“Had thrown over custom and
respectability and any hope of court ambitions, of which he had none anyway since he
couldn’t even read or write, and was too insulting to wait on any King or Queen, who
became a wild blond-haired celebrity of the boulevard gutter theatricals, a lover of
men and women, a laughing happy-go-lucky blindly ambitious self-loving genius of
sorts.”
“[Louis’] cocky insolent maker”
“Comprising everything you could ever possibly want to know about him
and some of us.”
“The most bold and disregarding dusty vagabond
on occasion, loner, wanderer, heart-breaker and wise guy, dubbed the “Brat Prince”
by my old Master-yes, imagine it, my Marius, yes, my Marius, who did indeed
survive the torches of the Roman Coven-dubbed by Marius the “Brat Prince,” though
in whose Court and by whose Divine Right and whose Royal Blood I should like to
know.”
“Almost destroyed the world.”
“Maddening and fascinating and intolerably annoying,”
“So much for him.”
Louis
“He remained with me because he had to do it. It was the only way that he could go on
existing, and for death he has never had the courage, and never will.”
“Very human,
weak, having lived only two hundred years, unable to read minds, or to levitate, or to
spellbind others except inadvertently, which can be hilarious, an immortal with whom
mortals fall in love.”
“Easy to
track and easy to abandon,”
“Will not make others after his tragic blunders
with vampiric children,”
“Dusty Louis”
Claudia
“Who among us is going to let me be silent on the
matter of Claudia, the child vampire whom I am accused for all time by all of having
destroyed?”
“I never loved her. I didn’t know how.”
Daniel
“Sometimes an intolerable nuisance,”
“Equipped with my powerful blood, he can contend with
any who should be foolish enough to interrupt his plans for an evening, a month or a
year, but he cannot contend with my continuous company, and I cannot contend with
his.”
Gabrielle
“Gabrielle. She’s around now.”
“Everyone hates her.”
“Abandons [Lestat] for centuries, and somehow doesn’t
manage to heed Lestat’s periodic and inevitable frantic cries for help, which though
she could not receive them, being his fledgling, could certainly learn of them from
other vampiric minds which are on fire with the news round the world when Lestat is
in trouble.”
“A vampire so cunning and cold that she has forgotten what it ever meant
to be human or in pain. Indeed, I think she forgot overnight, if she ever knew it.”
“Something more akin
to a prehistoric reptile than a human.”
“Gabrielle, virtually useless to anyone but herself. Some night
she’ll say something to someone, I suppose.”
Pandora
“I don’t know her.”
“Seems
too beautiful to hurt anyone.”
“She seems harmless.”
Santino
“Silent and without apology for the credos
he had stuffed down my throat in the year 1500 before I was sent north to Paris.”
“He says nothing to anyone.”
“He looks at me silently
as if we never talked together of theology and mysticism, as if he never broke my
happiness, burnt my youth to cinders, drove my Maker into century-long
convalescence, divided me from all comfort.”
“At times he looks shrewd and even hateful.”
“Where he actually lives, and when he will surface,
nobody knows.”
“We keep a gentlemanly distance from
one another.”
Marius
“It is like a glacier between us,”
“Neither microscopes nor
computers shake his faith in the infinite, though his once solemn charges-Those Who
Must Be Kept, who held such promise of redemptive meaning-have long been toppled
from their archaic thrones.”
“Enough of him.”
David
“Assaulted by
your closest of friends, the loving monster, the vampire who would have you as his
fellow traveler in eternity whether or not you gave him leave,”
“You dress with high
vanity”
“You look at me as though your
curiosity will put me off guard, when nothing of the sort is true.”
“Hurt me and I’ll destroy you. I don’t care how strong you are, or what blood Lestat
gave you. I know more than you do.”
“Because I show you my pain, I do not of
necessity love you.”
TLDR: What Armand thinks of everyone
Lestat: Dumb asshole that nearly killed everyone.
Louis: Weak and can’t do anything, bless his heart.
Claudia: No one will shut up about how I killed Claudia. Yeah, I mutilated her, but she needed to go.
Daniel: I can’t stand him anymore.
Gabrielle: Useless cold-hearted reptile bitch that everyone hates.
Pandora: Seems pretty chill and harmless?
Santino: Destroyed my entire life and acts as if nothing ever happened. Rude.
Marius: Acts so perfect, actually isn’t.
David: I will not hesitate to fucking annihilate you cause you’re nothing compared to me.
Now tell me Armand isn’t the saltiest vampire out of the coven….
i imagine louis does a pretty spot on lestat too although no one knows it, but one day he does it in front of everyone and they’re all just staring at him bc they thought he was ~above~ all of this lol
Marius can only do a spot on Marius
I mean let’s be fair to Marius, he can probably do an amazing Enkil.
Wouldn’t you just, like, sit very still? For millenia?
(only Khayman can judge Marius’ Enkil impression but he never does)(bc Khayman is a cinnamon roll)(Khayman’s impressions suck but are very charming anyway)
Lost Photographs from Daniel’s Missing Luggage, or,
Glimpses of an Unlife
I’m taking stupid photos at SFO when all the televisions flash red for breaking news. Jeez, I think, another bombing or political scandal. We’re being warned about graphic footage. Huh. New York’s getting two more inches of snow. Well, that sucks.
I must be dreaming, because his face—that’s Armand’s face on the screen!
This is wrong.
The footage is shaky and I can feel the panic threading its way through my body as I watch, helpless, when he screams something at the plaza. Even though I don’t know what’s going on, I know it’s him. It’s the way his hair curls when there’s snow on it, and it’s when—it’s wh—
New York’s getting two more inches of snow and, and they won’t—everyone is staring at me. Everyone, and they—it’s just two more inches of snow in New York. Have I fucked up? Did someone see my fangs—New York’s getting two more inches of snow and the footage keeps looping. I’m being yanked backwards and someone’s shoved me onto my knees and the floor slams into my jaw and suddenly I hear screaming.
It’s me. I’m screaming. Daniel Molloy is now screaming at Gate 7. Daniel Molloy is now screaming at Gate 7. They’re cuffing me and I can’t—
“FUCKING—TURN IT OFF!” I scream at them in ugly, gulping sobs, and someone gags me with a leather strap and one of them figures it out and tries to call on his walkie talkie but they won’t turn me away I can’t look away that’s not what he’s supposed to look like he doesn’t like the cold but now he’s burning.