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when armand or lestat are petty and spiteful i love them more but when marius is petty and spiteful it reminds me of those rich white CEOs who throw a tantrum when they’re not allowed to ruin the environment
There is a mystery in The Vampire Armand. Re-envision the scene, if you will, of Marius cursing and throwing pots of paint until at last Amadeo (here on called Armand), returns home from his latest liaison and stops Marius.
Armand assumes Marius is mad because of him– because he has been gone and has been with other men. Marius says it has nothing to do with Armand and then whisks himself off to his private chambers (which Armand and his purloined axe make quick work of).
A lot of roleplayers insist that Marius was lying and it was about Armand. I never thought so. Such a tantrum would have been below Marius at that point. The popular opinion is that Marius was jealous over Armand and his various lovers. I couldn’t believe this.
So I asked Ms. Author, Rice, herself.
She told me that Marius’ anger was over Akasha and his frustration that she continued to remain motionless and not move. That was why he was screaming in a language no one new– he was screaming to Akasha in her own language, ancient and dead.
“Marius was alone. After all, he’d lost his longtime companion, Daniel Molloy, to Armand again…”
WAIT WHAT WHEN? WHAT?! That’s seriously all you’re going to tell us!?
*flips 40 pages earlier*
“Armand and Marius had a dreadful quarrel in which Armand demanded that the Replimoids be hunted down and annihilated, and Marius accused Armand of having the savage and ignorant soul of a child.”
[…] and the creature standing there to recieve him, the tall one in red velvet, with the lean and almost luminous face, touch his so gently with cool fingers that, half dreaming, he didn’t cry as he saw the coins exchange hands. […]