Guys, I really miss Gabrielle’s voice, but I feel like there isn’t much happening in the RP world, and all my dashes are so dead that getting anyone besides Lestat to talk is a freaking pain.
Anyone want to plot? Ideas? Just want to annoy Gabrielle? Please go for it.
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’“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
She’s beauty and she’s grace she’ll slap Lestat in the face
ooc; Gabrielle de Lioncourt (via viaticumforthemarquise)
*flails* YOU’RE BACK! welcome! *attack hugs*
//FINALLY. Oh, Gabrielle. It’s like putting on your favourite coat and finding out it’s still worn and soft in all the right places. -sighs-
takemetocoffin-or-losemeforever: The good side of pronouncing Lestat in the non-Germanic way is that you can make stupid puns with the determiner “les” in French. And that’s priceless.
More seriously, since I saw the movie before reading the books, I pronounce the final “T” of Lestat, while it’s usually not the case in French. So, theoretically, in modern French, the pronunciation would be something like “lesta”. But it sounds kinda silly, and there is an awful lot of exceptions to the “t” rule. Furthermore, “Lestat” hugely looks like the Occitan word “estat”, prononced “S-taT”. And guess where Occitan, an old language still used nowadays, is spoken? In south France, which include Auvergne. So, in a very twisted way, “LestaT” as an old french name is making sense. At least if you accept the idea that “the state” is a decent name for a person.
OuO very informative.
AR says it was a typo of Lestan, “Le,” French for “The,” + “Stan” for her husband, Stan Rice, and the typo with the “T” stuck. In a way, Uncle Lestan is actually how AR intended his name to be.
In canon, Lestat explains in Blackwood Farm that his name is just the first letters of his siblings’ names:
“What an unusual name, Lestat,” she returned. “Does it have a meaning?”
“None whatsoever, Madam,” Lestat answered. “If memory serves me right, and it does less and less, the name’s compounded of the first letter of each of my six older brothers’ names, all of whom – the brothers and their names – I grew up to cheerfully and vigorously despise.”
^This could work, but we only know one of his brother’s names, Augustin.
Discussing this with viaticumforthemarquise-archive… maybe Augustin (or one of Lestat’s brothers) told him that just to hurt his feelings, like “YOU ARE SO WORTHLESS THAT AT BIRTH OUR PARENTS COULD ONLY MUSTER THE CREATIVITY TO TAKE A LETTER FROM EACH OF OUR NAMES” *SLAPS*
Lestat: *screaming internally*
They told him this at a young age … and he never questioned it ;A;
I liked this headcanon for Lestat’s naming, by viaticumforthemarquise-archive.
“viaticumforthemarquise was one of the best Gabrielle portrayals I’ve ever seen. They gave life to a character that Anne’s sometimes neglected. Prior to their RP, I’d never considered Gabrielle/Bianca as a ship. Their threads with everlastingporcelain made me ship it. I also adored all of Gabrielle’s no-nonsense approaches to Lestat and Louis. Them deleting their blog was a loss to the community. :(”
The Vampire Chronicles Aesthetic: Gabrielle De Lioncourt
“We write our own fairy tales, my love,” I said, “The lesson in this is that nothing can destroy what you are now. Every wound will heal. You are a goddess.”
“And the goddess thirsts.” She said.
“What are you waiting for, the church to pronounce it a miracle?”
I know that in the movie that Louis (when he was human) had a wife who dies in childbirth. Is there any other info on Louis’ wife. I’m just curious with the fact that Louis had a wife and was expecting to have a baby and be a father.
Ah, good question! WELL HAVE I GOT A TEENSY BIT OF INFO FOR YOU.
In the IWTV script of April ‘92, 2nd draft (btw there are a number of cut lines and scenes that are in there, too), there is the mention of her name, and the child’s name:
Beyond that, no, I don’t have any other info… I also can’t recall any fanfic that honors that wife situation, bc most fanfic seems to work more from book!IWTV w/ the death of Louis’ brother Paul.
P.S. I think the wife’s name is Dianne bc HELLO Anne Rice. Die Anne? Maybe?
P.P.S. Is Jean Marie a girl? One RPer offered Lestat’s middle names to be “Christophe Marie,” so, not sure that “Marie” needs to be a girl’s name.
Snow: November 7th, 1760
She’d been looking out the window for hours, book balanced upon her belly, when the first pains came. By now, she knew not to panic, that there would be time before anything of consequence might happen. She did not bother to call the girl to her rooms to help her, but set the book down beside her and placed her hands upon her swollen belly, closing her eyes against the cutting tremors.
It was cold for November, far colder than it should have been. The ice in the bowl in her room had to be broken each morning so she might rinse her face, the frosty water underneath turning her fingertips blue with cold.
The contractions increased faster than she’d been prepared for—this child was a month before its time, eager to arrive in the world, and she knew already that it had little patience. When the midwife found her way into the bedroom (called for by the girl who’d heard her groans), she was already in a deep squat near the fire. The older woman made quick work of her clothing, removing much of it so that she stood before the flames, her swollen breasts resting upon her naked belly, her hands down between her legs and touching the crown of the child’s head.
Her heart pounded as he slid from her body: another boy, another disappointment. But he was so small; that was all she noticed as the girl took him to clean him off, the water now warmed over the fire, his body pink underneath the smears of blood and white.
It was only then, after the placenta had also exited her, that she noticed once more the chill in the air, the gooseflesh upon her skin. The old woman wrapped her in a dressing gown after gently wiping off her thighs, her purple and bruised flesh, leading her to bed and pulling blankets and furs up around her.
“Wait.”
One word she uttered as the girl started to take the infant out of the room, his mouth wide with cries. The girl muttered something about the wet nurse, but she shook her head, her arms stretching out for him.
As that wide mouth latched upon her nipple, she sighed. He was different in her arms than the others had been. And, though he was tiny and wrinkled as any other newborn, she knew with one look that he would favour her—unlike so many of the others.
Her eyes wandered to the window, her fingers trembling as she held him.
It had begun to snow.
Lestat, sorry to burst your bubble, but Bruce Springsteen is now 65. Might be past turning age.
♛ Well time is running out, then! Each day that ticks by is one too many *begins searching for an agent contact for Springsteen for a private performance*
The Dark Gift does work wonders on people of a certain age, ma petite fleur. Mother Gabrielle was quite physically improved in at least one area that I devoted no small amount of description to… in color and shape and size, her “girls” improved! I could go on, of course, but you’ve seen her, you know her beauty is second to none. (ooc; paging viaticumforthemarquise <3)
I also find that older gentlemen bring something to the table that the bright-eyed and taut-fleshed of youth lack; these others have a sensual comfort in their own skin, a deeper rumbling in their voices, and more, earned through a lifetime of experience.
I won’t go into the further romantic advantages in detail, but suffice it to say, David missed out on a grand-little-adventure-within-our-adventure. His loss, entirely, to deny sharing himself with me in that way. Fortunately, he has made it up to me, (and continues to do so) over time >;} (ooc; paging the-gentleman-chronicler <3)
I-want-my-IWTV 