Re: Action time naobreakhisvowNovember 2 2008, 04:47:30 UTC
A movie made from Interview with the Vampire was news to Daniel. He’d never been too keen on movie adaptations, nor had he published material for monetary reasons. So he assumed, as outlandish as it sounded, that somewhere, somehow- it came from another world. Creepy to think about, really. Maybe there was another Daniel Molloy out there who had sold the rights to his book.
At least it would be good for laughs, he mused, plopping down on the couch with a readied grin.
"I can't wait to hear your horrendous accent, Armand. You never know, I might just take to it. "
Ah, Daniel with his grin. Armand was used to that grin from his fledgling who was so often so delighted with his new life. Sometimes it brought him pleasure that he had given someone he loved something he wanted so desperately. More often it brought him grief for what he would lose. Tonight, it left him wanting to turn the smile to some other expression with teeth in Danny's flesh.
Wanting, but resisting because it did not feel like his own wants, but something foreign and he would not succumb to another's will so easily.
He pulled his feet under himself and curled in the opposite corner of the couch before holding up the remote control to begin the movie.
"You might take to it?" He asked sweetly as the opening sequence began over San Francisco. "I might take it up."
Action time naobreakhisvowNovember 2 2008, 05:27:52 UTC
It was grin he carried around more so nowadays. Half the times a cover to keep with his ploy, the half earnest as it had been before distance set them apart. Though, if he knew about Armand’s cursed state - he’d probably be curling up closer to his corner of the couch.
“A British accent maybe? A Russian on-?
A slip. At this point, Armand had kept closed lips about his past. It was rather something Daniel had read from his eventual book- his past prior to meeting Armand. He did his best to maneuver around the previous topic.
“First off, when was I ever a brunette- Wait, is that Christian Slater?”
"And so old," Armand murmured, remembering Daniel's youth when he first found "the boy."
"I don't recognize him, but look at Louis." Louis was beautiful, as was his actor, but the voice... not right. How frustrating to watch a movie when you actually knew the people who were being pantomimed on screen. More so when you loved them.
He spoke without looking away from the screen and the ersatz Louis, picking up the other thread of Danny's comment. "My accent - if there is one, I cannot hear it - would be Italian. Perhaps with a trace of Russian."
Re: Action time naobreakhisvowNovember 2 2008, 06:07:38 UTC
"He has interesting expressions at least. One hell of a forehead though," he adds, taking note of Christian’s skeptical demeanor - until the light goes click and he jumps up from his seat. At least they got that part right.
Daniel had gone over Interview countless times. Tacking down sentence after sentence into his memory. An unguent to keep his sanity in check after he fled from that room. But that was in the past now, there shouldn’t be any cause for discomfort. Yet it was awkward, watching nearly a replay of what had drawn him into this chaos in the first place. The Interviewer wasn’t him, even if was intended to represent him, and Louis, while beautiful- as Armand would say, wasn’t the same Louis who’d sat before him and recounted his past.
“Ah.”
A clipped response was all that was needed. He’d rather not dwell too long on the topic.
He was transfixed, motionless in his little ball at the end of the couch, only his eyes tracking what played out, though he laughed almost delightedly at movie Daniel's reaction to Louis' mild display of what made him different.
Another time Armand might have wondered at his Daniel's taciturn response, but he was distracted. He had read the book, of course. He had read it, committed it memory, laughed and scorned and scoffed and sulked over the book, depending upon his mood.
But to see it, to see Louis in his path of self-destruction those centuries ago, to see those words brought to life on the screen....
Action time naobreakhisvowNovember 2 2008, 07:24:47 UTC
Daniel shares the same sentiments with Armand, the impression of Louis's words on screen. But, admittedly, it did a good job of hashing over key details- Louis's brother for instance. Books were always cut when they reached the screen.
"And over the top. Missed the part about Louis's brother completely."
He paused. A moment of silence, both in voice and countenance as he watches Lestat give Louis the Dark Gift. He may have already obtained it, but an obsession leaves its marks.
Only once has Armand done what he watched on the screen as the players played at being vampires. Lestat, Lestat, so profligate in your loves, so generous in your selfishness when it comes to sharing the blood to make more of our kind.
Would you have done it so often if you had known that each of your children would be weaker and weaker?
Armand slid his eyes over to Daniel, drinking in his profile as the other vampire watched the story play out in flickering blue in the dimly lit room. How long before his beloved Daniel left him? How long before he could let go enough to permit it?
Foolish.
He looked back to the screen to watch Louis refuse to kill a whore only to have Lestat finish her in his stead.
"At least he got over that," he murmured, half to himself. "Though Paris could only have benefitted from his taste for rats."
Action time naobreakhisvowNovember 4 2008, 07:44:00 UTC
"Of course he got over that," he chuckled, sending Armand a raised eyebrow, "Didn't have any qualms snacking on me post-interview."
It was now Claudia's turn to make her entrance, followed by Lestat's act of dancing with her mother's corpse. It was enough to earn a look of disgust from Daniel - and here had attempted to chase the same man down after the interview.
"She is too old," was all he said aloud as he watched the movie gloss over the matter of the orphanage and made her transformation into something neater and gentler than it could ever be.
He felt no guilt watching the girl on the screen, but they would not show what really happened to her. Louis did not know. As far as he could know, no one knew. He carried that secret along with so many others.
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Curious?
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Of course. An author always is how curious to how a director brutalized his work.
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Come watch with me.
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Come, then. The movie awaits us.
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At least it would be good for laughs, he mused, plopping down on the couch with a readied grin.
"I can't wait to hear your horrendous accent, Armand. You never know, I might just take to it. "
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Wanting, but resisting because it did not feel like his own wants, but something foreign and he would not succumb to another's will so easily.
He pulled his feet under himself and curled in the opposite corner of the couch before holding up the remote control to begin the movie.
"You might take to it?" He asked sweetly as the opening sequence began over San Francisco. "I might take it up."
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“A British accent maybe? A Russian on-?
A slip. At this point, Armand had kept closed lips about his past. It was rather something Daniel had read from his eventual book- his past prior to meeting Armand. He did his best to maneuver around the previous topic.
“First off, when was I ever a brunette- Wait, is that Christian Slater?”
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"I don't recognize him, but look at Louis." Louis was beautiful, as was his actor, but the voice... not right. How frustrating to watch a movie when you actually knew the people who were being pantomimed on screen. More so when you loved them.
He spoke without looking away from the screen and the ersatz Louis, picking up the other thread of Danny's comment. "My accent - if there is one, I cannot hear it - would be Italian. Perhaps with a trace of Russian."
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Daniel had gone over Interview countless times. Tacking down sentence after sentence into his memory. An unguent to keep his sanity in check after he fled from that room. But that was in the past now, there shouldn’t be any cause for discomfort. Yet it was awkward, watching nearly a replay of what had drawn him into this chaos in the first place. The Interviewer wasn’t him, even if was intended to represent him, and Louis, while beautiful- as Armand would say, wasn’t the same Louis who’d sat before him and recounted his past.
“Ah.”
A clipped response was all that was needed. He’d rather not dwell too long on the topic.
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Another time Armand might have wondered at his Daniel's taciturn response, but he was distracted. He had read the book, of course. He had read it, committed it memory, laughed and scorned and scoffed and sulked over the book, depending upon his mood.
But to see it, to see Louis in his path of self-destruction those centuries ago, to see those words brought to life on the screen....
"It is both maddening and exquisite."
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"And over the top. Missed the part about Louis's brother completely."
He paused. A moment of silence, both in voice and countenance as he watches Lestat give Louis the Dark Gift. He may have already obtained it, but an obsession leaves its marks.
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Would you have done it so often if you had known that each of your children would be weaker and weaker?
Armand slid his eyes over to Daniel, drinking in his profile as the other vampire watched the story play out in flickering blue in the dimly lit room. How long before his beloved Daniel left him? How long before he could let go enough to permit it?
Foolish.
He looked back to the screen to watch Louis refuse to kill a whore only to have Lestat finish her in his stead.
"At least he got over that," he murmured, half to himself. "Though Paris could only have benefitted from his taste for rats."
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It was now Claudia's turn to make her entrance, followed by Lestat's act of dancing with her mother's corpse. It was enough to earn a look of disgust from Daniel - and here had attempted to chase the same man down after the interview.
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"She is too old," was all he said aloud as he watched the movie gloss over the matter of the orphanage and made her transformation into something neater and gentler than it could ever be.
He felt no guilt watching the girl on the screen, but they would not show what really happened to her. Louis did not know. As far as he could know, no one knew. He carried that secret along with so many others.
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