#Lemorte

[fragile-wolf]

Le Morte | Digital Drawing

[knightwithahundredkings]

This just in: Tristan is a Gaheris stan

[little-miss-buffy]

Closed starter for @monsieur-lemort

It was Buffy’s first night in New Orleans and she was immediately greeted by two vampires. The first one came charging at her that all she had to do was hold up her stake and he ran right into it. The second one was smarter, but not by much. He held his own as long as he could, but all it took was one front kick from the California native and the vampire stumbled backwards, literally tumbling over a gravestone. Buffy immediately burst out laughing.

“That was really funny-looking,” she taunted the vampire. “Could you do it again?” The vampire growled at her. “I’ll kill you for that!” He charged at her. “For THAT!?” She mocked him. “What were you trying to kill me for before!?”

She punched the vampire in the face as he came at her and then dodged his punch. The two exchanged blows for a while. The vampire seemingly had her cornered, but Buffy put both of her hands on his shoulders and hoisted herself up sitting on said shoulders, wrapping her legs around his head. Using both of their upper bodies as leverage, Buffy brought herself down to the ground, using her legs to bring the vampire over her head and slam him down on the ground and then quickly got up. “Thanks for the warm welcome,” Buffy said. Before the vampire could respond, she staked him.

When the vampire exploded into dust, Buffy stood up and put her stake back into her leather jacket and continued her patrol. But, after taking a few steps, she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up the way they always did when she knew she was being watched. As always, she was correct when she turned around to see a very tall man with long blonde hair standing a few feet behind her. “You know, being stalked isn’t really a big turn-on for girls,” she said to him.

[thecrazyknight]

S01:E08 - I, Robot ... You, Jane (Part 16)

Yes, it has been close to three months since my last GIF set of this silly man. I have returned from the procrastination graveyard. I might have fallen down an ALIAS wormhole, and have only just managed to dig myself out of the early 2000s internet trenches.

[nicolasreborn]

Feud

@monsieur-lemort

He had been asked time and time again what he thought of 'Lestat'. So many times. Over and over. But it wasn't until he was being interviewed by one Daniel Molloy that he finally answered the question.

Maybe it was because the interviewer was a vampire.

Maybe it was because this interview in particular would be more visible to Lestat. He was angry. Hurt after so many years.

"I think Lestat is a whiny bitch who wouldn't know good music if it shoved it's fist up his ass. So the fucker plays piano. The world swoons. He's what...in his thirties and just getting recognized. I'm twenty five and I've achieved more than him."

Nicolas smirked.

"And I have more fans. I'm selling out stadiums in seconds. Fucker can't even bring himself to step on a stage. His voice is probably auto tuned."

He saw Daniel's eye twitch. He could almost hear the other man thinking that Nicolas had just signed his death warrant. He doubted it. The second Lestat saw him, he would know who he truly was. Nicolas de Lenfent, the lover scored left to flames. Oh he couldn't wait until he saw Lestat again. Couldn't wait to push that fucker's coffin out into the sunlight and rip open the top to watch him burn.

[wastelandsrecede]

Fuck.

@monsieur-lemort

"Fuck."

Just when Louis thought that things were going all right...just when he thought that he was free to just...exist...to learn who he was without Armand by his side...Sam decided to show up.

The other vampire had a lot of nerve coming to Louis after the shit he had pulled with Claudia. But then...Sam had ended the farce that was him and Armand, and so; really; he couldn't blame him any longer.

It was the thing in Sam's arms that had made him say the word, rather than the vampire himself.

"The fuck you doing with a baby?"

Sam looked down at the sleeping infant in the car seat. There were men behind him with other various things; pieces of furniture; a bassinet, a changing table. Several boxes of diapers, clothes, formula and bottles. Everything a new parent would need.

"Her mother died in childbirth."

"And why the fuck do you have a her?"

Sam looked down.

"The Talamasca is big on genealogy. Word has that Lestat is here; and she is his. The last of his line, by way of one of his brothers. It is the Talamasca's belief that she should be raised by her blood relations even if they're vampires"

"Fuck."

The girl was handed gently over to Louis...and upon seeing those big blue eyes, Louis was lost.

"Does she have a name?"

"Not yet. That's for you and Lestat to figure out. I'll be back tomorrow night to collect the birth certificate with her name."

A stack of files was set on Louis' desk as he looked down at the baby in his arms.

Fuck.

The men were directed to an empty room and things were placed in it. It was then that he noticed Lestat.

"Lestat...I think...we have a daughter. Sam said she was your bloodline, by way of a brother. Her mother died in child birth. The Talamsaca wants us to raise her."

[minaharkerdailymirror]

Done with the thread tracker. IF theres anything you want to drop, please let me know. If there was any I missed that you wanted to continue then let me know. No rush, I just wanted to make sure I have everything in one place

@aranostra, @kidfrommodesto, @symphonyofmalice, @beautifulsavagegarden, @devourcr, @icancorruptyou, @ismyverynaturethatofthedevil, @monsieur-lemort, @rawbutprecious, @servire, @thanklessindubai, @theirsoulstotake, @wastelandsrecede

[beautifulsavagegarden]

(x)

Antoine had tried to approach Lestat directly more than once but every time he thought he'd worked up the courage to do it, he just couldn't. He didn't know if he was ready but it was something that had to be done because every time he thought he could be pleased at Trinity Gate, he was pulled up short by Lestat's presence and the lingering discussion they needed to have.

It seemed he was not the only one who believed it needed to be done.

He slipped into the chair that had been pulled out for him. Antoine was silent for a few moments before sighing, clasping his hands together. "I don't know where to start Lestat."

@monsieur-lemort

[lestats-wild-child]

Like Maker Like Fledgling

She was still a mortal young woman. One could say it was a miracle how she could be living with a fierce vampire for two years and not be already dead or turned. One of the Great Laws - she couldn't remember which number - was that no vampire should ever reveal their true nature to a mortal and let that mortal live. He should kill her after revealing his nature to her. And yet... here they were. Lestat and Christine. With two centuries age difference between them, give or take. She often wondered if she was reminding him of Claudia with her curly hair. Perhaps he didn't want to fail with her. She never pressed him for anything. Let him do what he felt with her.

He occasionally drank from her. Taking smaller or bigger sips. She never minded it. Now she found herself alone in the house their shared. She knew he was out probably to hunt. He would be home soon. She passed a mirror and paused to look in it. She sighed and puffed her hair. God, she really hoped she wasn't a proxy of Claudia. Only because she didn't want to be a reminder of a heartache for him.

She turned when she heard his footsteps. Smiling to herself, she walked toward the door.

"You're home earlier than I expected, monsieur," she teased him with their native French. "Was it a good hunt?" Her English was laced with a French accent resembling his own. Sometimes they only spoke in French. She liked it when they did.

@monsieur-lemort

[starlightintheirwake]

continued from here ( x )

"Fine," Armand means to remark plainly, but his curt tone indicates otherwise. He supposes it doesn't matter. He's skimming Lestat's thoughts as it is, and making no attempt to shield his own.

Armand stares at him. He watches Lestat glance about, and he neither speaks nor moves. He was 'fine'. Precisely until this conversation, but he refuses to allow Lestat de Lioncourt a rise from him. Yet in his throat where all his desire and contempt lives, Armand feels it all the same.

If this encounter were to turn hostile, it would have by now, but it doesn't mean Armand wishes to exchange pleasantries. Still, he does not ask Lestat to leave.

Patiently he waits for Lestat to look his way, wide eyes unblinking. He meets him with the Mind Gift.

You have my electronic mail address.

@monsieur-lemort

[eatdirt420]

Rhaenyra Targaryen is literally me (we have the same MBTI). It's a shame they (big corporate CEOs) refuse to agree to give the WGA and SAG-AFTRA workers what they deserve (and, rightfully, demand), both when creating those excellent shows and afterwards via residuals. If only, if only.

[operahouses]

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐒𝐊𝐘  𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑  𝐍𝐄𝐖  𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐒  𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐒,      dark  clouds  tumbling  and  heavy  with  the  weight  of  an  impending  storm.  The  air  is  thick   &   humid,  clinging  to  the  skin  like  a  wet  blanket,  growing  more  oppressive  as  the  wind  begins  to  stir.  The  first  raindrop  splashes  on  the  uneven  cobblestone  streets  of  the  French  Quarter,  quickly  followed  by  another,  then  a  cascade,  as  the  heavens  unleash  a  steady  downpour.  Wrought-iron  balconies  drip  with  rain,   &   the  narrow  streets  flood  as  water  runs  in  rivers  between  the  cracks  in  the  old  stones.  Street  lamps  flicker,  uncertain  in  the  face  of  the  storm,  while  flashes  of  lightning  crack  the  sky,  illuminating  the  drenched  facades  of  the  city's  buildings.  The  Mississippi  River,  swollen   &  restless,  churns  against  its  banks,  the  normally  calm  water  whipped  into  a  frenzy  of  waves. 

Another  fight  shakes  their  home—yells  shaking  the  mantelpieces,  the  sounds  of  breaking  glass   &   feet  storming  up  the  stairs  destined  for  the  silent  treatment.  It  forces  the pair  apart  to  their  respective  coffins,  forced  to  go  to  sleep  angry,  without  compromise   …   But  even  amidst  the  pummeling  rain,  the  roar  of  thunder  outside  of  their  townhouse—Louis  cannot  miss  the  small  voice  in  the  room,  unrecognizably  vulnerable. 

❝   Promise  me  you’ll  still  be  here  when  I  wake  up,  ❞  @monsieur-lemort  says—words  that  cannot  be  mistaken  for  wind.

The  lid  creaks  open,  pastoral  green  peering  through  the  crack.  Lestat's  small  voice—the  song  of  Louis'  heart—erases  any  memory  of  their  fight,  old  noise  washed  away  by  the  storm.  Slipping  from  his  coffin,  Louis  moves  like  a  wraith,  bare  feet  making  no  sound  on  the  warm  hardwood.  He  toes  over  to  his  companion's  coffin,  carefully  prying  open  its  top  to  reveal  Lestat,  looking  awfully  miserable.  His  expression  reflects  the  feeling  Louis  carries  in  his  chest.  Going  to  sleep  angry   &  separated?   Impossible.   ❝  Scoot  over,  ❞   he  juts  his  chin  in  a  slight  nod.

[knightwithahundredkings]

Never have I related to Lancelot more than in this moment.

[minaharkerdailymirror]

MIna had really hoped that he would just give up and leave her alone when she gave him the umpteenth sign that she wasn't interested. But it was getting close to evening when he finally caught up to her. She'd had a run of bad luck. She'd gotten sick from the convenience store burrito and then had to fix a tire. She was behind schedule but thought she had made enough distance that the vampire wouldn't bother.

She'd been on the road when he told her constant running wasn't going to solve anything, she replied back: Running? Whose running? I have work I need to do. I don't get paid if things don't die.

And when he pulled himself in her car, she couldn't say she was surprised. She was annoyed but too tired to be surprised.

She studied her map while she ate, "Backseat's roomy. But if you're so tired you need a bed the trunk is roomy too."

She faltered a bit and looked at him. He came all this way and for what? Was he that desperate to get laid? He could go on any sort of hunt. Hell, he had one in the city he was tracking that was looking for her. Why was it so important he go with her?

And it just made her realize even more she was stuck with him. Until he got bored. What could she do? Call the police? He'd kill them if he wanted, same with other hunters. She was a vampire's obsession again.

She didn't have much fight left in her today.

She held out her coffee for him if he wanted a drink, "Careful, it'll stunt your growth. I could've been six foot nine, but I"m an addict."

OPEN STARTER| Lestat &

Lestat watched until the other was over the surprise of the blonde seated, nonchalant and unperturbed on their couch in the dark room, the one lamp turned on reflecting against his preternatural blue eyes, “Are you done?” His tone bored, as if he had waited on a child to finish a tantrum, “I didn’t break in, I am no thief in the night,” he pushed himself off the couch, “a balcony with an open window is not secure, really mon chere be more vigilant,” he sighed, he had heard them in the sea of voices, his head had tilted and paused his train of thought and venture to where he had been headed, a small cafe to sit and hunt, then followed them here, beating them enough to slip in through the open balcony and wait for them to unlock the door and come in. “It is nice, this place, not my taste, but we both know I am…what are these mortals calling it? Boo-gee?” slang entertained him, he liked peppering his speech with it, laughing at the origins of some until he couldn’t stand it, then throwing the ones out he didn’t like.

[thecrazyknight]

S01:E08 - I, Robot ... You, Jane (Part 18)

[minaharkerdailymirror]

Dracula returns to take his revenge on Mina; but has the worst timing because Lestat's decided he wanted to see how hunting was done and sensed Dracula nearby.

@monsieur-lemort