Gentleman Death

I am the Vampire Lestat, immortal, more or less, here to help you along in this Savage Garden {independent Lestat de Lioncourt roleplay, 18+ muse and writer, book and show canon}

[monsieur-lemort]

OOC Note: I am coming back, I've been busy with school, then I went to Italy for almost a month for a study abroad. I'm updating and reworking Lestat at the moment, but I am still up for plotting and everything else. (June 2026)

Monsieur-lemort= gentleman-death

🌹 “I'm Gentleman Death in silk and lace, come to put out the candles. The canker in the heart of the rose” 🌹

I’ve written Lestat for over twenty years now, MySpace, Livejournal, message boards, his muse recently reawakened with AMC’s series. My take on him is heavily based on the books; if you haven’t read them, there WILL be spoilers in speaking with him. I also will use some canon from the show, and Sam Reid, because he is honestly perfection. I’m pinning this for those who are on mobile; my rules are underneath the cut, along with Season 3 Spoilers that I will not be including in my Canon. If you don't want to see the spoilers, they are at the end of the rules.

Roleplay Rules:

1. DO NOT GOD MOD ME I can play Lestat just fine, thank you. If you need to move him somewhere, that's fine, such as a fight scene or similar plots.

2. Mature themes will occur in some plots; I will try to tag accordingly, but I am only human myself.

3. I am a full-time Master's Student outside of this and work part-time at a Museum. I write for fun and to shut up Lestat’s voice in my head. Sometimes I may take a bit to reply, but I will usually put things in drafts for when I get back.

4. I DO NOT roleplay on Discord, I write here, and only here, paragraphs, and sometimes I get lengthy, I will usually include an icon at the start. I don’t have the attention span to hop between two apps, and my carpal tunnel doesn’t allow it anyway.

5. If you want to plot anything, please message me! I love plotting, plotting is my favorite!

6. Loustat is my endgame, as it is in the books; that being said, I do love messing with any of his other ships and exploring other relationships. The more trauma I can inflict on my blond, chaotic bisexual idiot, the better. Just let me know in advance if we are going anywhere or if you want to take it to a relationship, we can discuss it, I can pretty much stick Lestat in any plot at this point in my RP life. I also adore exploring his relationship with Nicki and Armand. I have always seen Nicki as the one that got away, his first love, the one person who he felt he disappointed. And I just love having him and Armand snark at each other, get into arguments, fights, or just finally getting over themselves and having some sort of relationship.

7. All starters are open even if someone has replied, I am non discriminatory. I can usually throw Lestat into any situation and run with it.

8. Finally, have fun! That is, after all, what roleplaying is about, I love writing and throwing the brat prince into situations, messing with his relationships, what if’s, all of it.

Season 3 Spoilers:

No, he didn't have a stutter as a child. I don't know what that brought to the plot at all, and I will not be including it in my canon.

The wolves were killed in the snow, in winter, not whatever that minute second was they did in the show. I was highly disappointed. Anne presented them with a gorgeous, cinematic image, and they squandered it. CGI be damned.

GABRIELLE and Lestat did not go back and kill their family, Lestat actually sent his brothers and their family money, his nieces and nephews presents. And in Interview he has his father with him at Louis, he treats him terribly, but Louis never knows the whole story of his father's abuse.

[monsieur-lemort]

I promise I’ve not forgotten or absconded again. It has been triple digit hot, and I’m trying to adjust to driving and working with this stupid heat so I won’t just come home and go into a nap that turns into sleep. We get rain either tomorrow or day next so maybe it will cool down and I won’t feel so drained.

[monsieur-lemort]

OPEN STARTER| Lestat &

Lestat watched until the other was over the surprise of the blonde seated, nonchalant and unperturbed on their couch in the dark room, the one lamp turned on reflecting against his preternatural blue eyes, “Are you done?” His tone bored, as if he had waited on a child to finish a tantrum, “I didn’t break in, I am no thief in the night,” he pushed himself off the couch, “a balcony with an open window is not secure, really mon chere be more vigilant,” he sighed, he had heard them in the sea of voices, his head had tilted and paused his train of thought and venture to where he had been headed, a small cafe to sit and hunt, then followed them here, beating them enough to slip in through the open balcony and wait for them to unlock the door and come in. “It is nice, this place, not my taste, but we both know I am…what are these mortals calling it? Boo-gee?” slang entertained him, he liked peppering his speech with it, laughing at the origins of some until he couldn’t stand it, then throwing the ones out he didn’t like.

[minaharkerdailymirror]

“You’ll heal,” she yawned and nearly buried her face in the pillow before adding, “Loads of your kind do the thrall thing still. And me letting a vampire in my car? They’ll have every reason to think it’s the same thing happening. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but your kind and me don’t get along”

She worried he would do it anyway but with the sun coming up, he’d not get far, and Mina let her head bit the pillow before falling in a deep sleep.

Sometime around noon, she blearily pulled herself out of bed and stumbled to Karen’s office where they had lunch and Mina explained what was going on. They thought she was being controlled, they were worried. It took some convincing…but ultimately they finally believed her and she went back to the cabin and crawled in the bed next to Lestat before dropping back off into a fitful sleep.

[monsieur-lemort]

"Technically, I just got in. You didn't invite me," Lestat mused. He didn't need an invitation like the limited vampires in novels, movies, and other media that made him laugh until he cried at times. "I'm not supposed to get along with many, yet, here I am, once again fucking with the what is supposed to be and not."

He felt his eyes grow heavy, the sun rise pulling him under. There were times he felt he was a little late. The older he got, the less rest was needed, and discovering blackout curtains and that he could function just as well in a damned bed had been a gift of that century he didn't intend to ever squander. He could eavesdrop on their thoughts here and there from his restless sleep, slipping in and out like a cat unseen, just to hear what they thought before giving up the fight with the immortal sleep during the day that tugged him down into dark, silken hands.

[monsieur-lemort]

There is something pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything.

(Dr. Rowan Mayfair ~ mediumsofmayfair, observing to Lestat, dealers choice of context, definitely platonically though; for clarity)

"Byron was a prattling traveler, but, for you, I see it, the great doctor, who uses science and realistic outcomes and expectations to explain the world around her, and yet...your family, well, I don't see science or Byron in your history mon cher, just as there is no rationality as to my own. Call it pagan, call it insanity," Lestat laughs, "But we are still what we are, without apologies."

[monsieur-lemort]

OOC: I’ll be on sometime today to do replies and get to asks. I’m catching up on assignments and laundry before my friend comes over and I’m currently fighting sleep, again. Damned jet lag still has me in its grip circadian rhythm wise.

[monsieur-lemort]

How many languages do you speak, and which ones?

French, English, and Italian. French is the native tongue, Italian was because of my mother. And granted I speak English like some sort of boatsman and Sam Spade, but what can I say? The English slang is velvet on the tongue.

If I wished, I could pick up others rather quickly, but I am easily distracted and thoughts wander.

[monsieur-lemort]

I have a few favorites out of your songs, sir.

Clearly, to memorize lyrics of a song, yet je me demande, for curiosities sake, why that one?

[monsieur-lemort]

OPEN STARTER| Lestat &

Lestat watched until the other was over the surprise of the blonde seated, nonchalant and unperturbed on their couch in the dark room, the one lamp turned on reflecting against his preternatural blue eyes, “Are you done?” His tone bored, as if he had waited on a child to finish a tantrum, “I didn’t break in, I am no thief in the night,” he pushed himself off the couch, “a balcony with an open window is not secure, really mon chere be more vigilant,” he sighed, he had heard them in the sea of voices, his head had tilted and paused his train of thought and venture to where he had been headed, a small cafe to sit and hunt, then followed them here, beating them enough to slip in through the open balcony and wait for them to unlock the door and come in. “It is nice, this place, not my taste, but we both know I am…what are these mortals calling it? Boo-gee?” slang entertained him, he liked peppering his speech with it, laughing at the origins of some until he couldn’t stand it, then throwing the ones out he didn’t like.

[minaharkerdailymirror]

"I won't sleep until late afternoon," she mumbled and pulled the covers over her head, "I'll probably be awake by noon. I don't sleep much."

but she was exhausted, "I will feel if you get too handsy, I"m shoving you off the bed."

Which wasn't to say she would shove him off the bed if he got a LITTLE bit handsy but she was going to see how he interpreted that just to have the excuse. She was petty like that..

"I think they will be very confused if you introduce yourself away from me," she said, "Best let me get the hard part out of the way. I'm sure I'll have to sign a legal binding document that i'm not being thralled by you."

[monsieur-lemort]

“You wound me, I won’t disturb your rest,” Lestat feigned insult, “please, I don’t do the thrall thing, it’s petty and belongs in dusty novels written centuries ago, but I understand, I do have some form of manners, I assure you, and wouldn’t introduce myself without you there,” his impulse would be to simply do it anyway, but circumstances considered, he wouldn’t try it.

[monsieur-lemort]

Gimmie a kiss, i wanna be missed, i want ya to HISSS. 😈

[monsieur-lemort]

(prompt meme) "Are you holding up all right?" - @embersrevived (Hello there! Hope this was all right to send in for an initial interaction haha)

“Of course,” Lestat was lying, despite his statement he had been caught in his own mind, his memories, his conscious. He couldn’t explain why, he never could, it was as if his mind just simply needed to bestow an internal breakdown once every few centuries. “I’m fine, have I ever not been fine?”

//yes completely fine!

[monsieur-lemort]

"Can you just sit still?"

@lestats-wild-child

“no, non, jamais, of course not,” His laughter was an almost contagious thing, as he danced about the room to simply taunt her and be an nuisance, preternatural eyes mischievous.

[monsieur-lemort]

"I don't like seeing you struggle this way." (From Antoine at beautifulsavagegarden?)

“In what way?” Lestat wouldn’t admit a struggle, or even a problem, if he couldn’t hold it together or at least appear to, what use was he? He allowed himself to unravel when he was alone, which upon reflection was counterproductive, but what could be done?

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR CATCHING UP AND CHECKING IN *  assorted dialogue for pauses in the action when you need to check to see if they're okay, adjust as necessary

are you holding up all right?

thought i should stop by, see if you were okay.

you know, you haven't spoken in a minute.

you're starting to worry me.

is this thoughtful silence, or worried silence?

can i get you anything?

i'm perfectly all right.

sometimes i think about what will happen if we fail, and it terrifes me.

you can stop worrying about me now.

you had a moment back there.

what was all that yelling about?

i've worried about you since day one.

can we sit down?

you might feel better if you talk to me about it.

i was hoping we could catch up.

there's a lot more going on than i expected.

it's starting to get to me.

tell me the truth. are you all right?

i'm not a hero. i don't know why i'm doing this.

i can tell when you're lying to me, pretending everything's okay when it's not.

you're a horrible liar.

what was that all about?

i heard you yelling.

it sounded like an argument to me.

what's on your mind?

something's clearly bothering you.

can you just sit still?

you've never been honest with me.

they said you needed to talk to me?

i can tell when you're lying. i can see it in your face.

i know you better than you know yourself.

spill. everything.

that's not what it looked like from here.

i don't want to talk to anyone.

can you leave me alone for a while?

thanks but no thanks.

is this your way of checking on me?

who put you up to this?

if you'd just been honest with me from the start, we wouldn't be here.

when they said you were out here, i thought i'd stop by, see how you were doing.

you don't have to handle all of this by yourself, you know.

there are people who really care about you, who want to see you succeed.

think about the people who love you.

i don't like seeing you struggle this way.

i could use a shoulder to cry on right about now.

i just feel so lost.

everything is riding on me, and i'm not used to that.

there's too much responsibility on my shoulders right now.

thanks for letting me vent a little.

i didn't mean to word vomit.

you make it easy.

i feel like i can trust you.

no one understands me but you.

thank you for giving me a chance to speak.

thank you for stopping by to see me.

you should come by more often.

the battle's not over.

we still have work to do.

i trust you'll be ready for the final battle?

tomorrow's a big day. you should get some rest.

if you need anything, you know where to find me.

it will feel better if you just come right out and say it.

no one should ever carry the burden you do.

i think the world of you.

what do they say? this too shall pass.

[lioncourtz]

THE VAMPIRE LESTAT 03.03 | "Toronto"

[monsieur-lemort]

The fluorescent light was never a friend to the immortal blonde, at times, if he wasn't careful, they revealed his nature, yet the ruddiness of his features revealed only that he had recently fed, sunglasses covering the preternatural eyes that seemed to absorb the lights in the room, reflecting violet, blue, both in an unnerving, yet alluring way.

Bookshops held his interest anywhere he went, reading, once something he hadn't ever dreamt of being able to do, was now a solace and a moment of pleasure for Lestat, Dickens, Tolstoy, the tacky little paperback mysteries that he could often predict the endings of, but still indulged in from time to time. The modern writers like Tolkien and his mythical worlds that had left him wondering if he had created the world, or it had been whispered in the Englishman's ear by a halfling itself. And then Stoker, the maddening Irishman who had made Lestat laugh until blood tears ran down his cheeks at his idea of what could kill a vampire, leading to Polidori, Le Fanu, and any other work of literature that was meant to be about his kind, fascinating, laughable, but he still owned copies in his library in New Orleans, ridiculous really, the irony of a vampire owning books about his kind that were so completely off course of what the real blood drinking creatures were.

He stood flipping through the pages of a fantasy romance, once again something the youth and women of this era seemed to cling to; he found them dry, predictable, but still wandered to the brightly decorated corner of bookshops, the covers tantalizing, but some of the prose boring. "Yet again...mortal falls for vampire, vampire falls for mortal, Qu'est-ce que c'est..." his face reflected the droll amusement, "What has happened to the Stoker, the Le Fanu and his Camilla, Polidori did not....Mon Dieu..." he set the foiled and eloquently covered book down, then laughed at his own critique of books, "Maybe Louis should write another odyssey.."

And yet, the hair on the back of his neck stood at attention, his head tilted sideways, "Do you always follow strangers into a bookshop in the middle of the night?" he asked his sudden observer, turning about to face them, peering over the top of the dark glasses he wore to hide his true nature reflected in his eyes. "Or did I win the draw of the hat for your amusement?"

[monsieur-lemort]

OOC:

Flying home from Rome today, it’s been a fantastic two weeks but I am ready for my own bed and ice in a drink.

Once home and not an exhausted jet lagged lump, I am going to start back on Lestat here. If you wish to plot, please, shoot me a DM, if we had a thread going before I was ripped off to Italy and work, please remind me and send me a link or direct me to it. My phone will be on airplane mode for 11 hours until I’m back in the states so if I don’t reply or disappear that’s why. Also, my flight got delayed, here’s hoping I don’t get stuck in Atlanta airport like I did coming to Italy overnight and living out of my carry on.

[monsieur-lemort]

I have risen from the depths of life, class, and currently, the humid air of Tuscany, Italy. I had gotten buried in work, then in things for my master's degree. I'll have that in December, and now I'm studying abroad as I write this in Florence, Italy, Rome, and Cortona. I've never been out of the States, and I am currently entirely too enamored with Italy.

I miss Lestat, and I miss the people I used to write with, I have tentatively thought of coming back and writing, I'll have a song or an idea that reminds me of here, and I want to get back to writing.

It doesn't help that Italy is full of history, and I'm reading Vittorio the Vampire while here. I also found a copy of Interview in Italian. I can't read a damned word of Italian yet I bought it because, well, when in Rome.