The Artist Lestat

[devilish_prince]

It seems the last few weeks, Lestat has been painting and drawing up a storm, and there is no more room in the tower for his artwork. Now along the main hall, dozens of canvasses of every size and shape have been set along the walls for the residents' perusal. Many of the images are from his own memories and stories, but passers-by may be

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[sweariwontdie]

The Mansion's other Armand, slight, dark-haired and utterly fascinated with art and the people who can create it... "Oh my," he whispers from a respectful distance. It never pays to get close enough to annoy the vampires, after all. "These are lovely."

[devilish_prince]

Lestat smiles and nods graciously in his direction, motioning for him to take a better look. "Merci, Monsieur... St. Juste, is it? Yes, I remember you. Please, feel free to examine any at your leisure. If you something catches your eye, you're more than welcome to take it with you."

[sweariwontdie]

Armand nods. "Yes, that's my name." He does come closer but still seems to be in deep awe, almost afraid to touch the edges of the frames and/or canvases to move them around to look at them. "Your skill... I've not seen anything like this."

[devilish_prince]

"Thank you for the kind words monsieur, but I am only learning. I excel at mimicry, so I have yet to capture a style of my own. They did turn out rather as I'd intended though, so I'm satisfied. Do you prefer anything in particular; landscapes, cities, people...?"

[sweariwontdie]

"It's hard to choose, monsieur. Probably not people. I wonder about their stories too much. Places are safer."

[devilish_prince]

"Mmmm, places... I've been to many places around the world. The landscapes are over on that wall there," he points out to the wall closest to them. "Please, look to your heart's content. I put no limit on how many you'd like. Take them all if you will! It's only I have no more room for them now, and they really -should- be put up somewhere..."

[sweariwontdie]

He goes to look at the landscapes. Some of them remind him of the area outside Paris that he saw from time to time when he was younger.

[devilish_prince]

"And how have you been, monsieur? I believe the last time we met was the first time we met," he chuckles softly. "It has been some time since then, are you very well?"

[sweariwontdie]

He's very surprised to find the vampire so conversational. "Oh, I'm well. I don't like the cold weather very much, but I am spending time with my family and friends, so all is well. How are you?"

[devilish_prince]

"I'm glad to hear it. I'm doing rather well myself, fairly settled in here, I would say. Although I'm never truly settled in anywhere. I'm too much of a restless soul for that," he winks agreeably.

[sweariwontdie]

Armand bites his lip. Not everyone who has come here has been able to wander. "Are you thinking of leaving us already?"

[devilish_prince]

Lestat cocks his head and smiles warmly. "Oh, I wander in and out, but I'm always around. I wouldn't dream of leaving so soon, not when there is always a new acquaintance to be met, a new adventure to be had!"

[sweariwontdie]

"Well, there are many experiences and people to encounter here. The geography is a bit limited but the variety is not." He smiles.

[devilish_prince]

"Yes, I've been forutunate enough to meet a handful or so of rather fascinating characters. And they never stop arriving, it seems!"

[sweariwontdie]

"That is the wonder of living here." He's stopped to study a particular landscape. Very wild rough land. "Where is this, M. de Lioncourt?"

[devilish_prince]

He cocks his head for a moment, staring at the painting thoughtfully. "You know, I've no idea," he laughs suddenly. "Sometimes I just see images in my head, and I feel the need to paint them. They're not mine, they're someone else's thoughts of memories."