Come appraise me

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;; I had to do a lot of chores today after work so I have been non existent today on here. I am working half day tomorrow and I want more parties so like this and your muse will meet Lestat at his party. I will decide the occasion depending on the muse.

[lestatscunt]

[mindxthief]

"Well, only existence I know, so..." She shrugged. "You learn to deal with it, I guess." On top of everything Lestat had brought up, there were... unique dangers that came with the supernatural and the superhuman. Finding yourself alone in a hotel room with a vampire, potentially (though thankfully not this vampire). Or being pursued by a mind-reader, someone who could hear and track your thoughts even if you tried to hide. Or having a mad-scientist type for a stalker, who in addition to normal stalker things wanted to experiment on you.

She had firsthand experience with both, unfortunately... but all that felt a little too morbid to bring up just then.

Not that she had any real time to do that, when Lestat moved right along to assure her, in that earnest and sort of poetic way of his, that he meant her no harm. I revere you, I think the world of you, I abhor every single thing that reaches for you with ill intent. Called her after her namesake, She-who-must-be-obeyed, and even intimated that she did rival the OG in looks.

"You, ah, keep talking like that and you're gonna make me blush," she told him. (Oh. She might have been blushing a little already. How could she not, with that kind of effusive praise being lavished on her?)

He added even old Haggard might've agreed with him, even if he also might've been thrown off by her braids. Do you do them yourself?

"Oh, no, not me — left that to the professionals," Ayesha laughed. "I usually just wear my hair loose, but I wanted to try something new... told you, I move around a lot, and these are really low-maintenance once you get them done." She reached up to tug absently on one braid as she spoke; to be honest, she felt a little exposed with this new look. Loose curls framing her face had always been one more barrier against an accidental touch, but the braids had less volume. But they also had less upkeep. Pros and cons.

They walked as they talked; Ayesha grabbed her bag and made for the exit with Lestat. Ever the gentleman, he held all the doors for her: the hotel's, and the one on his car outside. And on the drive that followed, and at the restaurant when they arrived, he did as Ayesha'd asked and told her more about his music. The artists formerly known as Satan's Night Out had woken him from his long sleep with their music, and though he'd joined them, he seemed to see himself as more of a vehicle for a rebrand than a vocalist. He listened to their works-in-progress in the car and sang along to the recordings, though those were for his ears only and not Ayesha's. I sing in the car. Do not laugh at me, I will weep.

"Never," she assured him with a smile. "Car's a great place to sing, if you ask me. I do it all the time."

They ordered drinks: a glass of red for Lestat (for the smell, he said), a mocktail for Ayesha. She didn't trust herself to drink — not just in front of a new acquaintance, but more or less ever. There was always that possibility of a slip in focus, in control. Of an accidental touch, and she didn't want that. And as they waited, Lestat asked about her; said he felt he talked too much about himself.

"Well, to be fair, I think you've got a lot more life experience to talk about. I don't want to be rude and ask for numbers, but I get the feeling you've been around a while longer than I have." She said it good-naturedly, and wondered if he would tell her more. How long he'd been walking in the world, the things he'd seen and done.

But for now, he'd asked about her, and so she'd tell him. "I don't know if you'd call it a profession," she admitted about the helping-people thing. "Calling feels kind of lofty too. Honestly, the past handful of years I've been traveling trying to find somebody to help me with my powers — teach me some real control over them." No real luck... thus the handful-of-years. And counting. "And I guess that's pretty selfish as motivations go, but I just want to be able to live a normal life again. Stop hiding behind gloves and all these layers. Be able to give somebody a hug without any kind of worry, you know?

"But even with that going on," she added, "I just try to do what I can. Help people out as I find them. Leave the world a little bit of a better place than I found it. Just... feels right to do."

[bratxprincexlestat]

"Would it be such a terrible thing if I made you blush? I am certain you hear many compliments on your looks, ma belle" Lestat queried with a little head tilt that made him look more like an intrigued labrador than a vampire. "I see, that makes sense. Do you favour high street salons or more a braider that runs her business out of a spare room on her property?" So many questions over box braids, he did think them beautiful, and he lacked awareness that he ought to not ask such things if they were a faux pas.

"You can ask. 265 is the number, 266 this November. Easier to just count from my birth date than to question if I ought to not count the decades I was taking a cosy little dirt nap" he phrased it like such hoping it would amuse her, that she would at least crack a smile and think him funny. "I do not think it is selfish. I think loneliness is the most terrifying thing I have ever faced and the most deepest pain trumping grief, my transformation and being tossed of a tower and breaking eighty per cent of my bones. No, loneliness wounds the deepest, and I absolutely understand how difficult it must be to live without touch.A kiss on your cheek, the holding of hands, your lover's nose in your hair. I dread that I have found none your twin in this world, but I know of a witch that decades ago would gain hallucinations if she touched someone she is married with twin girls so perhaps I can ask her if she figured out a way to make touch not an issue. I doubt it work for you as you are not a witch...are metahumans different? I have no one to ask. Yes, right? There has been such a hoopla over metahumans, honestly. That man from Metropolis...oh goodness, what is his name. Every time I sit to watch my programmes, he is prattling on about metahumans and aliens. What has Superman done to him? He is just another idiot flying around with clean underpants." Lestat was clearly annoyed about his interrupted TV shows.

"I lost the forest for the trees there, cherie my apologies. He irritates me. There..him." Lestat snatched someone's newspaper who turned with a hey as Lestat pointed to Lex Luthor and handed the newspaper back. All over the news, aliens, metahumans, bla bla bla boring. "Sometimes I think I have the soul of an old woman in me, wishing to have the strength in me to tell these mediocre men to shut up and be quiet for once."

"As an immigrant to the States I take xenophobia in powerful wealthy men very threateningly. But politics does not make a gentle topic and I apologise; I find myself prattling on profusely. I too have suffered loneliness, and it is a symptom of such, to not stop filling the silence when someone makes themselves available to listen. But I am trying to listten more. I am sorry. Did you grow up with your abilities? Is that something I am allowed to ask? Or ought I be a level 4 friend before I unlock your hidden lorre. I saw that on a t-shirt.It amused me"

[bratxprincexlestat]

Cont “Do ya use those big clunky boxes or the sleek cigarette lookin’ things? And are they flavored?” Harley’s eyebrow rose questioningly. “There’s these ones that Mary showed me that were s’posed to taste like cotton candy but they just tasted like old rubber.”

Lestat sighed, well so much of keeping her oblivious to it like he promised. "Oh you know me cherie I only like big things in my mouth" Lestat purred trying to steer the conversation away from the electronic cigarettes and distract her. "Maybe you ought to make yourself more available cherie. It is not nicotine that I crave, it is to sate my oral fixation."

"What can I say, cherie. Clubs do not let me smoke indoors and your delicious peach was unavailable, so I made do. You will never have to see it, I heard you loud and clear and will respect your boundaries. Now about your delicious fruit how about we stop discussing vapes and you take your underwear off and see if you can starve off my need to tongue something"

@gothamsjestersiren

[bratxprincexlestat]

@lenfentisms // one night in Paris in a damp and cold bedsit on the sixth floor in the Cour des miracles

"Th...the m...m..ost....the most ...b e..beau..it is too long help me" Lestat was hard at work trying to learn to read, something as simple as his lines was a gigantic task and he did not have complicated dialogue. Nicolas had been reciting them to him and he had good memory and excellent improvisation skills but he felt embarassed of his illiteracy. Slowly, very slowly Nicolas was teaching him. "Beautiful s..t..a...stars in th...the stars in the sky, the most beautiful stars in the sky d...do...no..t do not com...par...pare...compare to..." Lestat inhaled. "The most beautiful stars in the sky do not compare to you." Lestat looked at Nicolas for something. Praise? Corrections? A simple nod to say he did well perhaps?

"I can guess that is Isabella.Can I have a kiss now? My head is spinning." He was severely illiterate, and reading tired him out fast. "I am trying, Nicki" he really was! It was hard. Letters looked too similar and by the end of this sentence, he was tired. "The most beautiful stars on the night sky can never compare to your beauty" he reached to cup Nicolas' cheek to warm him up towards the kiss. He asked an entire minute ago and he was still unkissed!

[bratxprincexlestat]

Harley put down the magazine in her hands and called to Lestat with a gravely serious look on her face. “Les I don’t care if ya smoke since you’re immortal and ya look hot doin’ it. But if ya ever start vapin’ I’ll lock ya outta the apartment until ya quit.”

"That is quite the hill you chose to die on ,ma cherie" Lestat felt a little blindsided, but Harley's spontaneous strings of consciousness ought to not be surprising anymore by now. "I do vape, in the studio, in green rooms. Soon they will ban them too but some seedier venues have not stopped electronic cigarettes yet. I have not thought how you might be appalled by it, I shall not do it near you. You shall never witness it"

@gothamsjestersiren

[deliratio]

Strange. That was a word Valentin heard often when it came to the lack of abilities. Anthony said that speed and reflexes come right away, but somehow they didn’t come for Valentin. Or maybe he already has those abilities but is unable to trigger them. Whatever it was, he trusted Lestat to bring it out of him eventually. He was so much more fun and more approachable than the ancient vampire. Valentin felt much more connected with him even though they had just gotten to know each other. That was the problem with ancients; they were too detached from real life. 

Attentively, Valentin listened to the requirements Lestat laid out. Quickly, he took his phone out of his pocket and typed along with what Lestat said. It was Valentin’s way of remembering everything Lestat wanted and said. Because it was certainly not just a little. “When the realtor has options, I’ll look at them for you first. I have everything written down now! And then I can take some videos for you. It saves you time when you only have a small collection to look at. I like that, yes!” Oh, he liked looking at houses, so if he could put his time into that, it would help him a great deal and would make him think less about vampirism and how hard it was to be a creature of the night now.

Without thinking twice, Valentin headed over to the salon where he found the Steinway grand piano. A gasp fell from his lips and his green eyes lit up a little. He sat down and turned his head to Lestat, pursing his lips a little. “I want to cuddle. I just don’t want to hurt you in my panic. Anthony tried to close the lid of the coffin before my death sleep. I was still awake, and I screamed and kicked, and then the heel of my foot came in contact with his nose.” 

Valentin sat properly and put his hands on the piano keys. Certainly, he had never played on such a fine instrument, and it almost made him anxious. Valentin wasn’t into classics. The only reason he wanted to learn the piano was to cover pop music. So Valentin started with the cover he once learned for his father: Queen with Don’t Stop Me Now. Now, as a vampire, it was so much easier to hit the notes and coordinate his fingers. It was odd how easy it was for him to play this piece when he struggled a lot as a mortal. From the corners of his eyes, he could even watch Lestat, who brought him a nice pair of satin pyjamas before emptying some part of his wardrobe.

“You like it? I used to love covering popular music on the piano. Do you know Disney? I started with Disney songs. The Circle of life was my favourite.” Valentin played the Circle of Life from The Lion King next, and his face lit up from how much fun he had again playing the piano like he used to. He certainly wasn’t overly good at it, average at most.

“You said to Anthony earlier that you are not awake for that long. Have you caught up with all these cultural things yet? If not, we need to watch all the Disney movies together. Or some classics from the 80s? They had good movies. Maybe cuddling in your coffin and watching a movie could help? I was born 1998, so I don’t know much about the 80s, but my parents taught me a lot.”

[bratxprincexlestat]

Lestat figured that Valentin needed to feel useful to not feel indebted and well Lestat was happy to pass on the grunt work to the young vampire and unburden himself of tedious scrolling and browsing. "Wonderful, I am certain you will do well to show me only the finest properties that meet most of my criteria" Lestat beamed a warm smile, no perfect property existed and it was very much implied that it was a game of tickboxes and finding one that presented the most possitives to the leastt negatives. His eyebrow cocked, Anthony did not tell him Valentin had managed to injure him. "To break the nose of an Ancient is quite the feat young one. You must have quite the physical strength in you which implies we must free your mental barrier that witholds you back. What great news that is to know" Lestat would be possitive about everything, encouraging. Anthony had been so understanding and doting over him, he wanted to be the same to Valentin. "I can resist the sun sleep a little, I will sunproof the room and resist for a minute just long enough to close the lid. We can pretend we are in a very small bed. It is nothing but an ornate bed with safety barriers on either side." Today with the lid still open as Valentin would surrender and slowly little by little claim the inches between open and closed.

"I have been awake for three and a half months give or take a few days for poetic liberty" Lestat answered the query and would mimic Valentin's playing. "I have not seen any movies of this knee or the other knee." Disney. "Are modern mortals fascinated by knees? Victorians were obsessed with ankles and the Edwardians by clavicles. A friend of mine once had men fight over a glimpse of his ankles, his name is Armand. You will know him when you see him, picture a renaissance beauty, make him somewhat Bengali...a little darker hair. There you go, you now will know him when you see him. Tell him I told you of the siege of Venice struck from history over his ankles" Lestat kept such a smiley face and then burst laughing. "I made that up. But his ankles were adored by lordly men. There was no siege." Yes, he would enjoy being a father to this boy, he decided.

"If you so wish we can watch your favourite knee movie in the coffin" Sure, he was corrected by now but he would continue the jest to tease the poor young vampire. "I am rather fond of cuddles too. I have watched the Bride of Frankenstein and the Lord of the Rings trilogy and that concludes the media I have consumed so far. Little Alex is a cinephile, and he took me to a Lord of the Rings Marathon showing, which was nice of him to do. His brother was there too, it was nice. A bonding moment. Have you seen them? I do not want to speak a spoiler accidentally."

"I have watched a lot on the Youtube website. Do you know the w w w dot y o u t u b e dot c o m site on the world wide web? I am told it is very popular. We are going to put rehearsal clips on it at w w w dot y o u t u b e dot c o m slash t h e dash v a m p i r e dash l e s t a t slash b a n d dash o f f i c i a l" he spelled the urls to the young vampire. "I learned make up from the Youtube and I will learn how to style my hair too. Soon. I would make a good makeup artist, I think, I have a very steady hand and good eye for colour. We used to do full-face make-up when I was an actor, good thing I am a vampire or the lead in the face paint might have killed me" Lestat spoke and then would take his leave to allow Valentin to look around get changed and then find Lestat in the coffin with the tablet for his disposal.

[deliratio]

It’s been a while since someone hugged him. Frankly, maybe no one did after Bianca, but he liked it now. He wrapped one arm around Lestat’s shoulders and gave him a gentle squeeze. Yes, he could clearly see why Anthony was so captivated by this blond young vampire. Lestat’s mind was different from what Marius encountered before, and he had the little hope that this whimsical self could make a difference. Oh, little does Marius know now that this will end catastrophically. “Yes, they are vampires. They are two, a married couple as you will. They are older than Anthony and I. And they like music so you might want to bring your violin too. I do not know if they have a favourite colour. Dress nicely; they used to be King and Queen.”

Their journey by boat was dreadful. Marius was never fond of it, but at least he had no whining apprentice at home anymore who would burst into tears and destroy furniture. Marius had sent a letter to Anthony to inform his old friend about his plan. Anthony knew of the temple even though he had never visited it in person, but he knew about Marius’ task. 

A sigh of relief fell from his lips when they finally reached the island he used as a hideout for the mother and father of their kind. He waited for Lestat to rise from his coffin. “Kalispera, Lestat,” his voice was soft, with something like amusement lingering in his voice. “We must attend the couple first. To make sure they are fine. We can explore later. Your hair and attire are fine.” Marius squeezed Lestat’s shoulder before they both got off the boat. He took Lestat’s hand in his own while guiding the way across the island.

“Before we arrive, you must promise me not to talk to anyone about this place. This will be our secret, and you must not tell anyone. No one. If you tell anyone, you leave me with no other choice but to kill everyone who share this knowledge with.” Marius’ voice sounded firm, but not in anger, but to emphasize the importance.

“I will show you the mother of our kind. The first, our source of life. But you must promise me not to talk to anyone. Promise me, Lestat.” He stopped in his motion, and he would not bring Lestat to the shrine unless he promised.

[bratxprincexlestat]

"I have not had extensive training in holding court, but I will make you proud." A former king and queen, it made sense. Marius presented himself very lordly, so perhaps he was about to discover that vampires did have a secret council somewhere; someone had to decide the laws of their species that Marius insisted on teaching him the night before. He would wear his finest attire, then beautiful dark blue with gold embroidery, and tie his hair in a bow to be presentable. Some jewels, not too many. Former royals could be sensitive to displays of wealth. Nicolas' signet ring, a ruby ring and a gold band, which he thought was an appropriate amount to present himself well but not impose status.

Okay, they were in a rush. That was fine, Lestat knew that Marius had duties, and he would not complain, whine or otherwise try to persuade him to veer off his task, even for a little walk. His threat was so stern, so serious. "I am not a man that breaks his word, monsieur. I only give it if I intend to honour it. A secret between you and me then. I will speak to no one of this place or what I witness and prove myself worthy of your trust, for I know it does not come easy." Lestat promised initially. "I might be a gossip but merely of trival things, not of secrets that matter. You have my word" It terrified him, Marius did not seem the sort of man to make empty threats and so Lestat believed him.

His eyes widdened. In shock? In surprise? In disbelief? The answer to his existencial question, who made us, where do we come from. Answers. "We have a King and Queen then?" Lestat was breathing fastt trying to calm himself; the nerves and the excitement, vampires did not need to breathe, so this was a nervous habit. He nodded. "I will speak of them to no one. No one. Not Anthony, not my mother...I will be the keeper of your secret...is that why you are so alone? The burden of it?" Lestat tilted his head so curiously.

Marius was in a rush to check on them and Lestat followed, a shrine, a sort of place you would never find unless you sought it out for it's outside was inconspicuous and drew no attention at all.

Come to me a voice of pure silk woven into his Mind as he walked behind Marius, the most aetherial and otherworldly voice that made Lestat look around and see the statues Marius presented him with. Their King and Queen. The Mother.

"Your higness...ses" Lestat bowed his head in a courtsey. Ought he kneel? He was never taught how to greet royals; that was a lesson reserved only for Laurent and Augustin.

Come to me Lestat looked at Marius and walked closer, not quite up to them and still keeping Marius between them in distance but close enough, and no further words were spoken to him as he kept his head bowed but a gnawing hunger, raw and primal laced within him, so urgent was this torrent of emotions, and it made his fangs drop without wanting to. Lestat kept his mouth closed, exposed them to no one but reached to grab Marius' hand and squeezed it tight to anchor himself to the present from this all consuming hunger.

Marius' strong hand steadied him enough to snap out of it. "Honoured to be received in your presence" He felt grateful it was just a quick visit. She looked so lonely, so untouched. He wanted to touch her arm and tell her she looked beautiful. Like a pharaoh of old regal and imposing. No, he could not touch. He knew he couldn't, but oh he thought it, was it her in his Mind?

Be quiet be quiet be quiet Lestat repeated to himself. He forced himself to think of music, something to distract him off thinking of her lovely knee and how he bet it would not feel as cold to the touch as it looked.

Relief woulld wash over him when they left the shrine. "I am...sorry. I do not know what came over me, these visions in my Mind, this hunger primordial and dark...and feral hunger...and please...say you forgive me. I tried so hard to conduct myself as a worthy envoy of you"

[deliratio]

The minute he put a foot in Marius’ house in Florence, he heard the sound barrier breaking and a hard body slammed against his own within mere seconds. Finally. Anthony was heard sighing softly, a sigh of relief as he wrapped his arms around the younger vampire to hold him in a tight embrace. “My son,” he whispered, one hand resting on the back of the younger vampire’s head. 

“I missed you too.” Anthony kissed Lestat’s temple before he pulled back just a little. His hands cupped the younger vampire’s cheeks; his thumbs caressed those cheekbones before Anthony leaned in to kiss his forehead. “Do not be sorry. I am sorry that I left you alone. I will not do such a thing again. But I will tell you about my travels on our journey back home.” With his thumbs, he tried to caress those blood tears away from Lestat’s cheeks before he kissed his forehead again. Then, he pulled Lestat in his arms again. The journey didn’t bring back his companion, but he learned a very important lesson. His companion would never come back, but his dead love brought him a gift from wherever he was: Lestat. Lestat was the son they never had. Lestat was the family they never managed to build. 

A burst of soft laughter fell from his lips upon being scolded for smelling terrible and not wearing matching shoes. “Forgive me, my son. I was too busy to get back to you. There was not enough time to wash and dress properly.” Playfully, he ruffled the younger one’s hair to mess with him a little bit. “No. We don’t look for him anymore. I learned something on my journey. I will not chase ghosts anymore when my family is right here.” His hand rested on Lestat’s cheek again. His own blue eyes looked deeply into those grey-violet ones. “I have already found what I have been looking for. I was just not wise enough to understand that. He is dead, and I will let him rest. But he sent you to me. You are my son. My family. But we will elaborate on that later. Pack your belongings, son.”

Anthony smiled, squeezed Lestat’s shoulder, and walked up the stairs until he found Marius in his studio. No word was spoken between the ancients as they hugged each other.

“He drank from the mother,” Marius said in Latin after a while of silence. “I told you,” Anthony answered in Latin as well. “Do you regret it?” Marius shook his head. “No.” 

Anthony knew that he was not supposed to ask for details, so he nodded. “I know you are worried, as her blood is in his veins now. Don’t close your heart to him. Whatever happened, he did not do it out of malicious intent.”

Marius shook his head again and walked over to a painting that was wrapped in white linen. “My heart is not closed to him. The mother offered it to him. But her consort…❞ He handed Anthony the painting he made of Lestat for Anthony.

They walked back to the hallway where they found Lestat. Anthony stood beside the scene. He could feel the awkwardness in Lestat, but Marius hugged the younger one back and even caressed his cheek. “Take care, Lestat.” Marius took the other’s hand and pulled him into a hug. “I am not angry anymore. But you need to be careful. It is strong blood in your veins,” he whispered into Lestat’s ear before he waved Anthony and Lestat goodbye.

“We have a bit of travel ahead. I thought we would go the mortal way at least for a bit.” Anthony gestured at a black carriage waiting for them in front of the building. He handed the driver the painting, and then he took Lestat’s luggage to help the driver secure it in the back along with Anthony’s luggage. Once their stuff was secured, Anthony got inside the carriage and covered the only two little windows properly so no light could get inside in case they would travel through the day. Anthony could withstand the pull of the sun; the thread was only minimal. Anthony sat next to Lestat instead of sitting across from him. He wrapped his arm around the younger to pull him closer.

With a little knock, he signaled their driver that they could start their journey. “Now we can talk freely. Eastern Europe was…well, dark. It’s a dark place. Everyone is very superstitious. Marius wrote me a letter before you two started your journey to Greece. I know what happened, but we shall not talk about it and respect Marius. Just know, I know.” He kissed Lestat’s head once more. “Did the boy you met look like a Greek god?” Playfully, he slapped Lestat’s shoulder. “You left the poor boy heartbroken, my son. He must have thought of you as a god of his mythologies with your golden hair. I think I should take you to England one day. When times are less turbulent. Did you like it? Traveling, I mean.”

[bratxprincexlestat]

Lestat's face contorted in the same way a toddler's would before they would burst out in tears and there they came again. Of course, Anthony's revelation brought Lestat to weep, this time from joy. "Why must you make me weep on my expensive cotton" Lestat admonished, slapping Anthony's shoulder blaming him for his emotional outburst. How could he not cry when Anthony called him his family like this. Maybe a good thing that the ancients needed to speak as it gave Lestat the time to compose himself and wash his face, get his belongings ready. He was a noisy packer, he had already doubled his wardrobe he came here with and he had only brought the bare essentials for his travels with Marius.

"I enjoyed your tutelage, monsieur. I will keep your lessons right here" Lestat put his hand on his heart unbeating as it might be and there was no doubt that he admired Marius; he was in awe of the ancient and would fashion himself to be every bit the artistic gentleman like Marius, following on the foundation that Anthony had already set.

Lestat snuggled into Anthony, something about the ancient made him want to be as small as possible, bundled up in the ancient's embrace. "There was a girl in Greece who was beautiful and alluring and she spoke poetry in my Mind that was not of romance but of the fabric of our world, promising to show me every thread in its tapestry, and I was seduced. I wanted it, I wanted the knowledge; I wanted a woman who was like Isis promising to stitch me back together, every broken piece of me and I believed her. She was lonely, I think. I felt that she was lonely, and I think I delighted her. Made her feel less alone...and so embraced, and her husband did not like being cuckolded by a younger far more handsome man and Marius had to intervene. " He was so poetic until that. "Does that sate knowing my side of the story while remaining respectful of Marius?" Lestat asked as he wanted desperately for Anthony to understand.

"He was more a little nymph than a Greek God but he was fun. And handsome enough to be alluring for a night or two but nothing beyond some kisses and some giggles." Lestat nodded along. "I would love to see England, to visit the places of great poets and the white cliffs of Dover. Arthur's seat." That was in Scotland not England. "I have always wanted to wander and explore the world. There is so much beauty to the world, filled with music…and art…and wondrous things built by mortals. I never wish to show you Auvergne, never. It is ruins of a past that wounds too much even now and should you witness it I will be too embarrassed to stand in your presence and ashamed."

[36q]

i cant believe they tried to convince us that armand was delusional and pathetic with lestat im sick to my stomach

[chervbino]

@bratxprincexlestat

[ebogosian]

SAM REID as LESTAT DE LIONCOURT in Interview With the Vampire ↳ 2.07, I Could Not Prevent It

[bratxprincexlestat]

@startovrs // continued

"Is it not your job as a journalist to reassure me into trusting you? Speak of your credentials and integrity and site references of others that feel you have represented them correctly?" Lestat countered, turning Daniel's retort on it's head. Here they were on his parked tour bus with the very person that commercialised his grief. Lestat would not allow anyone else, no, Kerrang had to chase Daniel just to get their story about the up-and-coming rock band rising through the charts.

"Rob Sheffield, Ann Powers, Brian Hiatt , Alexis Petridis,Amanda Petrusich all vied for an interview but I refused.No I wanted to see who the little twerp was that pried my grief out of Louis. So show me Daniel, what made you so special to make him confide in you. Earn your stripes-get the story right. Correct the narrative, that is your profession is it not? Grab your coffee and your cigarettes and whatever stimulant you require and ask"

[wibblyrlin]

THE VAMPIRE LESTAT | 3.05 "New York"

[gothamsjestersiren]

The longer Lestat stood staring at her the harder it was for Harley to keep herself steady. Maybe she should have gone bigger. Maybe there should have been a choir. But Lestat didn’t look angry. Or even bored. He didn’t leave in a huff. And his words were soft with a hint of a crack. Other people might not have noticed, but she did. That let Harley relax, knowing he wouldn’t hate her, whatever outcome tonight.

She leaned into his touch, just enough to calm herself with a relieved sigh. Harley could feel his hand shaking but she wouldn’t mention it. They were both being vulnerable and it wouldn’t do to bring it up and possibly ruin the mood that she worked so hard to perfect.

“Of course I choose ya.. When I burn the world.. There’s nobody I’d rather dance in the ashes with.” Harley turned her head just enough to kiss the palm of Lestat’s hand, her blue eyes still on his violet ones as she smiled and ran her thumb under one beautiful eye to wipe away the tear on his cheek.

Harley felt a sense of pride that she could see Lestat so completely, but it broke her heart that he didn’t have that kind of love before. In his hundreds of years the idea that she was the only one who claimed to love Lestat and actually loved him in the way he needed broke her heart for him. She had waited for this kind of love her whole life, but that was a minuscule amount of time compared to his life. “Ya don’t have to wait any more Les. I promise you’ll never be lonely again.”

There had never been true fear of Lestat. Fear at the beginning that they wouldn’t be together, sure. Fear that their one or two nights of passion would be all they had, yes. But never fear of him. Not her Columbine. Not the man that held her through frightening hallucinations and silly movies.

Lestat’s single soft ‘yes’ fully relaxed Harley, bringing joy filled tears and a sobbed laugh. The continuation of his agreement made her smile grow. All of his love. And he had so much love inside of him. Harley was going to hold that for the rest of forever. Not even her death would part them. They would have a life together after that. Until the heat death of the universe if Harley had her way. “I’ll keep your heart and it’s boundless love safe. It’s the most priceless thing I’ve ever stolen.”

Her hands went to Lestat’s face as their lips met in a kiss that made her head swim with a blissful dizziness that made her feel warm all over.

The fireworks startled Harley, making her yelp and cling to Lestat before breaking out into a laugh. She had been so caught up in the relief of Lestat’s answer that the fireworks were far from her mind.

Harley’s arms went around Lestat’s torso as she laid her head on his shoulder and watched the fireworks sparkling above them.

[bratxprincexlestat]

"Je vous aime, Je t'aime bien, Je t'adore.Tout mon amour t'appartient, ma belle." Lestat's hands went under her arms to pick her up and spin her on the spot as fireworks erupted everywhere behind them. He was so in love and she was too, he could see it on her elfin face, on the sparkle of her eyes, in the way her heart beat when he was close to her. "I will suit being a doctor's husband very well. I will wear satin blouses and judge the neighbours and think us so much better than everyone because we have a Canadian gardener and a nicer fleet of cars" They did not currently have a garden but that was semantics.

Of course Lestat took pictures of his ring, so many pictures and hence forth he would shove in in everyone's faces because suck on it Larry he had a ring on his finger way before him. Way before him and Larry had been with his girlfriend for a year and a half already by the time Lestat ended up even beginning his courtship with Harley. "It is everything I ever wanted." Would they actually walk down the aisle? Or would she simply want the dark gift to be the event. He'd ask later, he always wanted an elegant ring and to be loved so much someone would get down on one knee and plead for his affections.

"I am engaged and you are all not. HA!!" Lestat recorded a video of his hand on Harley's cheek with her in his arms showing off that ring and sent it to the group chat of the band. Everyone could suck it. Louis, the band, his friends. He had a rock on his finger and none of them did!

"You have to tell Anthony and Marius all about how I am husband material when I shove this right in their faces and brag all night. Anthony is sweet, he lost his companion and never loved again. You will like him, forgive him that he is British. Oh! Elias. I have to brag..." His vampiric buddy and an endless pain in the ass, Harley would have thought them siblings the way they bickered every time he dropped in unnannounced.

Eternally betrothed to he changed his Instagram description and @' her

"We should go out and celebrate ma belle!"

[gothamsjestersiren]

“Parliament of owls even sounds spookier.” But now Harley was imagining a group of owls in powdered wigs. And that wasn’t as scary. Her eyebrow rose with the mention of Lestat’s ex. It made sense though. Harley had also gotten sucked into the hobbies of her significant ex. Of course most of those hobbies were crime related.

“I know a few birds.. Penguin.. Johnathan Crane.. Oh! So I guess mostly jail birds.” She giggled at her own pun and tilted her head as she listened to Lestat.

“All around STEM sounds great. If there’s any lil’ girl in Gotham that wants to be the next Ada Lovelace then I wanna help her.” Harley grinned with a wistful sigh. Although her scholarship didn’t go towards sciences she wanted to give other people the chance she had. Hopefully their careers would turn out differently than hers though.

“I’m sure I woulda ended up hurt sooner or later. And ya can’t really be a gymnast in your sixties, but ya can always help people as a therapist.” Harley grinned with a slight shrug.

Lestat’s words brought a brighter smile to her lips and made her heart swell. She never thought about being someone that little girls could look up to. She had seen kids wearing modest versions of her costumes for Halloween, she had even handed out candy to mini versions of herself. But to be someone that was thought of as a role model. That felt special. It felt even better than Lestat, the only person whose opinion mattered, could see it.

“Lestat de Lioncort the monk. I’m sure ya would-a been the model for plenty of religious paintin’s. My dad shoved me into a Catholic school. I wanted to be a nun for a while. Then I started likin’ boys.” As they stilled in the corner Harley laid a soft kiss on Lestat’s cheek with a smile. “Thank ya Les. For bein’ proud of me. I’m proud of ya too.”

She nodded and walked away and towards the bathroom, stopping just out of sight to sneak back towards Vickie.

The distraction was so distracting that Harley almost forgot her job. But she was able to delete all the photos, including ones that didn’t have Lestat or herself in them. Just to be on the safe side.

She slipped the phone back into the reporters purse and made her way back to Lestat with a glass of champagne in her hand. “The deed is done. Even the backups.” Harley bounced in place, careful not to spill her drink. “Ohhh that was so fun!”

[bratxprincexlestat]

"Did you see their faces?" Lestat barked a laugh, finding the disaster so funny, deep down he was absolutely a shit stirrer and a mischief maker and these events were so much more fun when he was carousing with Harley. Oh, the auction was beggining, and part of it was auctioning a private date with Gotham's most eligible bachelor, Bruce Wayne. "How about I win you that date and you can tell Gotham's prince all about the failing infrastructure?" Harley was deep down an activist who loved her city. "Bruce Wayne as your captive audience, you can make a PowerPoint about the potholes and how difficult it is to keep employment when the public transport fails to arrive half the time"

O, he had to. "Twenty Thousand", Lestat bid. The bids kept coming in and he held off until the very end. "Seven hundred thousand. Double if he wears a red bow in his hair. My beloved likes red on a man" Lestat flirted with Harley and yes it was trying to test if Bruce's masculinity was that fragile; he'd decline such a big chunk of charity just to not wear an itty bitty bow in his hair.

He'd win. Of course he'd win and seeing as the press was a little too interested, sure they deleted Vicky's pictures but it was the start, when you knew a story would be printed, you at least control the narrative. He said just an hour or so ago that he was not private about her, but they would decide when their love was public information.

"Sorry could he come down to bring that rose? My beloved in high heels, walking is a nightmare" //Yes get off your high horse pretty boy// Lestat Mind Linked to Harley.

Of course he'd make Bruce walk off stage and into the crowd to give the winner, Harley the red rose for their date. //I have to be fair to him he is taking it all like a champ. Good media training?// If Bruce was uncomfortable, he hid it so very well. He even offered to shake Lestat's hand to thank him for his generous donation. "Well, look at you being the bigger man, monsieur" He shook his hand with a delighted smile. He could at least respect a man that kept his composure for his cause.

More auctions, more boring shit. A cruise, a restaurant date, an all-expenses-paid vacation to the Bahamas.

"Have my placard. Bid on a piece of jewellery or two, I will go grab some dinner while everyone is distracted."

[deliratio]

Getting to know Lestat was very important to Samir even though he didn’t say it out loud. Samir made sure to ask little questions here and there in order to find out more about the man who had stolen his heart within the blink of an eye. Hearing about Lestat’s first love was one of these things Samir was more than just interested in. Many people say that they don’t want to hear anything about the ex-partners of those they date, but Samir was not like that for some reason. Each partner in Lestat’s life left an impact on how the vampire was now. So was it that could be despised. But Samir could only purse his lips a little bit when Lestat brought up the flowers, which hadn’t been appreciated.

“Too bad. I think it doesn’t matter whether flowers are old or new. Any gift is an appreciated and nice gift when it comes from the heart.” For a moment, Samir pressed his lips together while lifting an eyebrow. “Are you disappointed that you met an emotionally available man now?” Maybe he was joking. Maybe not. He certainly wasn’t emotionally unavailable; that was for sure.

With his thumb, he kept caressing the back of Lestat’s hand, and his dark eyes lit up when Lestat mentioned the avocado on toast. He couldn’t even help but smile brightly at those suggestions. “I like the kiss and the soft embrace a lot. It probably sounds off to say that so soon, but coming home to someone who is happy that I am back.” Slowly, Samir shook his head. “Endure no. Enjoy? Yes. Enduring sounds so negative. I much rather enjoy you being a lot.” Carefully, he turned his head to the side and kissed the crown of Lestat’s head. With his free hand, he cupped Lestat’s cheek first. Then he tilted Lestat’s head up a little and captured those sweet lips with his own. “My poor Lestat. I cannot leave you Samir, deprived.” Playfully, he started swaying their hands as soon as he broke the kiss.

“My favourite thing? Hmmm, I like organizing things. I like organizing events, for example. My least favourite are probably handling the finances. And when I have to handle angry guests. Yeah, the angry guests are probably the worst and then finances.” He thought a little longer about the last question. “The most important. Being loved? That’s too little information, right? Call me hopeless romantic, but I think the best way to feel supported is to feel loved. Or what would you say? How to you feel supported in a relationship? Also I wondered, why did you choose music? Was it always a secret passion?”

[bratxprincexlestat]

"Might make the world of difference being with a man that is not a project." Lestat chose to follow the air of jesting but deep down they both knew he was being very honest. "I have been the architect of my own misery I fret; chasing after the wrong men. One must reflect on the mistakes of the past and acknowledge their part in it, I sought out broken men, believing I could fix them, and I awoke strong in my conviction that this time I would find a self-actualised one. Not issue-free, but one that did not need saving but would quite like the idea of being swept of his feet and into my arms. And one evening there he was, the most handsome man I had ever seen, with skin so kissed by the sun it made me envious of every ray that touched it and eyes of chocolate that glowed a faint mahogany brown under the right light and lips that begged to be left swollen from my kisses. A man with a job that was not a mortal nor a vampire...I had to make him mine I decided. I am glad you were receptive from the get go, I...must admit that I would have been a pest and disrespected your refusal by trying to wear you down. It is my flaw, I always get what I want-" Lestat admitted.

They were only on a second date, Samir could easily be put off by his admission that he was not above harassing him into seeing him again but at least Lestat could say he was being honest about it."It would be cruel to leave me, Samir, deprived." Lestat wanted more kisses, more than that, even more and only when Samir had had enough of his badgering would Lestat stop saying more. Their arms swayed; the park was as quiet as a park could be while still populated.

"I do not like organising things. My favoure thing about my profession is meeting new people that are passionate. Musicians, technicians, catering staff, security, my tour bus driver has two daughters and works as a bus driver for the touring company as a working vacation to see the States while still sending money back home to Panama. I admire him, it is not an easy job but he sees it so positively that he is exploring the States which he dreamed of doing without depriving his family of it's provider with selfishness. I am extroverted, I thrive in a crowd-but often give too much of myself away and need to retreat to my safe quiet space"

"I would concur with you. To be loved, to be really loved is to be respected, cherished, supported and validated. I am not a strong communicator; I am working on that. I am on a self-improvement journey to not hide when I am suffering, which has been a problem before. To suffer in silence is to not allow your partner crucial context and perhaps I deprived myself of warning signs. He does not know, I would tell myself fearing that if he did know it would not matter...but then I would have my answer would I not? If you convey to your partner you are hurting and struggling and they do not care, it is an answer as to how little they value you" Lestat had to beg Louis not to leave him so many times, Louis knew deep down that he hurt him but Lestat refused to think ill of him. Ignorance was easier to stomach than the thought that he was simply not loved the way he needed to be loved.

"Music is a long subject; I can share if you wish but it will be a long prattling verbal diarrhoea and strings of consciousness. Do you still wish to know?" the vampire gave Samir the chance to want to save that for another time if he preferred just light conversation.

[deliratio]

It was very much visible in Samir’s eyes that he was not fine with the sudden interruption of their precious time together. Yes, safety and regulations, whatever. They both were creatures who were above all these things, and Samir only wanted to spend some precious time with the man he loves. Was that too much to ask for? “I’ll give them an emergency when they interrupt us again.” Samir huffed and suddenly stopped. “That was a little violent of me; I apologize.” An almost boyish little laughter fell from his lips. Was it normal to be this infatuated with someone? Samir almost felt like Lestat was the sun and he was revolving around the other. It was probably better to pay a little more attention to the dessert.

After he took the first bite, he observed his date closely. Lestat seemed fine. In fact, he even wanted the spoon. “Oh…fine… here.” He turned the spoon a bit so Lestat could grab it by the handle. Then he also shoved the dessert closer to the vampire. Obediently, he opened his mouth and let Lestat feed him with a spoonful. Once again, Samir couldn’t help but let out a boyish little laughter. “Hmmm, I think I like being fed by you.” He winked quickly. “Sugar is fine, but I don’t eat much of it. I get funny when I eat too much sugar. But I like anything with chocolate. I like fruits in chocolate.”

His dark eyes sparkled just a little bit while Samir’s hand reached out to hold Lestat’s free hand. With his thumb, he caressed over the vampire’s knuckles. Could Lestat see how much love flickered in Samir’s eyes? “No, it’s not a strange thing to say. I like the thought of that as well. It sounds so domestic and I…really like the thought? I know, many couples would not think that way and argue that it will then end with being too comfortable around each other, but I like to be comfortable?” But it was true, Lestat hardly knew anything about Samir’s day-to-day life.

“So, usually I leave my apartment at around eight. It’s only a ten-minute walk to the club, so I always stop at Starbucks and take a longer walk to work so I can get my vanilla frappuccino. Sometimes I made myself a snack and take it with me. A sandwich. Or a salad. A porridge sometimes. At times I don’t have time to prepare something, then I throw some instant noodle soup in my bag. Do you know these asian soups in the small plastic cups? I don’t have a favourite brand of tinned soup, but I like mushroom soup, chicken and noodle soup, and I love French Onion soup. The tinned one probably tastes bad compared to real onion soup. Is it true that authentic French Onion soup has the cheese on top? I love cheese.”

Oh, he was talking too much. But he happily ate everything Lestat fed him in between talking. His heart fluttered the moment Lestat’s lips touched his knuckles. And the picture he painted made him melt visibly. “I will move a couple of my things to our home then. Happily.” He caressed Lestat’s finger with his thumb. “So, you like having a cozy home then? Do you like…uhm…scented candles? I need to warn you, mon amour. I am very unsexy behind my four walls. I wear fluffy socks and fluffy sweaters, especially during winter. And during the evening hours when I don’t have to work, I sit down, light up a scented candle with a hot chocolate, and read or binge-watch something on Netflix. Tell me, what are you usually doing? When you are not meeting me or working on music. What hobby do you indulge in?”

[bratxprincexlestat]

Lestat giggled and slapped Samir's arm playfully in an 'oh you' motion at his little outburst. "You are such a little jester, Sammy" Lestat smiled so brightly. "What if I like that you are so defensive over our space? What then? What if I told you that having a violent streak when it comes to us being intruded upon does something to me. What then, my little fox?" Lestat asked in a husky baritone whisper, leaning closer, his foot caressing Samir's calf.

"Is there a thing as too comfortable in one's home. It is the point of the home is it not? To be comfortable and safe. I have noticed you do not fart near me when you are awake, which I understand why but you can, I am not put off by bodily functions. I think I have been very reasonable about the amount of times you need to visit the porcelain even though I miss you and wish I still had a functioning bladder so I can stand next to you at the urinal." Of course Lestat was this clingy that he'd miss his mortality as calls to nature could not be communal. The caress to his hand made his heart flutter, figuratively. To be in the company of someone that desired affection as much as him was lovely. Even this, the simple holding of his hand was enough to make him feel validated.

"I think it is very sexy to see your lover in fluffy socks and warm pajamas. Is there anything sexier than the intimacy of someone being themselves in front of you? I wear loungewear too, this is an armour which I do not strip easily. The make up, the clothes, the shoes, the jewels a distraction to capture the attention and then no one sees behind my armour. I am less exposed, the real me is safe and unperceived." Lestat admitted something that was obvious but in speaking it he made it a fact. "I think you are a very sensual, attractive and sexy man. You could wear a burlap sack and I would envy the fibres that caress your skin and make you itchy" he meant it, he meant it genuinely. "I have acquired an electric blanket, I have no wamrth to give you for cuffing season-" Yes, he heard about this. "But if I wrap myself in a warm electric blanket for fifteen to twenty minutes before cuddle time I can be warmer for you. I look forward to seeing you cozy on our couch with a scented candle burning and indulging in leisure."

"I have a passion for American muscle cars, I work on my cars a lot. It is a faux pass at car meets if it was not you that maintained it and I refuse to be branded a poser. I enjoy playing music even as a hobby. I like colouring books, some light reading, I still struggle to read so I am a slow reader, I enjoy flower arranging, movies and I have recently gotten into vapid reality shows. I love Selling Sunset and the Ultimatum, and all these collections of human garbage of behaviour – I find them so entertaining. I know, it is scripted and dramatised, and I eat it like ripe peaches. I find it very relaxing to decompress watching such things. I have watched almost every vampiric movie that exists since 1929, and I will go to the cinema to watch the next one and the one after that. I adore them; I adore the clichés and the gothic romance and the imagination. The Last Voyage of the Demeter is on the Netflix, it is on my to-watch list. If I was not a musician in this modern age I would try to be a makeup artist or a stylist. I think I have an outrageous sense of fashion that makes sense as a brand. I have started writing, I enjoy exploration and wandering of new places. I have a habit of falling into philosophical enquiries. I would not say I am into philosophy more that I tend to seek identity and my place in the world with every new era and that pulls me into philosophical questionings of the world around me. I wish for you to fill all of my time with your voice and your passions."

"Have you seen the fast and furious series of movies? I love them. I am writing a song for the next instalment...it is for the trailer, not the movie but still I am honoured all the same. It is a big honour to be part of the soundtrack; it shall be very booming. I have had to change my vernacular for it, they do not like my diction or lack of inflections. You ain't got no backbone does not slip naturally from my tongue, but I will perfect it."

"May we have the bill please?" Lestat requested eager to get out of the restaurant. "What is the last movie you watched that you truly enjoyed?"