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All Hail the Brat Prince

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I assume that I need no introduction. You know my name and what I am. But do you know who I am? I am Lestat de Lioncourt, but I'm not the one you remember...
[ Indie Lestat (Vampire Chronicles) RP blog ] [ NSFW, mun + muse of age ] [Primary Faceclaim(s): Kirill Gordeev/Rostislav Kolpakov] 

Angst Meme: Cheating Edition

“I’m gonna be blunt; I’m having an affair….”

“So there’s this other man/woman…”

“I can’t live with this guilt anymore; I’ve cheated on you…”

“Babe…last night…I got drunk and somethings happened…”

“Please don’t hate me but….I cheated on you…”

“He/She was horny, I was horny…so we fucked…”

“It doesn’t mean I love you less….”

“Oh God I’m so sorry…I didn’t mean for it to happen….”

“Please give me another chance…I love you, not him/her…”

“You know that guy/girl from work? We might have had sex a few times…”

“It just sort of happened…”

“They don’t mean anything to me….”

“It’ll never happen again! I promise!”

“I was drunk and next thing I know we were having sex….”

“We had sex at that party a few moths ago…and she just called to tell me she’s pregnant with my kid….”

“Oh shit! This isn’t what it looks like!”

“You went through my phone?! Well then I guess you know about my affair then…”

“I can explain!”

“I need to come clean about this….”

“It was just a one time thing!”

Anonymous asked:

Just dab on the Louis brah if he won't drink blood he a thot

“Um...” He began, opening his mouth to say something before quickly closing it and shaking his head as he just laughed.

Anonymous asked:

Do you ever worry about your own sanity?

“Oh, all the time! I wonder where it’s gone.” He laughed.

[text] Joyeux anniversaire. I'd blame you for my wide-legged stance, but since 6 more came before you it's hardly your fault. I hope it was a pleasant night, mon fils.

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[text] Merci![text] We can blame father for all the issues, naturally.[text] I am immensely thankful to have inherited your good looks, of course.[text] Maybe next year you will make it to New Orleans to celebrate with us?

[text] Still alive, I assume?

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[text] Naturally. I’m incredibly difficult to kill you know.[text] Were you worried about me?

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viaticumforthemarquise:
askthebratprince:
viaticumforthemarquise:
[text] So you’ve attempted to prove time and time again. 
[text] Not worried. You’d simply been silent for an oddly long time. 
[text] Well, you know, I do get bored. I have to entertain myself somehow.
[text] It just happens to be causing myself and others trouble.
[text] Mmm, yes, well, you know me. I go through my phases.
[text] And what phase are you in now?
[text] I suppose I’m feeling talkative at the moment.

[text] Mio Dio, don’t you have Louis for that?

[text] I do.

[text] But perhaps I want to know where you have been, and what you have been up to.

[text] Still alive, I assume?

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[text] Naturally. I’m incredibly difficult to kill you know.[text] Were you worried about me?

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viaticumforthemarquise:
[text] So you’ve attempted to prove time and time again. 
[text] Not worried. You’d simply been silent for an oddly long time. 
[text] Well, you know, I do get bored. I have to entertain myself somehow.
[text] It just happens to be causing myself and others trouble.
[text] Mmm, yes, well, you know me. I go through my phases.

[text] And what phase are you in now?

[text] I suppose I’m feeling talkative at the moment.

[text] Still alive, I assume?

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[text] Naturally. I’m incredibly difficult to kill you know.[text] Were you worried about me?

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[text] So you’ve attempted to prove time and time again. 

[text] Not worried. You’d simply been silent for an oddly long time. 

[text] Well, you know, I do get bored. I have to entertain myself somehow.

[text] It just happens to be causing myself and others trouble.

[text] Mmm, yes, well, you know me. I go through my phases.

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Sometimes I hate that I love Lestat

Because the Lestat I love isn’t the one Anne’s interested in writing. The Lestat I love isn’t an infallible, untouchable prince whom everyone falls in love with at first sight. He’s a fuckup who never stops trying. 

I love the Lestat who came out of an abusive home and still wanted desperately that there was good in the world, and that he could be a good person. Who wanted to make people happy and who was desperately in love with his depressed as fuck proto-hipster boyfriend. Who lived as a queer man without shame. 

I love the Lestat who had panic attacks about death and the unknowable enormity of the universe.

I love the Lestat who was a victim and a survivor, who was moved not to exert his power over others but make sure they didn’t suffer like he had. 

I love the Lestat who tried to take care of his loved ones even when he was spectacularly bad at it, who wore his heart sincerely on his sleeve and lived in terror of his loved ones throwing him away because they didn’t need him anymore. 

I rooted for the Lestat who realized the enormity of the wrongs he did to Louis by keeping him ignorant and by indulging his need to be needed. I loved the Lestat who was willing to show all of his fears and his fuckups in print, when his whole life had been dedicated to pretending he was untouchable, just to apologize to the man he loved. 

I loved a Lestat who was allowed to be wrong, to be punished, to be humbled and rejected and keep going. Whose bravado and bluster was a cover for a sincere heart, not a hard and empty shell. The Lestat I love isn’t a rapist, an autocrat, a power hungry monster. He had countless flaws, but he was meant to fix them, not wait around for the universe to concoct a reason why his bad behavior and disregard for others’ agency is okay. 

I don’t know where that Lestat went. But I miss him. 

“Let’s pretend that nothing is awful.”

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Falsettos Sentence Starters

Louis raised an eyebrow as he twisted his head to look back at Lestat, then let a small smile tug at his lips as he fussed with the blankets until they were both tucked in just right. He turned back on his side, allowing his back to press and curl against his lover’s chest. What a tempting idea, pretending. They were always pretending, were they not? Pretending to understand one another, pretending that they had escaped the trauma of the past, pretending that they could live together in peace for the rest of eternity.

“You realize that would require that you shut up for once.” His response was dry and sarcastic without meaning to be; as was almost everything that left his mouth when talking to Lestat.

“Any pretending we could do would need to be done in silence. I’m beginning to lose my faith in words.”

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"Of course, because most things that come out of my mouth are indeed awful. What else is new?" He mumbled quietly, chuckling. They were indeed always pretending, it seemed. But it was not all bad, was it? Their lives together, that is. Much had been forgiven, of course, but all the terrors of their past would never be forgotten.

"Hmm, I'm taking that to mean you wish to spend the rest of our waking..." He glanced at the clock. "...hour...without speaking?"

A Vampire and an Elf on the Move,

Lestat had to hold in a burst of laughter when Haldir refused to enter the elevator. He did not want the elf to think that he was making fun of him. It occurred to the blonde that the elf didn’t even know what an elevator was, let alone what it did.

“Haldir, if this was a room I could not have escaped, I would not have entered it in the first place.” He gave him a small smile, watching the elf. “This room is not really even a room at all. It’s called an elevator. It…” He strugged for a moment to think of an example that Haldir would understand in order to explain the function of an elevator. “You know how your horse gets you from one place to another? Well, elevator does the same thing. You simply get in, and push whatever floor number you need to go to. Then it takes you there, and lets you out. Nothing scary about that, I promise, but if you’d prefer we could take the stairs.”

Their room was on the third floor toward the back. Lestat didn’t mind taking the stairs, but the elevator was far quicker. “I’m not going to force you to do things you think might hurt you.” He was standing in the elevator’s doorway now, to keep the door open.

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Haldir was not sure if he quite trusted the small room with the moving doors. It still seemed to be dark magic to him. Yet the concerned, if amused, look on Lestat’s face actually went a long way to ease the elf’s fears and he found himself stepping forward and into the small box.

He cast a nervous glance to Lestat and nodded once to let him know that he was ready to proceed. It was only when the room began to move that his panic returned. He reached for his long knife, his body language that of one who expected to be attacked at any moment, and much like a cat the elf focused his aggression on his vampire companion.

“What is the meaning of this? Is this normal?”

Lestat reached out his hand very quickly to place it over the Elf’s before he could draw his knife. The blonde raised a brow, as he just looked at Haldir. He didn’t want him to start hacking up the elevator. That would get them kicked out, and they both needed this room.

“For a trained Elf warrior, Haldir, you are quite fearful of the things you do not understand, which I entirely get” he answered with a small, understanding smile. “If I didn’t think you’d take offense, I’d find your quick fear of these small things to be ever so endearing…”

It was then they reached the third floor, and the elevator dinged as the door opened. Lestat had the elf by the hand, leading him out into the hall and pulling him in the direction of their room.

“Mon dieu, if you’re scared of an elevator, I’d hate to see how you react to a car,” he said, swiping their room key through the card reader and opening the door.

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haldiroflothlorien

“A car?” Haldir replied somewhat stiffly, though he did not pull away from the vampire’s hand.  He let himself be pulled down the hall and toward the door.  “A car would be the horseless carriages we seen on the streets when we were coming to this building?”  He eyed the door as it beeped, frowning as it opened as if by magic.  “I suppose there is much in this time and place that I will need to come to understand.”

He finally pulled his hand away from Lestat, not wanting to seem as if he required the comfort of another being’s touch.  “I will make every attempt to not be as fearful.  I know you are only attempting to help me now that I am not among my own kind.” 

He went to the window of the room, casting the curtain aside so that he could look out at the city in which they had come.  “Thank you for not leaving me behind, even if this adventure that I am on is ultimately your fault.”

“Yes, that is absolutely correct, Haldir.” He smiled, delighted at how Haldir described them. A horseless carriage was a very apt description. “They’re powered by gasoline, and I imagine that you will dislike the smell of them. I know I used to, but after awhile, one gets used to it.”

Lestat said nothing at first to both of these comments. He was indeed helping Haldir navigate this modern world because he was not around his own kind, and Lestat would rather not bring the wrath of his brethren upon him, should another he run into another Vampire that was not as...nice as he. Not that Lestat was very kind, comparatively. In addition, Lestat liked the company, and he would rather not drive the man away. His own kind did not want much to do with him these days. He didn’t blame them.

“You’re welcome, Haldir.” He finally said, setting his duffel bag near the TV stand. Normally, he’d close the curtains and sleep on the bed during the day, but he did not want to deprive Haldir of being able to look out at the city while Lestat slept for the day. “Once dawn comes, I will be curling up in the closet to sleep for the day. Before then, however, I will teach you how to operate the television...and anything else in this room you may need assistance with. Does that sound agreeable to you, Haldir?”

Confession starters:

“I have something to tell you.”
“I don’t want to keep this a secret anymore.”
“Can I talk to you for a second?”
“I’ve been meaning to tell you this, but I didn’t want to…”
“I hate to tell you this, but…”
“I’ve waited so long to tell you this.”
“Can I tell you a secret?”
“You need to know this before anything else bad happens.”
“You should know this before I go.”
“In case we don’t make it back, I have to tell you something.”
“Before we go, I have to tell you something important.”
“This might not seem important to you, but it’s crucial to me.”
“I didn’t want to tell you this, but…”
“I have to tell you something right now!”
“No time to explain! I have to tell you this!”
“Is now a bad time to tell you something important?”
“I trust you a lot, and I really want to tell you that…”
“I can’t wait any longer! I have to tell you something!”
“Oh, I just wanted to let you know that…"
Anonymous asked:

What makes Louis so special?

“I could write a book on this subject alone, you know, but I don’t exactly think it would mean anything if I did that. Books are but words on a page. Sure, they are a bit more permanent than the spoken word, but when have I ever been a reliable narrator?” In all honesty, he couldn’t even verbalize the fact that he loved Louis. At least not properly. Not that he had to, either. Louis knew.

“No, I don’t think words alone are enough for me to tell you why Louis is special to me.”