Nicolas de Lenfent
🐦⬛~The bird sailing on through the darkness over the barren shore, the seamless sea.~🕊️
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- Writing a few chapters with 6-year-old Nicki & Papa & it’s SO hard, because I find it much more interesting if Papa truly loves Nicolas AND truly harms how his mind forms… That’s more often how harm happens, isn’t it? It isn’t that the parent doesn’t love. It’s that they *do* love, but harm anyway.
- It’s really hard to play violin sitting on a soft, sinking bed. I never realised how hard. This is for Daniel & Nicolas. There isn’t a quote, as I think there doesn’t exist a quote… but there are some aspects of self they share (more notably book-Daniel to be fair) & that’s what I thought about.
- Do you love them, your silent children? Do they love you? The Dark Trick never brings love, you see, it brings only the silence. We used to say it was Satan's will, that the master and the fledgling not seek comfort in each other. It was Satan who had to be served, after all. They never satisfy
- I really felt like playing for Lestat’s children today. So here they are: for Nicolas, Louis and Claudia. I don’t have a quote. Only a feeling.
- Perhaps the horror of my own life was that, no matter what I did or where I went, I always understood.
- His eyes were positively shining when he looked at me. You would have thought he was looking at a sovereign.
- Do you remember what you told me years ago, before we ever left home? You said it the very day that he came up the mountain with the merchants to give me the red cloak. You said that his father was so angry with him for his violin playing that he was threatening to break his hands. Do you think we
- “In a cold silent way I imagined myself looking throughout Cairo for her. Calling her, telling her to come back. It almost seemed for a moment that I had done it, that, thoroughly humiliated, I had run after her, and I had tried to tell her again about destiny: that I had been meant to lose her just
- the sense of sinking returned, the sense of the dream in which we navigate with or without will
- Oh, Lord, if Thou wert music, this then would be Thy voice, and no discord could ever prevail against Thee. (Oh God, this was a bit too much pressure to do justice too. I’m sick, but I still TRY 💀🪦🫀😭.)
- “Well, don’t you like it, my lord patron?” 1/2
- If I am an angel, paint me with black wings.
- Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat.
- I'll wear it with my hair gathered beneath a crown of myrtle and ivy. And we'll dance beneath the moon, on the banks of the Seine, on the Île Saint-Louis.” I pictured us there, dancing. Racing hearts pressed close, beating with the music of our souls. Free. And in my mind - the river pulsed,
- How big are Lestat and Nicolas compared to a violin? 🎻
- 🥹😭🥀🌌
- “…And yet he loved this thing… because it was ghastly & awful & loathsome, and beautiful all at the same time. He loved it the way people love evil, because it thrills them to the core of their souls.” Daniel Molloy; The Devil’s Minion, articulating to us, for us why we love The Vampire Chronicles.
- Divine art by lourocarmim on tumblr Oh no, Nicolas has lost his shoe, and truly, this time.
- Just in case anyone is considering it… please do not get any third party to purchase for you in the upcoming IWTV auction. A man has stolen these violins I paid for… but the point isn’t that I paid for them, but that he mutually made them mine in my heart. Though I DID not only pay for them, and…
- "What a fool I was. Of course he never looked down on me. He did not have to. He simply never looked at me at all. For all his laughter and fury, his promises of freedom and truth - he always believed himself above. Above the Witches. Above me."
- Gorgeous art by cats_doodle_dump (IG) catsdoodledump (X) 🫀 I didn’t notice Nicolas was slowly sliding to his death! 😂😭💀
- Or if you prefer to start at the beginning… The Devil’s Child: archiveofourown.org/works/741059...
- Chapters 2 & 3 of The Devil’s Child are up, finally! You might wanna just read chapter 2 if you prefer lighter stuff ‘cause Nicolas is just 6 in this chapter. He’s pretty precocious for a 6-year-old, AS HE OUGHT TO BE, say I! 🌸🍒🌳💀 archiveofourown.org/works/741059...
- For gorgeous art by @piphydraws And for some writing with it… (sorry I giggled when it went wrong in the middle!)
- I know nothing, because I know too much, and understand not nearly enough and never will. Mute on at the start of this if you were curious ever about a muted violin sound (only as I forgot it was on 💀.)
- Barely enduring
- Did he know me fully now – the all of me? And, if he truly did, was this yet another comfort? Or, was it— And yet, eased as I was now, the question did not matter. I sat up and tied my cravat. I felt calm, and as I gazed at the sky before me, I felt the kind of peace it used to give me to look
- Hi everyone… today I imagined Nicolas one day saying that he wished he could have 50 more years of practice to perfect his violin technique… BUT HE DID NOT BECAUSE HE DIED. You’re welcome. In this one, I wanted the piano to be Lestat and the violin, somehow Louis?
- "I don't believe it," Nicolas said bitterly. "He wouldn't be ashamed of us." There was a suppressed rage in his voice, an ugly grief. "And why did he leave the way he did? I heard him calling me! The window was smashed to pieces! I tell you I was half awake, and I heard his voice..."
- Or just one violin line…
- You…
