Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.
HOUR OF THE WOLF
“It was the worst winter that I could remember, and the wolves were stealing the sheep from our peasants and even running at night through the streets of the village…
So early on a very cold morning in January, I armed myself to kill the wolves one by one.” – The Vampire Lestat
Lestat bungled it with his characteristic lack of common sense.
Louis: (waiting for Lestat to get out of the shower)
Louis: (hears him singing)
Louis: Will you quit singing?
Lestat: What?
Louis: QUIT SINGING. IT’S LAME.
Lestat: MON CHER
Lestat: WHEN I’M IN THE SHOWER, TWO THINGS GET TO BE FREE
Lestat: MY BALLS
Lestat: AND MY SOUL
TRUTH SERUM!
For the next 5 hours, my muse cannot lie about a n y t h i n g.His mouth.
As he himself has described, it is impossibly expressive. It is certainly true that his emotions can be seen in his ever-changing eyes as well, but it is his mouth that he molds so perfectly to his mood.
His smile can charm any man or woman he encounters—myself included—giving him this image of some suave youth that’s holding a mystery you cannot quite grasp, yet so entirely desire. He needs not employ the Mind Gift on any of his victims of the little drink; all that is required is his smile.
Lestat pouts when he is upset or simply wishing to achieve something. He is well aware of how I cannot bare that ridiculously childish look upon his face. When he cannot win me over with that “shit eating grin,” as it would be called, he will pout. I am ultimately a “sucker” for it. I will disregard whatever previously held my attention with a sigh of exasperation before giving him that attention.
When irritated, he will set his lips in the finest line. An argument can be predicted by that stillness.
He can look quite intimidating when angered, which is another matter that he has written of himself. But it is not simply his “generous mouth” which gives that impression, of course. His entire face morphs into a look of rage. It is rare that even I encounter it; we’ve only had such intense fights a handful of times throughout our history.
Ah, but a description would be incomplete without noting all that his mouth is capable of as well. While his grins and pouts might throw me into submission, the way his lips work upon my skin win me over to him completely, of which he is also utterly aware. He will kiss behind my ears, trail down to my neck, whispering this and that all the way. We will share a kiss between one another, sometimes rough, other times slow and passionate, and it is in those moments that I can do nothing but give myself over to him. I ponder then if eternity could be comprised only of his lips upon my every inch of skin.
I can hardly blame those many that fall in love with him. He is, unfortunately, irresistible at times. A true Casanova, Lestat is.
This took me a while because there have been a few romantic nights that stick out to me, but I think above all of them I would have to choose the second night of my second week in Paris with Lestat. We were already pinched for money and my E string had broken — not to mention the fact that we had only enough money for one meal that day and decided not to eat until just before bed. So, Lestat had left to go grab us something to eat before all the shops had closed; I stayed behind because I was in a mood and sulking. But this particular night he took longer than usual, and I became rather irritated. I wondered if he had become distracted by something and not made it to the bakery in time to buy us some bread, at least… and I was anticipating an argument upon his return. But, when he did return, just as I was about to start off on some lecture to chastise him, he presented me not only with bread but also a new string for my violin. Turns out he had spent a lot of time haggling with the baker because he had spent the majority of our funds on a new string for me, to cheer me up. And, I think that was possibly the first real time someone had done something nice… just for me, for Nicolas. And even if it’s not terribly romantic, or anything steamy, it means a lot to me. And yes, for the lot of you still wondering if any kissing or things of the like took place after that.. Yes. But, that’s all you need to know.
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