Lestat
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Je vous aime, mes chéries, toujours
Male
22 years old
For me to know.
Madagascar
Last Login: 12/29/2009
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Lestat's Interests
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| General | addiction, aesthetics, bliss, blood, creativity, death, delusion, deviancy, drama, euphoria, existentialism, freedom, hope, humanism, imagination, infinity, intellectuality, irony, irreverence, life, love, lust, music, mythology, nola, pain, passion, perspective, philosophy, pleasure, possibility, shakespeare, sin, sublime, sublime requiem, you, you, you, the ineffable, truth, vampires | | Music | Depeche Mode, Beethoven, NIN, Artie Shaw, Sinatra, Violin, The Rolling Stones, Dietrich, Édith Piaf, Metallica, Joy Division, Louis Armstrong, The Cure, The Pixies, Count Basie, Vivaldi, Muse, Mozart, Dean Martin, Brahms, Rimsky-K, Mussorgski, | | Movies | The Maltese Falcon, A Clockwork Orange, Gothic, Faust, Apocalypse Now, White Heat, The Lion in Winter, Nosferatu, Quatre cents coups, The Treasure of the Sierra Madre, The Masque of the Red Death , To Have and Have Not, Laurence of Arabia, Sunset Blvd, This Is Spinal Tap, Macbeth, Touch of Evil, The Blues Brothers, West Side Story, Pulp Fiction, The Nightmare Before Christmas, Fight Club, The Wicker Man, Chicago, Cabaret, It's a Wonderful Life, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, The Third Man, Wacky Races, The Shining, Blade Runner, Romeo and Juliet, Metropolis, Julius Caesar, A Company of Wolves, The Night of the Hunter |
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Lestat's Details
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| Status: | Single | | Body type: | 6' 0" / Athletic | | Zodiac Sign: | Scorpio | | Occupation: | Smart Ass |
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About me:
I am the Vampire Lestat and I'm going all out to steal your heart again.
You do know who I am, don't you? You simply must know me! And if you don't, or even if you do, I absolutely must introduce myself because baby, I'm to die for.
Behold your hero who struts and frets on an indefinite stage; irrepressibly charming, outlandishly sensual, irretrievably villainous - insatiable!
I'm a gutter philosopher and the champion of dreams. I'm a flawed visionary, an all-action hero. I'm an icon, pure iconoclast. I am the one and only. What a brutal Casanova, an impossibly delinquent saint! And I bet no matter what I do, I can still make you love me, or hate me; either will do and amount to much the same thing.
But love is a good place to start, don't you think? And in love, how I have missed you. Of course, it's been a while. You do remember me, but what do you remember? I'm probably a little fractured in your recollection. I get that. I'm even a little fractured in mine.
When we last met I was at something of a crossroads. Undeniably a living legend, but in matching hues of hope and despair I had withdrawn from the world, and what's more, I was in love. Well, aren't I always?
So now I'm back, virtually indestructible, and positively dizzy with a brand new medium.
Here, I can be anything you want me to be and I do crave it utterly. I'm a cyber fiend and that means that I'm closer than ever before. There is nothing but a breath between us; a glimmering heartbeat, a flash of light. All that separates you and I is perspective and that's such a little thing. I am all that I ever was and will be forever, amen.
In this eerie communion of monochrome and light there can be no unearthly radiance. My entire being is contained in the words I type to you and nothing more. Be gone telepathic razzmatazz! You can't see the prismatic luster of my eyes or feel the infamous hardness of my flesh. I'm reduced to nothing but the raw material of my soul and how I exalt in your disbelief.
My notorious greed for life is voracious. It's still my dirty little vice, my compulsive glory, my own passionate playground, and you'd better believe it. I'm still tormented by my own existence. I still weep for innocence, but I'm always deliriously in love with myself by the third act. I don't think you know me yet and I need you to know me. The camera is still rolling. The show ain't over yet.
Forget the rapacious demands of my heart, even if my heart's still greedy. Pass by that gorgeous vision of sainthood, even if you can't deny it had possibilities. I still want to be your hero. Forget my swagger in the spotlight of a world I can't have, although I still ache for it, you know I do. Anonymity is hateful. I'm sequestered in the sanctity of my own desires.
I need you, you know how I do. You want me to taste of your lips and your tender skin and sup greedily on every eloquent and vibrant heartbeat. Oh, and I want to. I yearn for it and how I'd love you all the more. But there are other ways to kiss your soul. Let me merely be Lestat for one soft incandescent moment.
So we'll talk passionately of dreams, you and I, and sit together as firm friends, breath upon breath. We're merely two beings weaving an intimate tapestry between us who will nod and exchange a piquant smile of perfect understanding. Until we meet.
Intimately.
Lestat de Lioncourt. November 10, 2005.
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