"But he was only Lestat, as I’ve described him to you: devoid of mystery, finally his limits as familiar to me in those months in eastern Europe as his charms. I wanted to forget him, and yet it seemed I thought of him always. It was as if the empty nights were made for thinking of him. And sometimes I found myself so vividly aware of him it was as if he had only just left the room and the ring of his voice were still there. And somehow there was a disturbing comfort in that, and despite myself, I’d envision his face—not as it had been the last night in the fire, but on other nights, the last evening he spent with us at home, his hand playing idly with the keys of the spinet, his head tilted to one side. A sickness rose in me more wretched than aguish when I saw what my dreams were doing. I wanted him alive!"
merciful-death:
✞«ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴇᴀsᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ ɢᴏᴅ ᴏʀ ɢᴏᴏᴅɴᴇss ᴀʟᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ sᴛɪʟʟ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ. ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜʏ. ɴᴏ, ɪ ᴅᴏ ɪɴᴅᴇᴇᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜʏ. ᴇᴠɪʟ ɪs ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴘᴏssɪʙʟᴇ. ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏᴏᴅɴᴇss ɪs ᴇᴛᴇʀɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴅɪғғɪᴄᴜʟᴛ.»
lesbianvamp:
Interview with the Vampire + TV tropes
l-e-s-t-a-t:
ａ ｌｅｓｔａｔ／ｌｏｕｉｓ ｆａｎｍｉｘ
“Where’s the black cape and ‘finely tailored’ black coat and the silk tie and all that foolishness?” I asked.
Eyes locked on each other.
Then he broke the stillness and laughed without making a sound. But he went on studying me with a rapt expression that gave me a secret joy. And with the boldness of a child, he reached out and ran his fingers down the lapel of my gray velvet coat.
”Can’t always be the living legend,” he said. The voice was like a whisper that wasn’t a whisper. And I could hear his French accent so clearly, though I had never been able to hear my own.
[1] ᴅʀᴀɪɴ ʏᴏᴜ - ɴɪʀᴠᴀɴᴀ [2] ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ ᴏғ ᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ - ʟᴜᴅᴏ [3] ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴs - ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴs [4] ʙᴏʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴅɪᴇ - ʟᴀɴᴀ ᴅᴇʟ ʀᴇʏ [5] ʙᴏɴᴇs ᴀɴᴅ sᴋɪɴ - ᴍɪʀᴀʜ [6] ʙᴜʏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀs - ᴍᴀʀɪɴᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪᴀᴍᴏɴᴅs [7] ᴄᴀʀɴɪᴠᴀʟ ᴏғ ʀᴜsᴛ - ᴘᴏᴇᴛs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀʟʟ [8] ᴅᴀɴᴄɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ - ʙʀᴜᴄᴇ sᴘʀɪɴɢsᴛᴇᴇɴ [9] ʜᴀʀsʜ ʀᴇᴀʟᴍ - ᴡɪᴅᴏᴡsᴘᴇᴀᴋ [10] ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ - ᴄᴀʟᴠɪɴ ʜᴀʀʀɪs (ғᴇᴀᴛ. ᴇʟʟɪᴇ ɢᴏᴜʟᴅɪɴɢ) [11] ғᴏʀɢɪᴠᴇɴ - ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ[12] ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏᴡ - ᴍᴜᴍғᴏʀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ sᴏɴs
listen // fanart credit
instantdiamond:
VC sketches…I’m planning to colour them properly! XD
The Vampire Chronicles © Anne Rice
"“Come home with me,” he said. Such a human voice. So kind. “There’s time to come here and reflect. Wouldn’t you rather be home, in the Quarter, amongst our things?”
If anything in the world could have truly comforted me, he would have been the thing—with just the beguiling tilt of his narrow head or the way that he kept looking at me, protecting me obviously with a confidential calm from what he must have feared for me, and for him, and perhaps for all of us.
My old familiar gentleman friend, my tender enduring pupil, educated as truly by Victorian ways of courtesy as ever by me in the ways of being a monster."
—At the end of
Memnoch the Devil (via
rueroyale)
nemocircus:
-Interview with the Vampire-
