I just know you all are as excited as I am.
Mark it in your calendars, darlings; start your “Prince Lestat”countdown today.
#This is going to be the end of me this furor over this book holy hell
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Envy
//(again, I was going to write drabble responses to these but muse = deadsville for now)
Secretly, there will always be a part of Gabrielle that wishes she was not a mother. That, in gaining immortality, she could have lost that title and all of the responsibilities (even if they need only be attended to every few years) that drag behind it. She would prefer to walk the earth never needed, never desired out of need or love, and with no allegiance to anyone beyond herself.
She hates herself as much as Lestat for that need, as she cannot stop herself from loving him, from coming (eventually) when he calls, and from rushing to his side when he is in danger or wounded.
But nothing would make her happier than for that need to be severed, on both their ends.
And nothing would break her heart more.
#Right in the Feels
“Her generation, with Touch-Tone phones. Big deal! I can write with a quill pen in a flurry of curlicues you wouldn’t believe; let’s see her do that. And I don’t spill a drop of ink on the parchment, either.” – Lestat de Lioncourt, Blood Canticle
Marius, you turned your back on me. that came as no surprise, really. You were always the teacher, the parent, the high priest. I don’t despise you for it. But Louis! My Louis, I could never deny you anything, and you turned me away!
Lestat (via unionthesalmon)
unionthesalmon tagged it:
#lestat has problems the book
#vampire chronicles
#when does lestat not have problems
#lestat walks hand in hand with problems right into a problem
#then he adopts that problem and raises it and the problem stabs him in the back
#Accurate
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Hahaha omg! I think he’s referring to Lestat’s lines:
When Lestat would ask me ta read his ass thangs, I would sometimes git so annoyed dat I would deliberately tell his ass tha lyrics meant suttin’ straight-up different from what tha fuck was freestyled — fo’ fun. I aint talkin’ bout chicken n’ gravy biatch. Because da thug would believe anythang I ‘read’ ta his muthafuckin ass. I don’t be thinkin he eva straight-up figured it out, either.
“I wasn’t the lead, but I was the young lover, a sort of Lelio again really, which was almost better than the lead, and I stole every scene in which I appeared. Nicolas had taught me the part, bawling me out constantly for not learning to read. And by the fourth performance, the playwright had written extra lines for me.”
Tengo tan mala memoria…
AHAHAHAHHAHAHA HAHAHAHHAHA HAHAHAHHAHAHA YESSSSS! THIISSSSS!!!
//Rough Translation//
Louis: Lestat, (do) you love me? Say it, please.
Lestat: Of course I do, Nicolas, I mean… Louis.
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I-want-my-IWTV 