Lestat de Lioncourt | Parody

// I am waiting until a little closer so that I can binge Talamasca and then go right into The Vampire Lestat.

The Vampire Lestat | Official Opening Titles | Premieres This June | AMC+ YouTube video by amc+

// Saw some complaints about the creators not being able to decide upon the tone for the opening credits.

I feel they fit Lestat — even the references to pop culture vampires (which he has decided opinions upon in the books 🤣).

Fun and cheeky. I’m here for it.

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“Is that so? Be careful. He claimed to love me once, too. And Louis. And you know what he did to Claudia to hurt us /both/.”

“And I can make his brain dissolve inside his cranium. Are we truly going to play this game?”

~ "But we make the best of it, do we not?

He bows his head slightly towards her.

"I am Lestat de Lioncourt."

A rather strange name for these times, he supposes, but he has never gone by another . . . unless you count names like "Brat Prince" and "Damnedest Creature."

"Might I know your name?"

His lips twitch slightly.

Strangely enough, he was once called a hurricane.

He takes a step forward and then another towards her, pausing when merely a foot away.

"That I do understand."

He had had everything taken from him against his will. Then again, he was also given much in return. ~

~ behind.

"Rather stormy night to be out," he comments, tilting his head as he regards her. "Are you lost?"

~ woman looks up, Lestat meets her gaze. She is rather haunting herself. Something about her . . .

He lifts a finger on the hand holding the bow as if to say to her "Wait there."

Lestat disappears from the window and emerges a minute later from the front door of the chalet. The violin he left ~

~ another playing it and then simply . . . play. And there was something special about the violin -- some core memory of Nicki that he would always draw upon.

The man had been haunted himself. It stands to reason Lestat's music would be haunted too if that was how he learned to play.

When the ~

He seeks out warmth, as well. Perhaps, that yearning seeps into the music he creates. Truth be told, he is not sure from where he plucks the notes and melodies. He simply plays.

Becoming a vampire had enhanced his ability to learn things quickly. He could pick up any instrument, listen or observe ~

~ drive me mad -- that my desire for human connection would do so. But I have always enjoyed the company of humans. I still do obviously."

So perhaps he /is/ mad.

Would he wish to give up his powers and his immortality? No. But that does not mean he cannot also crave that which he lost.

The vampire shrugs a shoulder.

"He was the one connection I had left to my human life. My mother had gone off to explore the jungles of the world," he adds with a laugh. "My brothers and my nieces were dead."

He mourned the girls. They were innocent.

"I was told clinging to my humanity would ~

~ such an insecurity. He can boast about his appearance until the proverbial cows come home, but this . . . this sort of thing shakes him.

"You have offered me no promises or guarantees. I know that. But I like this. I like being the one you come to for comfort. For everything."

~ thing he had crumbled to nothing around him.

"Yes," he replies, voice shaking in spite of himself. "Ghosts can be formidable. And I have lost to this particular ghost before."

Lestat who craves the adoration of others is insecure about /this/. Perhaps, though, that craving is part and parcel of~

For a moment, he tenses, but then that gives way to simply holding the man in his arms.

They /are/ being vulnerable. Perhaps, Lestat is too honest in this situation, but he had learned his lesson with Louis. Marius had demanded so many secrets be kept, and Lestat listened . . . and the one good ~

SL with Elisabeth:

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~ peers outside.

A woman stands below there in the snow.

~ rather swept up in the odd music that is distinctly him. Of this time and not.

Eventually, he stands to stretch, violin in one hand and bow in the other. It is only then that he notices something. Or someone. He can /hear/ them outside. Walking to the window, Lestat pulls back the curtain and ~

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He had been playing for some time -- playing alone there in the little chalet he had rented expressly for the purpose.

To get away. To play his music. To think in solitude.

And when Lestat does all of those things, he gets ~

#seeswhatshedidthere

#deadpeoplearehot

// We ship all of it.

*steals all the Shenanigator’s ladies*

👀🔥

*swoons*

It will wake the dead.

~ that he wants the man to choose to stay.

"I know . . . that is too much."

The specter of Armand hangs over everything, though, and he dreads once again losing to the vampire who once even pursued him.

~ was not made for covens. Lovers came and went.

But he wants . . . a constant. Something eternal.

He didn't want to get attached, but he is. Lestat would never try to hold Daniel to any place or promise -- he learned his lesson with Louis in that regard. But that does not change the fact ~

~ he confesses at a whisper. "I lose everyone eventually."

His human family. His mother who went off to wander the jungles of the world. Nicki. Louis. Claudia. Other than that comparatively brief time he had his little vampire family, Lestat had operated mostly alone, and he told himself that he~

A touch like that from Daniel is so very rare. Lestat does not even hide how pleased it makes him and leans into it because he craves it.

They are both being vulnerable in so many ways. Lestat had come here to comfort Daniel. Now Daniel is comforting him.

"I am afraid . . . of losing you," ~