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bidanielmolloy

Daniel flirting with Lestats mom… he’s lowkey that one bisexual friend you can’t take anywhere

medievalthymes

thevampirecaspian

Love that we see Louis through lestats eyes

#this is giving how madeleine saw claudia ohhhhhh im sick

mommys-boy-lestat

Louis killed that geriatric. HELL YEAHHHHHHH

#LIKEKEKEKEE #u don't understand how happy i am #i fucking hated his character and what route anne went w him after ttotbt #the best thing they could've done was give a lot of his storyline and narrative importance to raglan #merrick was just him reminiscing on being attracted to a child for 300 pages #and he LOSES said narrative importance in the prince lestat trilogy anyway bc loustat become end game so ???

gruntsandpoetry

But it was not until a few nights later, when I watched a man pull a knife out of his walking stick, and press the blade to his brother’s breast bone, that I said to myself, Lestat unpack your trunks. You’re home.

#IT'S ATTEMPTED FRATRICIDE DAY !

humanveil

I only ever saw the aftermath. Your slit throat slow to heal. Your rotting roof and bathrobe stuck to skin.

#'i saw you two times last century' ........ hmmmm #love her but she has GOT to go #like we can't go on like this unfortunately

dimorisik

louis acting like he's weirded out about daniel feeling armand as if he didn't have a whole walking talking image of lestat with him

sharplittleteef

Lestat believing this is what Louis would think because he doesn't know he's late to being haunted by specters of the past

Vs.

Louis actually being a bit weirded out because what do you Mean your biographer is openly yearning for your (mutual but undisclosed) ex so bad it makes him look stupid

nepofledgling

Now that we are getting Lestat as a narrator in the show I’m thinking about how Armand described the way Lestat tells his own stories bc it’s funny

“[…] he would appear sooner or later and tell us some fantastical yarn. It would be regular Lestat talk, for nobody aggrandizes as he does his preposterous adventures. This is not to say that he hasn’t [done the things he claims] I know that he did. […] But it’s the way he describes things that happen to him that maddens me, the way he connects one incident to another as though all these random and grisly occurrences were in fact links in some significant chain. They are not. They are capers. And he knows it. But he must make a gutter theatrical out of stubbing his toe.

The James Bond of the Vampires, the Sam Spade of his own pages! A rock singer wailing on a mortal stage for all of two hours […].

He has a knack for making tragedy of tribulation, and forgiving himself for anything and everything in every confessional paragraph he pens.”

#DID HE LIE ?