logs on to read the details of the new lest.at book
>reads that he’s going to russia, as the great monarch of the undead, to speak with the empres-
>unplugs my computer.
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If Anne Rice taught me anything, its that all vampires are lgbt. All of them. Eternity is way too long a time to be a straight cis heterosexual. Its a fact.
It might not be the lesson she was trying to teach, but it is in fact the lesson I learned.
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CHILDCOFFIN. → claudia.
INDIFFERENCE / uncaring or at least the act of such frivolity , of ignorance . QUIET CLAUDIA , quiet your questions , your hopes ! stay pure , STAY EMPTY ; stay the doll they’ve always wanted , BE THE CHAINS that hold louis to him ! how selfish , how human . how pointlessly futile she would EVEN THINK of forgiveness even if he admitted he KNEW NOTHING . knowing nothing was better than this charade , this masquerade ; the ballroom full of masks , of clipped words & colder smiles . oh how he knew how to DIG IN with his words ; poison-tipped claws . NOT A FATHER , NOT A FATHER AT ALL !! ❛ pointless ? yes lestat , anything that is of NO USE to you is pointless . kill me then , so i have to SUFFER YOU NO LONGER ! so you can have the doll you’ve always wanted ! someone who doesn’t ask questions , WHO IS BOUGHT by your material love ! ❜ rage dissipating to nothing , she knew quickly he would always play this game . ❛ i hate you , & you’ll come to realize louis hates you too because YOUR LOVE IS EMPTY . ❜
THE THOUGHT HAS crossed his mind on more than one occasion. to kill her, to rip the life from her body that he so easily had given. it would happen eventually, he knew, even if he sought to postpone it by claiming the dark streets of the ever-growing NEW ORLEANS by painting it with blood. it was only a matter of time before one of the immortals noticed his crime. to make one so young was against their ways. one so helpless, so innocent left CORRUPTED and insatiable. ❝ perhaps i will, then. i gave you life, and i can take it away just as easily. its in my power. not in yours. ❞
but that last sentence makes him laugh, clawed fingers curling to come and rest beneath his chin, index toying with his lower lip. louis, hate him? what a humorous opera spun from her lips. louis depended upon him. his love, his gifts, his cruelty that kept the vampire wanting to feed. of course, lestat was never able to see him do so. for louis, it was an incredibly PRIVATE dining experience. and how badly he wanted to see him k i l l ... ❝ begone. you’re annoying me. your very PRESENCE is annoying me. take your fantasies elsewhere and torment the living, if you must. ❞
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GRAINGERS. → student.
WEEP NOT , SHE IS NOT DEAD . there’s still wildfire upon wise tongue . you still stand in gold and red , the brightest of your age , ivory palms atop oak . your thirst is not quenched , syllables are still brewing in your throat . chin proudly pointed and a smile , almost apologetic , curves lips . ‘ with all due respect , sir , my mindset is completely different than words in textbooks . after all , you did ask for book excerpts . ‘
NOT DEAD. NOT YET. but she would make a most handsome cadaver, were she not so impudent in mindset and thought. ❝ i wasn’t talking about your books, child. ❞ a spindly finger reaches up to tap one of those vampiric claws to his temple, an all-knowing glance spreading from eye to curving lips. ❝ reading thoughts is simple. even the novice can do it from the moment they are given the Dark Gift. ❞
her name is at the tip of his tongue, curved at the forefront of her mind. were he to drink from her, he wonders what sights and sounds would shock him from her memories.
❝ hermione. ❞
and how open and apparent her mind is to him. with thoughts of superiority in the realm of book-smarts and understanding of spell-craft. all useless things to use against him, in fact. but he wouldn’t let that on. to them, he was just another vampire. they would not know that he had taken from the QUEEN herself. would not know that his blood was coursing with enough power to obliterate an entire hoard of maverick vampires. ❝ i could read you a map of your deepest insecurities, if you’d like. ❞
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HE WAS as lost as the children who’d flown to NEVERLAND, swimming in a world of evil and terror that had come from the stars. never had his pampered head felt heavier than with the weight of a CROWN ‘pon it, never had ANNOYANCE deafened his love for beauty, divinity, ETERNITY. would his name be eternally tied now to the vampire tongue? a word caressed by the youngest and very oldest of their kind whilst they took in the luxury of THE BLOOD? and what would he be to them if he, so carelessly, so angrily, walked into the sun? MURDERER. TERROR. DEVIL to them all. what the cherub spoke was true, he knew. Oh, LESTAT, you deserve everything that’s ever happened to you!! (c)
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Interview with the vampire (2/?)
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Oh my! Feels just like I don’t try Looks so good i might die All i know is everybody loves me
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psych-facts
“I don’t think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love.”
(via psych-facts)
GRAINGERS. → student.
‘ A VAMPIRE ——— a magical humanoid , part of the family of beings known as the living dead along with zombies , famous for drinking human blood . they are characterized by their pale complexion and sharp fangs used for puncturing the neck or any other body part and it is said that they can be kept at bay in the presence of garlic . ‘
HIS LAUGH IS icy, dry and humorless. garlic? a fairytale concocted by mean to make them feel safe as they walked the streets too far from churches and too far enveloped in the night. ❝ foolish stereotypes. i’m almost offended. ❞
one hand caresses his hair quite thoughtfully, tangling his fingers within the unkempt curls before letting it fall back to his side. all eyes were upon him! the vampire lestat in the limelight once again. albiet, with a much less desirable audience... ❝ with a mindset like that, you’d be dead as a door-nail. ❞
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HE WAS as lost as the children who’d flown to NEVERLAND, swimming in a world of evil and terror that had come from the stars. never had his pampered head felt heavier than with the weight of a CROWN ‘pon it, never had ANNOYANCE deafened his love for beauty, divinity, ETERNITY. would his name be eternally tied now to the vampire tongue? a word caressed by the youngest and very oldest of their kind whilst they took in the luxury of THE BLOOD? and what would he be to them if he, so carelessly, so angrily, walked into the sun? MURDERER. TERROR. DEVIL to them all. what the cherub spoke was true, he knew. Oh, LESTAT, you deserve everything that’s ever happened to you!! (c)
You ain't slick lester delicourt
*stuffing salami down my pants* je dois partir.
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VIDUAMOR → natasha.
CRIMSON EMBODIED, a red surpassing the devil’s burn, a red that makes roses wither in SHAME. she has been a storm all these years, a gale of sanguine bursting in cherries on clean white cloth, droplets of blood on snow ———- & she does bleed for him. her throat is ichor - stained, cheeks flushed rouge with heat, heart DRUMMING its sound, all as he shows his princely, monstrous affection, & fulfills her simple request so easily.
❝ oui, oui ——– ❞ eyes fall closed, her head thrown back against the chaise, body arching against his touch like a drawn bow, & she HALF HISSES / HALF GROANS as his claws dig into the softness of her flesh, so near tearing the skin yet so hesitant, as if anything more would displease her, as if even gentleman death would be fearful of HER DISAPPROVAL. & is it not TRUE ? she could command him to walk into flame, to step into the sun & lie still, & he would do it. a shame, a pity, that she perhaps does not share such a DEVOTION. give a woman a devil that loves her ——– what is she to do but USE him ?
❝ bois - me, juste un petit peu plus. ❞ just a little more. ALWAYS WALKING THE LINE between pleasure & danger. they do not call her the red death for naught.
ICY EYES GLOW in the darkness of her flat, marking the beginning of an end let go for far too long. and did time truly have a meaning to their escapades? a man that could live into the very death of their world so noting the passage of days, of months, of decades that left her so ALIVE? and would he have the heart to hear that blood slow when it neared the beckoning threshold of wrinkling, declining old-age? OH, IT MATTERS NOT. for it is only a matter of time before the lion TAKES her. before he DEFILES the blood-red rose and strips her of her petals, of her leaves, until she is naught but a collection of broken, POISONOUS THORNS !!
❝ Détruis moi. ❞
HE SHOULD WISH TO STAIN. to dye himself the crimson that so willingly bled from her throat, her head, her tongue. down he moves, moving with such speed that his knees all but rock the chaise where she has chosen to lounge. he deigns to STRADDLE those full hips, taking the flesh tight between his fingers. glossy nails create their bleeding crescents, digging and pricking and squeezing all that she had to offer him.
THE CADAVER slides down her being, sinking his fangs into the rounded flesh he’d been toying with mere moments ago. it is a brief moment of pain and relished SEX. a vision of fishnets and leather and the stomping of black boots on an all too-human SKULL. but he aims for an ichor less pure. THE FOUNT of mythical honey that the blood drinker has so longed to sample ‘tween her supple thighs. the holy grail to be his throat, her longing to be his WINE. ❝ j'ai encore soif. ❞ that he might bathe in her waters, he may drink enough to sate the BOTH their thirsts.
❝ JUST HOW LONG are we going to continue this dance? we all know where this goes from here, majeste. don’t play so COY. ❞
@lionswrath
❝ YOU GET USED to killing, taking a mortal life. you do it because you must. then, once the necessity dies down? OH❞ a dry laugh slithers from between a set of fangs, ❝ the devil inside of you starts to want it all the more. ❞
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DIVINECHOKE → mother.
❝ do not glare, lestat. it’s unbecoming. ❞ SHE HAD BEEN ON the other side of the room, but she had quickly made her way to his side, a hand on his shoulder, squeezing there. they were never able to say sweet things to one another any longer. every word had bite, CRUELTY. such was the way, and gabrielle had made her peace with it. but it didn’t mean that her son didn’t annoy her when he acted the way he did. ❝ especially when we have COMPANY. whatever will they think of us. ❞ not that she cared. she was judged. a bad mother, awful person. a killer who was only here out of loyalty.
her leaving lestat two hundred years prior didn’t mean that she wanted him to possibly die. loyalty was better than nothing. *:･ﾟ ☠️ ‵@deauvergne· wanted a small thing.
TO HELL WITH her wishes ! he would glare until he went cross-eyed if he wanted to. would screw up his face and claw the flesh from bone if it suited him so ! he had never wanted her to meet with his most favoured fledgling. never wanted his beautiful green eyes to set their sights upon the woman who had created him in life and DESTROYED him in death.
❝ THE HELL I WON’T !! ❞ he says, reaching up to pluck her hand from his shoulder and let it fall back to her side. ❝ i’ll dress in my birthday suit and strut in front of NOTRE DAME if it gets you to leave me alone. yeah, maybe the saints will enjoy the show. ❞
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