the-vampire-lestat

anonymous asked:

jfc I look away from the fandom for two minutes - I usually make a habit of checking this blog every other day or so to soak in the VC love, but I was away all week without internet, and I come back to VAMPIRE MERMAIDS. The world has clearly gone insane and Anne Rice appears to have been pretending a little too intensely that EVERYTHING is wine (but God help me I'm actually super excited to see her take on Atlantis XP). I wonder if Lestat is revelling in our manic excitement/panic/craziness?

^@sheepskeleton has spoiled us w/ two vampire mermaids so far, and I put them in the same pic pretty badly but oh well… [X][X] They look like sirens on the hunt for sailors to feeeeeed on….

Ordinarily YES this is the place for VC fandom love! Much of the mermaid (merpire? vampmaid? *sigh*) excitement has died down by now, but yeah, until we get PLROA we won’t know definitively if there will be mermaids but we can still have fun w/ it as an AU *u*

Our manic excitement/panic/craziness thrills Lestat “Bad attention is better than No attention” de Lioncourt.

Does anybody else feel like they need a TV series based on Anne Rice’s vampire chronicles?

Because I do… Desperately.

The Vampire Lestat (1985)

I kept glancing at him and away from him, as if his green eyes were hurting me. In modern parlance he was a laser beam. Deadly and delicate he seemed. His victims had always loved him.
And I had always loved him, hadn’t I, no matter what happened, and how strong could love grow if you had eternity to nourish it, and it took only these few moments in time to renew its momentum, its heat?

The Queen of the Damned (1988)

Stupidly I stared at him. How perfect he seemed to me as he stood there waiting with such kindness and such patience. And then, like a fool, I came out with it.
“Do you love me now?” I asked.
He smiled; oh, it was excruciating to see his face soften and brighten simultaneously when he smiled. “Yes,” he said.

Prince Lestat (2014)

I kissed him. I pressed my lips to his and I held this kiss for a long silent moment. And then I gave in to a silent wave of feeling, and I took him in my arms. I held him tight against me. I felt his unmistakable silken skin, his soft shining black hair. I heard the blood throbbing in him, and time dissolved, and it seemed I was in some old and secret place, some warm tropical grotto we’d once shared, ours alone in some way, with the scent of sweet olive blossoms and the whisper of moist breeze. “I love you,” I whispered.
In a low intimate voice, he answered: “My heart is yours.”

louis + lestat. die young. love forever.