gorgeous-fiend-blog:

It took a lot of cajoling, but once I persuaded Augustin to sneak out with me in the night to steal leftover cakes from the bakery in the village. We were fairly successful. I say that because while we were able to stuff our pockets full of sweets, we did not anticipate the pair of territorial  rottweilers who sneaked up on us.

God, the destruction we wrought to escape with our heads still attached. Bags of flour spilling everywhere, day-old pastries strewn across the floor, broken glass wear, pans used as shields. We managed to give the dogs the slip and we raced home before anyone could find us. It’s a good thing too. Could you imagine? The baker rushes to see his kitchen in shambles and finds not street urchins, but two little lords stealing from his cabinets.

I laughed the entire way home. Even Augustin, who at once looked at me like I was crazy and was  to blame for all of it, couldn’t hide his amusement.  It was a rare bonding time for us.

chrissydeath:

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Well, I’m sorry my dear cherub – but I couldn’t resist. Again. C:

le-brat-prince:

Interview with the vampire (1994)

#that hat is ginormous #Louis de Pointe du Lac #we are all sorry #except #Lestat #Lestat de Lioncourt #THE VAMPIRE LESTAT #who made you wear that thing #it was either that or some other sicker amusement surely you chose the lesser of two evils

How long did it take for Lestat to start walking as a child?

viaticumforthemarquise:

Oh, Mon Dieu. That child was a terror. He was mobile by approximately four months, a terrifying three months before any of his brothers had been, rolling and crawling as quickly as he could propel himself to do so. 

By six months he was walking and was causing trouble as one could not believe, opening and falling into cupboards, climbing up into trunks (and vanishing until we could find his location via his tearful cries later), and finding his way into every mess and mud puddle and body of water he could locate. 

Keeping him alive was a heroic effort in itself. 

Lestat at Present

askthebratprince:

I’ve been meaning to post a lengthy headcanon about Lestat for awhile now. Specifically, one that involves how he is currently. It all began perhaps a year or so ago when a post came to my attention: an update on our favourite Vampires straight from the author’s mouth. She specifically pointed out that Lestat was alone and not with the others. This seemed out of place to me, since Lestat is quite the social being that craves companionship. So I began to wonder…

Why? Why is he alone? What could have possibly happened that he is now away from Louis, David, Marius, and all the others?

There was only one answer that I could see. Lestat finally must have done something that ended with the others not wanting to have a thing to do with him. Why else would he not be pursuing them in some way?
Since he was turned in Paris, and perhaps even before then, Lestat began digging this metaphorical hole down and away from all those who ever once cared about him. It was as if he was searching for some buried treasure, some prize and would do anything to get to it more expediently. Thus, he never thinks how his actions will affect others. Never. So all his mistakes, all his “adventures” have dug this hole deeper and deeper.

However, there has always been a ladder that was lowered down into this hole, and his friends, companions, and would descend it to try and convince him to, to help him to climb out. First, it was his mother, then Nicolas, then even Armand, and then Marius. Next, it was Louis and then David, who would descend down into this metaphorical hole several times, more than others ever would. Both of them, leaving a lantern, reminded Lestat of what he could have at the surface. If he would just listen to them for once.

Then that something happened. What that something is, I’ve yet to figure out, but whatever Lestat did, it was the straw that broke the camel’s back, as they say. And then his way out of this hole was gone. The ladder was removed, the lantern snuffed out, leaving Lestat with only a fleeting reminder of what was and what could have been: the dim light from the entrance of the hole he had dug himself.

This broke him, no doubt sending him into some kind of mental break, and now he has to find his own way out; to find some way to begin making up for all the wrongs he has done. 

And Lestat does this alone.