Decided to SPEAK it! Oh MY! You’ll have to excuse me. I can’t talk like a real human! Me & my stupid voice. 💀

“Don't ever give up on me, Lestat.”

Claudia was my dark child, my love, evil of my evil. Claudia broke my heart.

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Who am I supposed to love?

“Beauty was an uncharted land where one could make a thousand fatal errors, a wild and indifferent paradise without signposts of evil or good. … Beauty was savage. It was dangerous and lawless as the Earth had been eons before man had one single coherent thought in his head or wrote codes of

Representing Anne today 🖤🌌🦋🫀

The drum was my heart tattoo 18 months on🎶🎼🖤

Me, today: Lestat kills the wolves in the Winter, so most likely it’s Jan/Feb by the time Nicolas gives him the wolfkiller cape… Then, before Lestat’s birthday, in Nov, Magnus kidnaps & turns him… Therefore, Lestat & Nicolas did not spend even one Christmas together, ever! Happy holidays! 🥳

For over a century and a half, I had watched him. So I knew he still worried he was a monster - unlovable, irredeemable - not truly alive at all. I wished he could know how deeply alive he was to me. Every nerve of him tingled, though my fingers never brushed his skin. He was desperately alive.

No miracle anymore to the leaves falling from the autumn trees, the sun in the orchard. I wasn’t happy with the one earlier, so tried once more… is this more resigned? I dunno 😩😭

No miracle anymore to the leaves falling from the autumn trees, the sun in the orchard. Lestat is here. Can you find him? I got a bit lost in the middle 😭. But maybe that’s appropriate? 🍂

Speak to us of The Devil. When he haunts you, you are never free… (The Devil’s fiddler…)

“Can you hear that?” “Over the noise of your breathless ravings? How could I hear anything?” 🫀 Gorgeous art by @ I feel like I was a bit confused as to whether I was only thinking about Lestat & Nicki here, or also ARMAND’S PRESENCE. Lestat shares in this confusion 😂😭😅💀!

I loved the monastery school. I loved the chapel and the hymns, the library with its thousands of old books, the bells that divided the day, the ever repeated rituals. I loved the cleanliness of the place, the overwhelming fact that all things here were well kept and in good repair, that work never

…the next thing I knew I was lying alone in my room. I didn't have the dogs in bed with me as always in winter because the dogs were dead, and though there was no fire lighted, I climbed, filthy and bloody, under the bed covers and went into deep sleep. For days I stayed in my room.

I began to speak as I saw my brothers rising from the table and my mother patting my father, who was blind already then and wanted to know what was happening, I don't know what I said. I know my voice was very flat, and there was some sense in me of the simplicity of describing what had happened:

And the only sound in the empty snow-covered valley was my own breathing and the rattling shriek of my dying mare who lay yards away from me. I'm not sure I had my reason. I'm not sure the things that went through my mind were thoughts. I wanted to drop down in the snow, and yet I was walking

Is he having an existential crisis or is it just Monday?

Figured it out! Both costumes are from S2! (But could also have been used in S3!)

One hundred years ago, the people of Paris would have got him. He wouldn't have had to burn himself. Got me too maybe. But I doubt it. No, there never would have been any witches' place for me. 🦋 Now and then, it seems, Nicki and I are engaged in our best conversations. "I am beyond all pain & sin”

A quiet, easeful death… what else would it be?

Lestat was envious of Nicki’s 🦋 wings…

And Nicki’s everyday jacket has a hole in the back… that suggests it’s been worn with a wire, right? Maybe a stunt double’s jacket? Or either way, a clue to what we might see… So weird all these things are being sold!

“And it was Gabrielle who, after studying him quietly for hours, took him in hand, cleaning him and putting new clothes on him. Black wool she chose, one of the few somber coats I owned. And modest linen that made him look oddly like a young cleric, a little too serious, a little naive.” ???

Ok… Gallier house day improvisations all in a one!

Nicolas’ thoughts in Anne’s draft, versus Lestat’s, in my hand… I’m thinking how Anne’s Nicolas felt this… then she deleted it… which removed the words, but not the feeling. It made Nicolas withhold it: from Lestat, from the reader… but the feeling is there: real and true. It's interesting -

You & Me.

You & Me. My mind is totally gone, so who knows what this random is. I spent the last 24 hours in a relatively serious “Can I make that violin mine?” & the whole time I knew the answer, which is, “No: you can’t.” But I’ll just insanely yearn for it till it sells, then mourn it for eternity 😂😅🤣😇

Louis and Claudia are being haunted by butterfly Nicki & miniature Lestat. Yep yep yep, my mind is soup & I drown!

Is anyone near Mississauga? Why can’t Nicki’s actual telly violin be mine? 😭 It’s literally THERE, but I am on a different continent & it’s pick up only! 😭 I’d pay you if anyone is buying/picking up from the auction to bid/collect/post. Only 01 item! 😭 I’d play it!!!!!

My violin.  My only love now. As I looked at her, my grief felt uncontainable.   Was she my last tether to life?  Or was even she a mere monument to Nicolas’ corpse? I wanted desperately for her to speak to me in words.  A need so overwhelming it spilled out of me – this longing for her to be

He is unharmed. He’s bled. He doesn’t wake. (To clarify, not improvised “with” the video, but after the fact… watch, then: separate.)

"I had a dream about you," I said aloud, glancing at the package. "I dreamed that we were moving through the world together, you and I, and we were both serene and strong. I dreamed we fed on the evildoer as Marius had done, and as we looked about ourselves we felt awe and sorrow at the mysteries we

Sweet, luscious blood, blood with salt, blood with all that blood is meant to be & his mind broke open like the golden meat of a peach in the old days when I was alive and loving the summer fruit, the intoxicating sweetness of the fresh fruit from the trees in the village, right here, this village

~mon cœur ailé~ Nicolas lost a shoe. Of course he is a monarch butterfly! 😭🦋 Why yes, I AM the kind of person whose best friend since we were 4 got me butterfly wings for Christmas a year or two ago because what WOULD you buy me for Christmas? Thus: Nicolas & I are… 🦋

As you can see, I was like a treasure hunter in Tulane. And my treasure was: NICOLAS DE LENFENT’S SOUL! Oh, I found it….. but what moved me was how perfectly it matched all I already knew. 😭🥹🫀😭🌊

OK… today’s Tulane is the moment Anne decided Nicolas de Lenfent should be a violinist! Nope, he was not always such! She decided it straight after a concert! At 11:10pm to be precise! 11:10 : Fantastic Night: Isaac Stern at the symphony gave a fantastic performance. Nicolas de Lenfent should

Via endlesstrashcycle on tumblr. Nicolas: Just a minor character, there mainly to serve Lestat’s plot as some would suggest? Or… mentioned… & dare I construe the concept: haunting Lestat in this book the most of all…? 😉 hehe, I feel I earned the right to one little crow? 😇 Armand’s count is low…

I was finally just the thirst lying in the earth, with red sleep and red dreams & the slow knowledge that I was now too weak to push up through the soft sandy clods, too weak, conceivably, to turn the wheel again. That's right. I couldn't rise if I wanted to. I couldn't move at all. I breathed. I

The sky was blinding fire. I ran out of the garden gate and into the alleyway. I ran under tiny archways and through strange streets. I battered down gates and doorways, and hurled mortals out of my path. I bore through the very walls in front of me, the dust of the plaster rising to choke me, and

"Why did you so object to my pulling out his hair?" I asked. "I only wanted to have it, and he's dead and beyond caring and no one else will miss his black hair." He turned with a sly smile and took my measure. "You frighten me, the way you look," I said. "Have I so carelessly revealed myself to

Just a couple of light improvisations on the topic of scalping today girls, boys & those who cannot be defined by such confiningly narrow limitations. x “His black hair was something to behold. I ripped the knotted cloth that tied it. It was as full and thick as a woman's hair. Making sure he was

For Claudia.

"Would that I had your size… And would that you had my heart.”

Lestat’s deepest fear: “You’re gonna leave me?” Are there moments you think book-Lestat is motivated by that same pure terror “I cannot be abandoned”? I always skip the end of S1E5 because it still gets me with a physical reaction & I cannot. But I did, for this. 1/2

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