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.
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Give you unsolicited advce: You should’ve stayed with your husband. You took a vow to never leave him, doesn’t that mean anything to you?
Dying in Paris was infinitely better than dying in the Auvergne.
And no, it does not. That vow was a vow not of my choosing, a coercion from my mother to a man I could not love, who chose to treat me like chattle and violently abuse my youngest son.
My greatest regret regarding him is that Lestat ever found the letters I’d hidden regarding him—to see my son return to his abuser to “rescue” him caused me more pain than I can describe.
This is a serious question: when did you realize that you had romantic feelings for your mother (and don’t say when she was turned because we all know that’s not true)?
First of all, do not tell me what is true and not true.
I feel as though I have answered this question a dozen times as if you all expect my answer to change somehow.
Romantic feelings? That sounds very trite. I do not think she would ever appreciate the…bond, shall we say, that we have with one another to be described as such. It is much more profound than that, always has been.So when can I say it first started? Well, at my birth, I suppose.
To see this question continuously asked is infuriating.
Both Lestat and I have, as he said, answered it time and time again.
“Romantic” is a terribly pedantic way of describing how I feel towards my son. Romance is a box in which you can easily place us and point fingers, isn’t it? How easy for you, how slow and simple your lives must be. How utterly boring.
I have described my life in the Auvergne to those who have cared to listen. I have described how it changed when Lestat was born. I have explained how it was to be trapped, to be beaten, to be raped and treated like a mare whose very spirit must be broken at all costs. To have one small life come into that hell hole, one person who I knew immediately was a part of me in every way, who was not the strangely-wrought men I’d birthed before—this was a revolution and a revelation for which words fail to describe.
Lestat was not only my child, not merely the only colour and breath that existed in that godforsaken corner of the earth. Lestat was and is a part of myself.
This has been made abundantly clear on several instances. To continue to ask is to attempt to assign some paltry and sordid meaning to our relationship that it does not have.
everlastingporcelain hat auf deinen Eintrag geantwortet “do you think that, after so many books by the Coven of the Articulate,…”
yepviaticumforthemarquise replied to your post: do you think that, after so many books by the Coven of the Articulate, some Talamasca Members started shipping the vampires?
//100% yes. This is the beginning of half of their trouble. Just think, if you could meet your OTP, what might happen?
Just imagine 30 pages of elaborate essays on why one pairing is more canon than another with hundreds of references throughout the different books
//OMG No stop, that’s hilarious. Because I’m pretty sure you are correct. They probably have whole sections of the vampire division dedicated to all of this. Long charts of who has fucked who over the centuries…
SPOILER: all lines just lead to Lestat.
SPOILER: all lines just lead to Lestat.
^True facts.
And how psyched was David to get added to that tracking document?! He would never admit to it but you know, deep down, he fangirled over himself/Lestat. At some point. Probably.
Louis memeything by i-want-my-iwtv, Lestat memeything by eternallyfabulousbratlestat [X], inspired by viaticumforthemarquise’s post here.
“These boots are made for walking, and that’s just what they’ll do
one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.”
(“☺ —— A headcanon about my character’s feet.” <— this is sort of a lame question on its own so let me enhance it) Being that you're such an adventurer of unbeaten trails, do you prefer to go barefoot in the jungles, is there a brand of boot you prefer, or do you make your own footwear?
I do not travel the jungle barefoot, though I have done in the past.
The last two centuries have provided amazing advancements in footwear that is meant purely for hiking, climbing, and difficult terrain. I tend to veer towards using boots like these, typically brown ones (though black is fine, too).
I’m pleased to say that, after many Christmases of receiving gowns and jewelry from my son, he seems to have finally caught on (thank you, Louis) and has begun to gift me items I can actually use in the wilds—backpacks, wool socks, coats, durable outer wear, and boots.
I actually tend to enjoy military issue, as they tend to hold up longer under stress than any commercial brand.
☼ —— A headcanon about my character’s smile.
ooc; I’m answering this in third person b/c it’s easier on my psyche. =)
Gabrielle’s smile is a rare thing. Unlike many people, it cannot be brought on by children or baby animals. She isn’t known for smiling, as has been well-documented, and often leads to many in the coven seeing her as a cold, inhuman creature who (as Armand has put it) cannot even remember what it was to be human.
But, as Lestat can tell you, she does smile. And while it is rare, when one can make her smile, or even laugh, it’s as dazzling as her son’s. One might even note (and even fewer are aware of this, though I’d guess that Louis knows it, and possibly David) that Lestat inherited his smile from her.
What makes her smile?
Wit—the more dry or acerbic, the better.
Irony.
Exceptionally well-timed cruelty towards someone she despises.
Lestat.
‘“I want to know, for example, why beauty exists,” she said, “why nature continues to contrive it, and what is the link between the life of a tree and its beauty, and what connects the mere existence of the sea or a lightning storm with the feeling these things inspire in us? If God does not exist, if these things are not unified into one metaphorical system, then why do they retain for us such symbolic power? Lestat calls it the Savage Garden, but for me that is not enough. And I must confess that this, this maniacal curiosity or call it what you will, leads me away from my human victims. It leads me into the open countryside, away from human creation. And maybe it will lead me away from my son, who is under the spell of all things human.”’ -Gabrielle de Lioncourt, The Vampire Lestat
https://open.spotify.com/track/3OT3Kg4jyVkdZm4Ncz6JgX?plead=please-dont-download-this-or-our-lawyers-wont-let-us-host-audio
viaticumforthemarquise said: //I’m sorry, but we all know that “Poker Face” is one of Louis’ songs.
AGREED.
I-want-my-IWTV 