Fizz

Lestat apologist ♡ ★QPR yumeship★

[talesfromthefreak]

I'M SO PROUD OF THIS!

I wanted to do that trend of 2 confort characters together, and since Garfield is a recurring cameo in my yumeship, I think these two would be good friends.

AND! Lestat could totally understand Garfield because he can hear thoughts

[talesfromthefreak]

"It was 1984. Everything had that electric, hazy glow. The fair had come to the city, and the scent of cotton candy, cheap fried food, and… blood lingered in the air.

Lestat was delighted, of course. No one was more devoted to their craft than he was, so after spending weeks shut away between studios and recording sets, he finally felt he needed some time off—some inspiration. He had been to many fairs before, of course, but when Lelio told him about the rides that spun until humans were left hanging upside down, the hall of mirrors, and more… he decided he had to see it. The new millennium was full of surprises, and he wanted to discover them all.

Lelio walked beside him, listening as he spoke without pause—about the bright lights, about all the ideas he was having for his next music videos (ideas that, of course, Lelio would have to remember).

Lestat insisted on going on the roller coaster. He raised his arms at the highest point, and when they flipped upside down, he couldn’t help one of those uncontrollable fits of laughter that came over him from time to time. Lelio, on the other hand, spent nearly the entire ride with her eyes tightly shut, screaming—not from fear, but from exhilaration.

“Ah! That was thrilling!!”

“I felt like my heart was going to burst at any moment.”

“Hmm… what are you saying? You can’t handle a fair ride, and yet you’ve been insisting I show you the Cloud Gift? You’d faint if I showed you how high I can go, Lelio…”

Lestat said this as he ruffled her already wind-tousled hair.

They wandered through the fair together, laughing at the fortune teller who told Lestat he would die at eighty, and at the hall of mirrors that made them look as monstrous as they probably were inside.

At a shooting gallery, Lestat couldn’t resist showing off.

“Did you know I’m an excellent shot? Well… it’s been a while since I’ve used weapons… but once, I killed eight wolves by myself.”

“I know, wolf-killer,” she laughed. “I was there when you were writing your biography, remember?”

“Well, well, miss know-it-all… Pick a prize—and remember this, too.”

The small stall was filled with oversized plush toys and all sorts of trinkets. Lestat readied himself to shoot the small metal ducks with a rusty pellet gun. It came as no surprise when he hit every single one, despite the tricks the vendor had set up to keep anyone from winning. Five perfect shots. The promised prize was handed over reluctantly to Lestat, who gave the man a smug, charming smile.

“Here you go, ma petite nuit… You… umm, what is this? A cat in pajamas?”

“Yes, it’s Garfield! Very cute, isn’t it?”

“I’ll tell you what… toys used to be far more elegant in my time—and believe me, I’ve seen many. Have I ever told you about Claudia’s dolls? Or the toys I used to send to Auvergne for my nephews?”

“No, but I’d love to hear about it…”

I truly believe Lelio and Lestat spend many days like this—that Lestat’s voice is a balm to her heart, and that listening to him speak with passion about everything he loves, everything he’s lived through, or even his complaints about the others he works with… is her favorite thing. ♡♡♡

Another text about my yumeship, I place this in the events of the TVL book buuuuut with small divergences from the canon, obviously.

🎨: Jarintzi Tarelo García

[talesfromthefreak]

🌞 HAPPY FIRST LELISTAT ANNIVERSARY 🌛

The wind carried the faint murmur of music from the ballroom. Far off, in a secluded corner of the vast garden, sprawled beside bushes heavy with moonflowers, Lestat rested, idly playing with a lock of Lelio’s hair.

"It’s been a year..." he said, as if that single phrase, tossed randomly into the silence, carried any meaning at all.

"Hmm?" Lelio, accustomed to both his long diatribes and his spontaneous outbursts, merely looked up slightly, letting her confusion show so that he would continue talking—just as he loved to do.

Lestat loved being heard; he lived within a stage play. To him, the world was nothing more than his scenery, and Lelio was the perfect spectator for his one-man performance.

"It’s been a year since we met..."

"A year?"

"Ah... yes, exactly a year! One would think you’d remember. Or are you telling me it wasn’t a life-altering event for you as well, ma petite nuit?"

"Hahaha, how dramatic! That’s not what I’m saying..." she laughed. "It’s just... it surprises me that you of all people remember. Isn't time blurry and inconsequential when you’ve lived so many years?"

"God! I knew you wouldn't let that movie go. 'Time is an abyss, profound as a thousand nights,' right? Hahaha! You almost sound like a creature yourself. I must tell you, in all my years, I have never seen a single vampire who looks like Count Orlok. Don't be so melancholy, Lelio. One does what must be done when one is alive... Live! Time doesn't matter, even in a human and ephemeral life like yours."

"You’re right, but... every now and then, one finds someone who can give meaning to those years. I am fortunate... in these two hundred years, I’ve met at least a handful of them. Including you, of course," he concluded his eloquent monologue as if everything had been said and there was no doubt his word was the absolute truth. He returned his silent attention once more to Lelio’s dark tresses, and she let out a deep, calm sigh, nesting a little closer against his chest.

"I remember when I first saw you, 'There Must Be an Angel' was playing. When you stood there and looked at me... I hadn't really seen your face yet. I was too busy mentally judging your musical choices while I rang you up, making unsolicited suggestions. Then you asked me about the book I had on the counter—the one by Louis... Right, I remember looking up exactly as the chorus started... 'Must be talking to an angel, must be talking to an angel...'”

She hummed the song. She remembered it—remembered it as if she were living it at that very moment. It was a film that played constantly in her mind at the most unexpected times: while walking through a silent park in the morning, while running to fulfill whatever whim Lestat had, even when squeezed against the subway doors on her way somewhere. The thought of that first encounter would ambush her, leaving her oblivious to everything else. It had to be Lestat’s power, of course... even as a spontaneous flashback, it paraded confidently, demanding total attention like the master of her mind.

"Go on..." He didn’t even have to look at her; she could tell by the tone of his voice that he was smirking. She sighed.

"It felt like something out of a movie. You were talking, and the mediocre lighting of the shop—which had been flickering for God knows how long—decided to illuminate you at the perfect angle. The speakers conspired with the tape deck to play the chorus of that song... even now, when I think about it, it seems hilarious how dramatic it all felt. The only thing I could think was, 'He really is an angel.'"

"HAHAHA! EN-CHANT-ING! I’ve been called many things; 'angel' is certainly rare, but very much appreciated, my dear." The joy Lelio’s words brought him bubbled out of Lestat like water from a fountain. If he were an animal, he would be a proud peacock strutting with colorful feathers. He agreed—there was no need for modesty. When he thought back to that moment, he hadn't focused much on his own appearance; it wasn't what he remembered most vividly... but yes, he was sure he looked divine.

Like everyone else, Lestat loved hearing about himself. Perhaps even more than others. He delighted in Lelio’s narration, which stroked his ego as softly as only he himself could.

"Pff! Whatever... I just felt... I felt like I wanted to look at you forever. That I wanted to hear anything you had to say. The more I know of you, the more I need. Your light blinded me; I felt like a moth flying toward a lamp. I wanted to be part of you, of all your knowledge and momentum... to be in your hands, another marionette in Prince Lestat’s theater. It just seemed logical, as if that were the fate awaiting me. And you quickly ruined the rest of the world for me. Hahaha! You became almost a unit of measurement, Lestat... if someone can’t be at least a quarter as magnificent as you are, they’re a waste of time."

As she spoke, her gaze was lost on the horizon, watching the people in the great hall dancing and laughing happily. The rhythmic movement of the crowd, like ocean waves, helped her organize her thoughts. She wanted to be clear. It wasn't unusual for her to speak incessantly when she was passionate about something; words were never enough to describe her feelings.

"Aren’t you adorable? Hahaha! That alone made this boring party entirely worth it. I’m going to quote you in my next book—with certain creative liberties, of course."

"Boring?! Hahaha... Lestat, it’s your party."

"Ah, did I not tell you? It’s for you. I’ve had more than enough lavish parties and gala balls... BUT YOU! You wouldn't stop saying, 'Lestat, tell me about the balls,' 'Lestat, what was your gala suit like?' 'Lestat, a dress like that would have been so lovely.' I knew you weren’t going to stop. And besides, to be honest, the dress I chose for you is much better."

Lelio wrapped Lestat in a tight hug. The blush on her face could be seen from miles away, and small tears of joy stung the corners of her eyes. The sound of Lestat’s laughter filled the silence of the garden, just as it had filled everything else. Lestat is like that, she thought. Like the sun—he reaches every corner, filling them with his light, warm and comforting.

🎨 Jarintzi Tarelo García

A text about my yumeship aniversary :)