#mortal lestat

[savagewildnerness]

For Nicolas’ & Lestat’s first meeting

“But there was one startling young man among them I didn't recognize immediately.

He was my age perhaps, and quite tall, and when our eyes met I remembered who he was. Nicolas de Lenfent, eldest son of the draper, who had been sent to school in Paris.

He was a vision now.

Dressed in a splendid brocade coat of rose and gold, he wore slippers with gold heels, and layers of Italian lace at his collar. Only his hair was what it used to be, dark and very curly, and boyish looking for some reason though it was tied back with a fine bit of silk ribbon.

Parisian fashion, all this -- the sort that passed as fast as it could through the local post house.

And here I was to meet him in threadbare wool and scuffed leather boots and yellowed lace that had been seventeen times mended.

We bowed to each other, as he was apparently the spokesman for the town, and then he unwrapped from its modest covering of black serge a great red velvet cloak lined in fur. Gorgeous thing. His eyes were positively shining when he looked at me. You would have thought he was looking at a sovereign.

"Monsieur, we beg you to accept this," he said very sincerely. "The forest fur of the wolves has been used to line it and we thought it would stand you well in the winter, this fur lined cloak, when you ride out to hunt."

"And these too, Monsieur," said his father, producing a finely sewn pair of fur-lined boots in black suede. "For the hunt, Monsieur," he said.

I was a little overcome. They meant these gestures in the kindest way, these men who had the sort of wealth I only dreamed of, and they paid me respect as the aristocrat.

I took the cloak and the boots. I thanked them as effusively as I'd ever thanked anybody for anything.

And behind me, I heard my brother Augustin say:

"Now he will really be impossible!"

I felt my face color. Outrageous that he should say this in the presence of these men, but when I glanced to Nicolas de Lenfent I saw the most affectionate expression on his face.

"I too am impossible, Monsieur," he whispered as I gave him the parting kiss. "Someday, will you let me come to talk to you and tell me how you killed them all? Only the impossible can do the impossible."

None of the merchants ever spoke to me like that. We were boys again for a moment. And I laughed out loud. His father was disconcerted. My brothers stopped whispering, but Nicolas de Lenfent kept smiling with a Parisian's composure.”

[princelestatdelioncourt]

Part II "Just A Night"

**This is a continuation from Part I - Just a day

The day became afternoon, the sky with a mix of soft colors. Blues, pinks, oranges and purples. So clear skies. I was finishing to work on the fences and cutting some bushes to make it more clear. No we had no gardener. I did it all.

I sat on the store steps of the front door, tired and covered in sweat after all these hours working. I drank from the jar of water I had next to me and I poured some over me to cool down. It felt so good but I was soaked wet now. I didn't care. I just sat there, leaned back and rested my elbows on the stone steps and just enjoyed the quietude and I felt hungry and I hoped there was some food that night and not just hard bread and cheese.

Finally I went up stairs and towards my room. My dogs there and they came to me as soon as I opened the door and I played with them for a few. Then I took off my wet shirt, used the wet towel to clean and dry my chest from sweat and dirt and wore the clean new shirt. My only two shirts I owned. So I put this one by the fireplace to dry overnight.

I was starving so ordered my dogs to stay and I went downstairs see if we had supper. I could smell broth and that made me more hungry. I walked into the dinning room and there were my brothers, their wives and father seated on the end side of the table facing the door where I came in and on to the other end my mother her back facing the door. I always sat closer to my mother side, she wanted me to sit there since when I was carried back home from the Monastery years ago.

The server poured some broth on my bowl and I devoured that fast listening from away whatever my brother Augustin was talking to my father and my other brother just replying with "yes", "Agree", "Absolutely" how ignorant and absolutely ridiculous they sounded talking about power.

Then to my surprise there appeared by the door the most delicate server Ive ever seen. White pale skin, soft pink lips, blond locks on each side of her round face with pinky cheeks and when she lifted her sight to pour some wine in our cups her blue eyes shy. Ive never seen her around the castle. My eyes just followed her while she poured the wine on my brothers cup and my brother looked at my realizing I was looking at her and he nodded his head with that disgusting face of what the hell I was thinking of.

I ate what I was given to eat. Fruits and vegetables and pieces of meat from the broth and cheese. My brothers, their wives and kids and my father left while I was still eating. My mother stayed, quietly, looking straight seated on a polite posture like if she was in Versailles and she stayed there while I finished to eat. I wasn't sure why it was always like that, why I always ended up alone eating but it was normal but I hated it but i did not. And my mother always stayed even if she was done with her meal. Why? I do not know I never asked.

When I was done, my mother finally stood without a word and left the room. And I stood and left as well. I went outside towards the outside gates wondering if the tavern girl will come or not. I will only wait a few. I dont have that much of a patience and if she wasn't coming I will just go back inside and find some wine and drink it all.

Just a few moments later I saw her coming from the serpent dark road. I felt a mix of emotions. I just looked at her to approach and she smiled at me when she was closer. Opening her arms and wrapping them around me.

"I never forgot, I am here" he looked up at me and smiled

"I see" I held her with one arm around her back waist and I made us to walk towards the door. Upon opening the door she was surprised to see such a magnificent place and so big. I was surprised she loved the Castle so much when I hated every corner of it. I made her wait on the hallway while I went to the kitchen and grab a bottle of wine and then we went upstairs to my room. She almost made me stop every few steps becasue she was astonished of what she saw.

I opened the door to my room "Dont be afraid of the dogs they are friendly" and we walked in. The dogs obviously came to me and they were around her trying to jump and play with her but she seemed scared. Two huge mastiff dogs and one small girl, it was obvious she was a little scared. I finally made them to stop and they went to back to lay down on the rug by the fireplace.

She sat on the edge of my bed and looked around my room.

"Your admiration surprises me. Its just a big room with thick walls" I said while I pet the dogs and walked towards the end table I had by my bed and grabbed the bottle of wine, opened it and drank from it.

"Is beautiful Lestat" she said and smiled at me

I chuckled and threw myself to the bed, my back resting on the pile of pillows by the wall and I drank more and I looked at her. All I wanted was to be drunk. She came closer slowly like a snake on tall grass, her hands sliding over my legs up to my thighs, her mischievous smile on her red lips, her hair tied up just a few locks falling over her face. I drank again and she took the bottle of wine off my hands and sat on my lap pulling up her dress so it would be nothing but her, her under garments and me.

"I dont want you drunk my Lord" she said accommodating herself more in purpose over me and leaving the bottle of wine on the table next to the bed. I smiled. Between that wine and the one few cups I had while having dinner I was a little tipsy.

"Will do then make me forget where I am at then?" I smirked and held her waist with my hands leaning closer and kissing her chest with a few soft kisses.

"yes I can" she replied holding my head her fingers tangled on my hair. That always make me lose all temper and anger and relaxed me so much.

We kissed, we took off our clothes, we felt each other bodies next to the other, we made love a few times over and over to finally we held each other until we could do no more.

I felt falling asleep laying on that straw mattress, her head resting on my shoulder and me all spread like if I fell onto that mattress. I was done and I didn't want no more.

She talked to me about the wolves. "I am scared you are going up there in the morning, is not just dogs Lestat" she said with her fingers playing with my hair.

"yes thats fine, it will be good, sleep..."I said with my eyes closed, tired, drunk, wet in sweat from the intercourse and ready to sleep. She rested her head on my chest and the only thing I remember next was waking up very early in the morning, it was still a little bit dark but I could hear the morning crickets and a few birds. I was laying on my stomach and i moved my arm and no one was there. Not even the dogs. Eyes half opened, my hair over my face, Im sure I looked like a mess half asleep. Then I remember it all. She probably left early while I was asleep to go back to the Inn. Ok fine. I fell back to the mattress and I didn't want to move but I know I had to go out there and kill the wolves. I protested silently...until I finally decided to move.

[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

drives me glass-eating batshit how Claudia and Amadeo were both teenagers rescued (or "rescued") from violently traumatic situations and taken in by paternal gentlemen vampires who taught them about the world and kept them safe and spoiled them rotten and loved them so so so much in profoundly unhealthy and dehumanizing ways. Claudia and Arun both entering the vampiric world as blank slates (like Claudia remembers her pre-turning past but we only get the barest details, it's hardly ever mentioned) and a wash of divinity, angel imagery and merciful gods. then as Claudia and Amadeo grew they started to pick up on the things that were off in their world and display aggressive behavior (Claudia's killing spree and Amadeo's The Shining moment, etc.) only to be physically punished for it. and then they experience the brutalities of life outside their maker's protection (Claudia under the floorboards and Armand under Rome) except she's able to come back home hardened and confront the realities of what's been done to her while Armand never gets that chance, he's stuck with the Children of Darkness, he's stuck deifying Marius, he's stuck clinging to ritual and tradition and all the things Claudia defies like breathing.

and then they finally cross paths and they're inverted mirrors of each other, Claudia the grown woman desperate to escape her teenager's body and Armand the grown man who wants to be loved and precocious and fascinating like he was as a teenager. Claudia being able to effortlessly pull off the veneer of innocence that Armand has to work so hard to maintain and she's not even grateful for it. she's got the youth he wants, she's got Louis's love, she's more free than Armand has ever been, she fought back against her Maker and got away with it, it's not Fair, it isn't right. so Armand punishes her with it, subjects her to the same cycle of objectification and dehumanization and violence that Amadeo went through (because it could be Worse right, he could be Donating her right). and when that's not enough to make up for everything he's missing he fucking kills her in an elaborate show just like she killed Lestat with the elaborate show that was Mardi Gras, only his writings recording the process damn him just like her writings damn her, their need to leave some mark of themselves above all else consuming everything.

and after killing her Armand spends years dragging around with a Louis who hates him just like Louis dragged around with a Claudia who hated him. he's the good nurse for Louis the way Claudia was and he competes with Lestat's ghost the way she did and he watches a fragile life with flowers growing from dead things all come crashing down in ash and dust like she did, all because of what he did to her. and at the end of the day they're both fucked-up kids whose most commonly used last names stem from the fathers who fucked them up and they could have lived each other's lives and in some ways they almost did.

[macaulaytwins]

[joanwatsonias]

Interview with Vampire // The Vampire Lestat

[readerconfused]

SPOILERS IWTV EP 7

Armand asked what Madeleine would do when Claudia threw herself into the fire, well she would accompany her into the flames

she can't save her, but she chose to be her companion even if it meant dying for the second time

[nalyra-dreaming]

Hi! I haven't read the iwtv books so could you explain what you mean by Lestat keeping Louis and Claudia as mortal as possible? And it's something that Marius advised? I wouldn't mind any spoilers!

Have a nice day!

Hey!

So to expand on that a bit:

After Lestat was turned against his will and after he encountered the Children of Darkness and Armand he tries to find Marius, Armand's maker (and a true ancient, them calling Armand ancient is very funny to me tbh^^) to find some (more) answers.

Ultimately he does manage to rouse Marius' interest, and Marius raises him from a dirt nap and takes him to the island where he lives and cares for "Those Who Must Be Kept". (We know that also happened in the show in some kind of manner, because Lestat refers to TWMBK in ep7.)

Marius tells Lestat his life story, introduces him to Akasha and Enkil.

And he gives him advice (from "The Vampire Lestat"):

"If you mean to survive, you must live out one complete lifetime as soon as you can. To forestall it may be to lose everything, to despair and to go into the earth again, never to rise. Or worse. . . " [...] "Then do as I advise. And understand this also. In a real way, eternity is merely the living of one human lifetime after another. Of course, there may be long periods of retreat; times of slumber or of merely watching. But again and again we plunge into the stream, and we swim as long as we can, until time or tragedy brings us down as they will do mortals. " [...] "Exactly, make them in love. And make certain they have had some lifetime before you make them; and never never make one as young as Armand. That is the worst crime I have ever committed against my own kind, the taking of the young boy child Armand. "

But he also gives him a warning:

"You know why not. I can't have you or anyone else know the location of Those Who Must Be Kept. And that brings us now to something very important: the promises I must have from you. " "Anything, " I said. "But what could you possibly want that I could give? " "Simply this. You must never tell others the things that I have told you. Never tell of Those Who Must Be Kept. Never tell the legends of the old gods. Never tell others that you have seen me. " I nodded gravely. I had expected this, but I knew without even thinking that this might prove very hard indeed. "If you tell even one part, " he said, "another will follow, and with every telling of the secret of Those Who Must Be Kept you increase the danger of their discovery. " "Yes, " I said. "But the legends, our origins . . . What about those children that I make? Can't I tell them- " "No. As I told you, tell part and you will end up telling all. Besides, if these fledglings are children of the Christian god, if they are poisoned as Nicolas was with the Christian notion of Original Sin and guilt, they will only be maddened and disappointed by these old tales. It will all be a horror to them that they cannot accept. Accidents, pagan gods they don't believe in, customs they cannot understand. One has to be ready for this knowledge, meager as it may be. Rather listen hard to their questions and tell them what you must to make them contented. And if you find you cannot lie to them, don't tell them anything at all. Try to make them strong as godless men today are strong. But mark my words, the old legends never. Those are mine and mine alone to tell. " "What will you do to me if I tell them? " I asked. This startled him. He lost his composure for almost a full second, and then he laughed. "You are the damnedest creature, Lestat, " he murmured. "The point is I can do anything I like to you if you tell. Surely you know that. I could crush you underfoot the way Akasha crushed the Elder. I could set you ablaze with the power of my mind. But I don't want to utter such threats. I want you to come back to me. But I will not have these secrets known. I will not have a band of immortals descend upon me again as they did in Venice. I will not be known to our kind. You must never-deliberately or accidentally-send anyone searching for Those Who Must Be Kept or for Marius. You will never utter my name to others. " "I understand, " I said.

Lestat goes to NOLA after and tries to follow Marius' advice - and heed the warning.

That is the why.

The how...

Lestat never shows them the full extent of his powers. He lives with them in a house, as a family, not as a coven. He tries not to be the "coven master" for long stretches of time (going so far as to leave his home for example). He hides the more monstrous aspects of their existence, as well as the cruel implementations/rituals other covens have. Since Louis is very much also "poisoned by the notion of the Christian God" he does not tell them much either, probably half for fear of Marius and half for the gut feeling that the knowledge he has would actually not help much.

That is what I mean that he keeps them as mortal as possible.

They live with mortals, in their midst, masquerading as mortals, having hobbies, and interests, going to theaters, cinema etc. He makes his fledglings from and through love, and tries to live a "life" with them.

As good as he possibly can.

(The downside is, of course, that Louis and Claudia unfortunately have no concept of what awaits them with the other vampires. Which is exactly why Lestat did not want them to go to... Paris.)

[namedforvalor]

Scenes from The Vampire Chronicles that genuinely made me laugh out loud: The Vampire Lestat edition. (spoilers)

Really loved Lestat waking up, wandering around a bit, then approaching a group of punks and casually saying "I'm a vampire" and they're just like "oh cool" followed by them finally asking his name and telling him he's in a book. Lestat standing under a street lamp reading the entirety of IWTV in one sitting was a perfect way to start this.

Lestat standing in the church after being chased through town by a hoard of vampires, meeting Armand who is essentially like “can you stop being an asshole? I’ve convinced these idiots that I know god and I’ve established rules and you’re fucking up my game by breaking them” and Lestat is like “��right” and then immediately starts screaming that Armand is in the church at the top of his lungs while Armand chases him around telling him to shut up. You can't write this shit.

When Lestat is in the crypts and Allesandra and Armand are trying to convince him to join them and she's basically like "You can't live with mortals, you'll eventually start to love them" and Lestat, so seriously, is like "Oh.. It takes you three hundred years to love something, you monsters? I loved them from the first night. Were you awful in your mortal lives as well?" like my god read them to filth.

[laniidae-passerine]

okay I have to ask for the sake of fandom and fic writers everywhere:

[mostlyvampires]

When Lestat goes a little crazy

In The Vampire Lestat, there's a point when Nicolas and Lestat are having their drunken Conversations and Lestat comes to realize his own mortality:

But I had stopped laughing. I stood still and I understood perfectly what I was saying!

There was no judgement day, no final explanation, no luminous moment in which all terrible wrongs would be made right, all horrors redeemed.

The witches burned at the stake would never be avenged.

No one was ever going to tell us anything!

No, I didn't understand it at this moment. I saw it! And I began to make the single sound: "Oh!" and then I said it louder and louder and louder, and I dropped the wine bottle on the floor. I put my hands to my head and I kept saying it, and I could see my mouth opened in that perfect circle that I had described to my mother and I kept saying, "Oh, oh, oh!"

[savagewildnerness]

“Right now I'm thinking about the snow all over those mountains and the wolves that were frightening the villagers and stealing my sheep. And I'm thinking of the old saying in France in those days, that if you lived in the province of Auvergne you could get no farther from Paris.”

[princelestatdelioncourt]

Part lll - Wolfkiller

*fanfic*

It was still dark when I woke up next morning. Always an early raiser, since I remember as a kid, I am always the first one to get up and the last one to go to sleep.

I opened my eyes and I saw that familiar fur next to me. My beloved dogs sleeping by my side, providing that warmth and company. For someone that has dogs or cats living with them surely this will sound familiar.

I have trained and fed these dogs since they were pups, a male and female. So strong jaws, strong legs, muscular body...I have never weighted them, I had not scales and the only ones I was aware of, were for spices and food. But I do believe their weighed around 120–140 lbs.

I just laid there for a few minutes, spread on my straw mattress under a blanket and old sheets, one arm over the male’s body length and the female was laying on my back. Listening to them while they slept. Memories from years ago when I went down to the breeder and held them in my arms. Days and afternoons training them. It made me smile. It made me feel warm inside. I thought I did good with them, I was their friend and showed them how to do good and they returned their gratitude with their comfort, helping when hunting, company at nights and love.

I took a deep breath from all these thoughts that started to annoy me for some reason and I finally got up. I looked at the window, Snowing. Perfect. That winter was horrible cold and snowing mostly everyday, which was no good becasue there was basically nothing to hunt. nothing to provide, nothing to eat but vegetable broth if any vegetables survived the snow, or to re use that old bone to cook more broth.

My clothes where spread everywhere. I remembered then, I had company last night. The castle gates, the wine, the cheese, the tavern servant... where the hell she was? I looked around , she wasn't there, I was certainly sure about that. Maybe she left while I was asleep. I gave no importance and I continued getting dressed.

What I thought about while I was getting dressed? nothing. I have my mind clear. I just felt frustrated. I felt alone. I felt nothing had importance. That was the everyday feeling there. I was there, I was live, I was just one living in these walls, thats all.

The dogs were awake now, still laying on the bed but on alert for my sign to follow me.

My side table, the one by the window and fireplace, had a basin with water, it was horribly cold. I splashed my face with it and I looked at my self on that old almost faded mirror. Messy hair and my old reflection. Good enough to go hunting. Not gave importance on anything I saw. But let me tell you something. Every time I looked at myself in a mirror, I stared at my own eyes. And it seemed I talked to myself without moving my lips. Own support, own courage. Nothing else than that.

I gave the sign for my dogs to follow me.

Now let go hunt the pups.

The castle was still sleeping minus the servants already working on the kitchen.

Went to the kitchen hoping to find something to eat prior my hunting day. Maybe something for the dogs as well.

It was warm in there, always with that giant fireplace that once served these horrendous medieval wars and they celebrated their triumphs. Now just for whatever I provided and broth. But I am not a history listener as you know so all I knew is all i have heard from far away.

Cheese in the pantry. Loaf of bread, leftovers from last night dinner. It was hard but it was something. Unfortunately there was nothing for the dogs and I felt bad. Surely I will hunt something and they could eat that. The wolf perhaps. That thought made me chuckle. Eat the damned wolf.

The main servant walked in the kitchen and saw me eating.

“Good Morning Lord” she said

“Don’t call me that” I replied while eating and looking at her. She raised me basically. Duties from the royalty. Servant will take care of their Lords kids.

She side smiled becasue she knew I always hated that Lord signature.

“Going hunting early today” she said while cutting some carrots

My eyes where on her, while I still stood, leaning to the table that was in the middle of the room, legs crossed and my dogs by my side. How I looked like?

“Hmm yes. I have to find these pups”

“Pups?” she looked at me “ Lestat, these are no pups but wolves, they killed the villager sheeps and cows”

“Yes and thats all. Since when a wolf attacked a man? They are just hungry ......like we are” I said the last words with venom on my lips.

She looked at me in silence and then returned to cut more vegetables. She murmured something I could not understand or gave a prayer. I looked at her and I lifted my brow. I had enough of that conversation and I walked towards that old medieval room where we had these old armor and medieval weapons. I looked around. What to choose. Three flintlock guns, a flintlock rifle, my muskets and my father's sword. A very large mace spiked club and also an iron ball attached to a chain that could be swung with immense force at an attacker. Many tips back and forth to the barn and prepare my worse with all that arsenal. The hell I needed all of that? oh well. Might no need it but there I was packing it all. Just before leaving the castle, I added to this little arsenal one or two ancient weapons that I'd never bothered with before.

There I went up hill, for a long time. It was all quiet and still snowing. Dogs by my side. I had my mind clear but I was unhappy and ferocious as I rode up the mountain. I wanted to kill them all, I was ready. I needed it. It was something inside of me that needed that fight.

[leslutdepointedulac]

The brain doesn't stop maturing until about 25. Vampires do age mentally but I think they still retain aspects of their mortal ages to an extent. Lestat was 20 when he was turned and Louis was 25. That explains so much about them if you ask me.

[zombie-bait]

The Death of a Vampire

Lestat as a protagonist just works so incredibly well and a very significant aspect of that is him being Anne Rice's self-insert. Lived experience can be critical when it comes to writing a good story and many memorable novels will feature elements of that. Anne is built different, though. Lestat (book 2 onwards) is basically Anne's journal for dealing with her grievances and trauma, which, on its own, is a very questionable method of writing. More often than not, it causes him to be characterized inconsistently between books because Anne's own opinions have changed. But it also makes him so real.

You follow his struggles with religion, you see him yearn for forgiveness from a god that has seemingly abandoned him a long time ago and you feel it. The passage I will never get over is in the early chapters of The Vampire Lestat, when Lestat has a breakdown over his mother's (and frankly his own) mortality. He struggles and he cries and he can't get out of bed because there's nothing he can do. Eventually he starts to live again, forces himself to.

But.

"I wandered into the church and on my knees I leaned against the wall and I looked at the ancient statues and I felt the same gratitude looking at the finely carved fingers and the noses and the ears and the expressions on their faces and the deep folds in their garments, and I couldn’t stop myself from crying. At least we had these beautiful things, I said. Such goodness. But nothing natural seemed beautiful to me now! The very sight of a great tree standing alone in a field could make me tremble and cry out. Fill the orchard with music. And let me tell you a little secret. It never did pass, really."

I think about those last two sentences a lot. I think about them even more since Anne Rice passed away.

Every page of Interview is spent talking about death and yet (imo) it's only in TVL that you really feel it. Louis in book 1 welcomes death quite readily because, besides his toxic boyfriend and their traumatized daughter, he doesn't have much to live for. He's basically given up by the time Lestat appears. The greatest torture, to Louis, is the knowledge that he can live forever on the suffering of others.

But Lestat is the complete opposite. He wants to listen to music, to explore Paris, to perform on any stage that will take him, to embrace the man he loves and to send his ailing mother letters of his accomplishments. Death matters most to those who are desperate to live and god is he desperate. He's haunted by his mother's sickness, by the wolves on the mountain that threaten to end his life before he's even lived it, the witches place that reeks of meaningless suffering. And in a way, the dark gift provides opportunity to escape that. But it is still death. It takes away Nicki in a very literal way and takes away his mother in a more personal one. Magnus, like death, chose Lestat arbitrarily. He sees the cellar of blonde corpses and knows that he was only one of dozens to meet an untimely death with no explanation.

Lestat also really wants you to know that he is, truly, a good person. He must be. He swears to only hunt criminals and then goes back on that two pages later. He reshapes stories to present himself as the noble protagonist and the audience has no choice but to believe him. He wants, desperately, to be loved for all that he is, man and monster. He wants to be the hero.

He's this awful, fascinating, very human man so clearly born out of the internal struggle to find meaning and love in a cruel, unpredictable world we all tend to share. He's made up of incredibly basic and powerful human desires hidden behind a mask of bravado and I can't recalling seeing another protagonist like him.

(Quick mention: This isn't some kind of "wow Anne Rice is an incredible author who can do no wrong" piece. She's written a lot of fucked up and bad shit that cannot be easily brushed over. But I don't think I'll ever get over reading TVL for the first time. To read someone bare their soul in such a way creates a truly unique experience. A lot of characters in a lot of pieces of media face death, but it's rare to see a character face mortality in such a personal way.)

(Also odds are I've written similar posts to this before but shhhhh these sad gay vampires are all I have)

[tricoufamily]

i was inspired to remake my first render, i hadn't seen it in a while! 🦇🦇🖤🥀 also percy is here now

original:

(yes this is apparently the resolution i posted)

[redversaillesrose]

Honestly? I hope Claudia got her posthumous revenge on the people at the theater. “oh but they didn’t know it was all for real!!!!” And that’s on them for being so fucking gullible. If the local self-proclaimed theater of vampires that plays the same play night after night with the only variation being the human victims, suddenly advertised a play in the middle of the day that would only be played once, you simply wouldn’t catch me dead going to see it. I’m not about to have a bunch of immortal theater kids including me in their shenanigans and making fun of me in the process.