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#i wanted it to be more soft but lestat wasn't playing with me
hekateinhell · 11 months
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Louis/ Lestat/ Armand: “ I want to go home.” 
for the five sentences writing meme!
in my heart this takes place shortly post-BC ♥
It's nonsensical, Lestat knows this.
He was home.
Home at Auvergne, home in this castle with its stone walls. And yet the thought sprung unbidden into his mind with all the urgency and anguish of a lost child: "I want to go home..." Skittering like an insect in his skull, knocking the breath out of him, almost causing him to shatter in the pen gripped tightly in his hand. The instinct to flee from the intensity of emotion making every muscle in his body tense in expectation of an imaginary blow.
There's something though, some nagging and grudgingly formed sentiment of self-preservation that's guiding him now, urging him to his senses to hone in on the two hearts in the entire castle that mean the most to him.
His refuge, the two beings whom Lestat's hurt the most in his long immortal life and who have hurt him back just as much. The two who have loved him the most over the past two hundred years and whom Lestat has loved every bit in return.
It's a hypnotic sound, galvanizing him right out of his chair and down the corridors—a man in a trance, Sleeping Beauty to the spindle—the dual heartbeats of Louis and Armand pulsating in perfect sync and in close proximity.
He finds them in Louis's rooms, of course. Utterly nude and tucked up into a semblance of mortal slumber in the ornate four-post bed. Lilies in a vase on the bedside table lending a heady perfume to this lovers' tableau.
Lestat bit his lip.
Armand had always been more successful at getting Louis to shed his maddening façade of morality and decorum. But that was Armand's way, wasn't it? The expert seductor.
You're thinking much too loudly, Armand's soft telepathic voice cut through the turmoil in Lestat's weary head.
Am I, imp? there's no bite to it, the events of the past couple weeks having left Lestat feeling thoroughly declawed.
Join us, Lestat. The only thing stopping you is you. Armand batting his sooty lashes up at him from his prone position, a greedy tease.
Auburn hair splayed out over Louis's narrow chest, pale apple cheek pressing onto the dark hair there, bare thigh slung casually over Louis's hip, delicate fingers still clinging to inky curls at the nape of Louis's neck.
And Louis! How exquisitely did his beauty shine with a dark flush of blood highlighting the dramatic planes of his aristocratic face, long lashes casting shadows over angular cheekbones as he dreamt mortal dreams.
An electrifying thrill jolts through Lestat when he recognizes the source of the blood in him, making the connection between Armand's pallid little face and Louis's seemingly living one, blissed in repose.
His throat suddenly burning with the need to taste Louis and Armand as one, as if Lestat's never had a drink in his life. Hunger almost too much to bear because it's really a combination of the three of them that he's smelling: his powerful blood in Louis's veins now melded with Armand's to create the most intoxicating fusion.
He sees himself in Armand's mind as he crawls towards them on all fours like a starving panther, something feral and desperate. Pupils blown wide, mouth open and fangs peeking out in anticipation, delirious with indecision as to which one he will claim first, craving the fervent delight of the conquer.
Lestat's only thought, only idea, only discernable desire is to ravage them, devour them whole, make for Louis and Armand a home inside of himself so that he may never feel homesick again.
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vchroniclesin2022 · 2 years
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Something positive!!
A short and incomplete collection of my fave Lestat/Armand quotes 🥰:
"It wasn't that I wanted vengeance, " he whispered. His face was stricken, his heart broken. He said. "But you came to be healed, and you did not want me! A century I had waited, and you did not want me! " And I knew, as I had all along really, that my restoration was illusion, that I was the same skeleton in rags, of course. And the house was still a ruin. And in the preternatural being who held me was the power that could give me back the sky and the wind. "Love me and the blood is yours, " he said. "This blood that I have never given to another. " I felt his lips against my face. "I can't deceive you, " I answered. "I can't love you. What are you to me that I should love you? A dead thing that hungers for the power and the passion of others? The embodiment of thirst itself? " And in a moment of incalculable power, it was I who struck him and knocked him backwards and off the roof. Absolutely weightless he was, his figure dissolving into the gray night. But who was defeated? Who fell down and down again through the soft tree branches to the earth where he belonged? Back to the rags and filth beneath the old house. Who lay finally in the rubble, with hands and face against the cool soil? Yet memory plays its tricks. Maybe I imagined it, his last invitation, and the anguish after. The weeping. I do know that as the months passed he was out there again. I heard him from time to time just walking those old Garden District streets. And I wanted to call to him, to tell him that it was a lie I'd spoken to him, that I did love him. I did. But it was my time to be at peace with all things.
(The Vampire Lestat)
This was Armand.
He sat on the stone park bench, boylike, casual, with one knee crooked, looking up at me with the predictable innocence, dusty all over, naturally, hair a long, tangled mess of auburn curls.
Dressed in heavy denim garments, tight pants, and a zippered jacket, he surely passed for human, a street vagabond maybe, though his face was now parchment white, and even smoother than it had been when last we met.
In a way, he made me think of a child doll, with brilliant faintly red-brown glass eyes—a doll that had been found in an attic. I wanted to polish him with kisses, clean him up, make him even more radiant than he was.
“That’s what you always want,” he said softly. His voice shocked me. If he had any French or Italian accent left, I couldn’t hear it. His tone was melancholy and had no meanness in it at all. “When you found me under Les Innocents,” he said, “you wanted to bathe me with perfume and dress me in velvet with great embroidered sleeves.”
“Yes,” I said, “and comb your hair, your beautiful russet hair.” My tone was angry. “You look good to me, you damnable little devil, good to embrace and good to love.”
We eyed each other for a moment. And then he surprised me, rising and coming towards me just as I moved to take him in my arms. His gesture wasn’t tentative, but it was extremely gentle. I could have backed away. I didn’t. We held each other tight for a moment. The cold embracing the cold. The hard embracing the hard.
“Cherub child,” I said. I did a bold thing, maybe even a defiant thing. I reached out and mussed his snaggled curls.
(Memnoch the Devil)
“Fool,” he said again. His voice was roughened now by emotion he couldn’t suppress. “I have always loved you,” he said. “I have loved you more than any being in all the world whom I’ve ever loved. I have loved you more than Louis. I have loved you more even than Marius. And you have never given me your love. I would be your most faithful counselor, if you allowed it. But you don’t. Your eyes pass over me as if I don’t exist. And so they always have.”
I knelt there defeated. I didn’t know where to begin. I didn’t know what to say. I felt such a huge exhaustion, I had no way out of it, no way to find eloquence or reason or the vigor to try to reach him, reach beyond his malice to his soul.
He went on again, staring at me as he spoke.
“I hate you as much as I have ever loved you,” he said. “Oh, I didn’t want for Rhoshamandes to destroy you. Good God, that I never wanted. Never. When I heard them crying out that you’d returned I wept like a child. I never wished for that, for you to vanish into the same darkness that has swallowed Louis and Marius. But how could I not hate you, you who went in search of my maker all those long years ago when I scarce believed in him anymore—and was found by him, saved from the earth by him, welcomed into his lair by him, you whom he loved, you to whom he told the secrets of our beginning, when he had never come to free me from the Children of Satan, you to whom he gave his love, while resigning me to the ruins of all you’d destroyed around me. I hate you! I understand the very definition of ‘hate’ when I think of you.”
(...)
“I love you still,” he said.
(Blood Communion)
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badgerhuan · 5 years
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Tom Cruise Movies Rec List - Part 2
So after I answered this ask and made the first list, several people encouraged me to write a part 2 with the honorable mentions, so here it is!!
Valkyrie. A movie that's based on the true story of Colonel Claus von Stauffenberg and the plan he led to attempt to assassinate Hitler during the height of his reign. A very real look into a story that hasn't really been told outside of Germany before then. It pays great respect to both the German history and the country itself, and from what I've read, really did the story justice. It wasn't made or treated lightly. Also marks the first time Tom and Chris McQ worked together.
Far and Away. A REALLY CUTE MOVIE THAT'S SIMPLISTIC BUT SO, SO CHARMING. Joseph (my fighty son) and Shannon are two stupid Irish kids from very different family backgrounds but end up traveling to America together to chase after their respective dreams. Along the way they learn to get along and grow to care about each other and it's just. So endearing. Please. My heart. I love them so much.
The Firm. An absolutely thrilling tale of Mitch McDeere, a lawyer that gets lured into joining a firm where employees keep dying under mysterious circumstances. I LOVE suspense and this was PERFECT and I love that Tom was playing a character who relies solely on his wit more than anything?? Also the MUSIC IS MAINLY PIANO AND IS COMPOSED SO WELL AND 100% ADDS TO THE SUSPENSE AND DISSONANCE OF THE MOVIE. But also, fair warning, there's a scene fairly early on into the movie where it can be interpreted as Mitch being guilty of infidelity, so if you have an aversion to that, just, be warned (tho imo that scene was, a lot messier than that. there is no voluntary infidelity on Mitch’s part but also this arguably makes the scene worse. but I understand not everyone sees it that way).
Vanilla Sky. God this movie makes me sad. A fucking mindfuck of a movie that makes you fall in love with its characters but also makes you question everything you know about them. Best to be experienced with absolute zero clue what the movie is about. Just know that David Aames is Soft and Earnest and falls in love so deeply, like, wow. I love him. Absolutely brilliant acting from Tom, and everyone else, really, but that's a given at this point heh. ALSO THE MUSIC IS GREAT, many people list its soundtrack as their all time favorite but nothing will usurp Oblivion in my heart.
Interview with the Vampire. LESTAT DE LIONCOURT IS THE MOST DRAMATIC GAY TO EVER DRAMATIC GAY. The movie's protagonist is Brad Pitt/Louis de Pointe du Lac, but Tom/Lestat absolutely steals the show in every scene he's in. They're living together in the 1790s with veteran vampire Lestat trying to give Louis anything he could want as his way of showing affection while new vampire Louis goes through several existential crises. It's just. So gay. @Anne Rice how the fuck is this not gay. THEY RAISE A DAUGHTER TOGETHER FOR GOD'S SAKE. PLEASE WATCH THIS MOVIE.
The Last Samurai. God this movie makes me CRY. Contrary to general misconception, the title does not refer to Tom's character, and actually refers to the last of the multiple samurai during Japan's Meiji Reformation era. A deeply respectful and beautiful portrayal of the samurai tradition and Japanese culture and history, even if dramatized for theatrical effect. Nathan Algren is the narrator and storyteller of the story but he often isn't the focus. But also Nathan makes me so sad. Please watch this and cry over it and him with me.
Born on the Fourth of July. A biopic of Ron Kovic, a known anti-war activist, based on his autobiography of the same name. Details almost all of his life and shows a side of the Vietnam War and its effect on those in it that wasn't really shown before this movie. It's so real and it touched me deeply, and Tom absolutely deserved the Golden Globe win for this movie.
Collateral. I didn't mention this one on the last post but I can't resist. A BRILLIANT MOVIE ABOUT A NOT-REALLY-FRIENDHSIP BETWEEN A CAB DRIVER AND A PROFESSIONAL HITMAN. Tom just plays the part of the cold-hearted killer with a strong sense of professionalism so well. Also his voice is?? Weirdly deeper than normal as Vincent??? It's v nice to listen to. Probably one of the only times Tom ever plays a straight up villain but makes him likeable too. I also adore Max the cab driver, played by Jamie Foxx. He's a good boy.
That's it for this one! I hope this helps anyone looking for more Tom movies to watch in any way. That's 25 of his movies covered (if we count the ones the anon already watched as listed in their ask haha). I myself have currently watched 30/44 of them so maybe when I manage to watch a few more I'll make a part 3. 😂
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