So, according to the Inktober list by @monstersinthecosmos, this is day 1: Cosplaying another vampire.
Started as a sketch now is kind-of-a-comic of Daniel cosplaying as Armand in the Interview With The Vampire film, while real the Armand complains about how he does not looks like Antonio Banderas AT ALL. I added the dialog, I don’t know if you all would prefer the clean version with only the drawing (let me know!).
Anyway, I found this imaginary situation hilarious, with the black wig badly worn (because Daniel).
It is always tempting to draw Lestat in a 1970s outfit but I went for Santino and his long dark hair. I used @desanctii ’s FC as a reference and an actual 1970s outfit from an old fashion editorial.
And of course, let’s not forget that deeeeeeeep V neckline.
I know it’s only the 3rd day BUT I’m falling in love again with my black and red inks.
What I consider “special” might seem mundane to others. This year, I was grateful to have Lestat with me, as there were many years without him. Each year he asks me what I wish for, what physical objects he can give, places we might go. He wants to know if I want a coven gathering or to just keep to ourselves. I usually choose the latter, but I receive cards to our P.O. box from the coven from all over the world. How do they know it’s my birthday? I’ve never even met some of them.
Every year I’ve been able to do so, I tell him I’m content to just have him with me.
Despite my reticence to ask for anything, he always finds an object that has some meaning to me, perhaps an early edition of a favorite novel with the author’s notations, or he will make a “happening” in which we awaken to a string quartet playing works from one of my favorite composers in our candlelit courtyard. He won’t force me to dance; we curl up together in a rattan chaise, with pillows and plush blankets, to enjoy the music.
After that, he sometimes blindfolds me and we take flight to some other destination. This year, we went to Portland’s Rose Test Garden in Oregon. Roses of so many different colors and scents, some more like citrus, others more like honey… it was a truly unique experience.
We stayed there in the garden for two nights, where I expressed my appreciation to him. I won’t go into more detail on that. Some nights, we sleep in the dirt, as if we were a part of nature. Lestat gently excavated me on the second night, waking up with the film of good clean dirt was almost like a rebirth. Seeing his face with the backdrop of the starry night sky, his hands carefully wiping my face clean as he spoke gentle words to me, that was a special gift.
I have this headcanon about Daniel and Armand trolling the Club Kid scene in the early 90′s, before they broke up. If I had more time I’d show you that Armand was wearing black wings and had electrical tape on his nipples and a ton of body glitter and was rolling his eyes because Daniel was just being a complete nuisance.
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