K’s nerdy corner

I wandered the world with him until very late in this modern age. Time eventually destroyed our love for one another. Time withered our gentle intimacy. Time devoured whatever conversation or pleasures we once agreeably shared.

the discourse in this fandom is exhausting.

the writers left it vague ON PURPOSE. there is no single concrete truth to be found in lestat’s depiction of armand’s description of this incident

was it rape? was it consensual rough sex? was it daniel’s student, or was it just a student?

we don’t know. they’re not telling us. on purpose.

you’re meant to hear it, understand that daniel’s a bad dude, that maybe he DID rape a kid, or take advantage of a student, or maybe not, and sit with that discomfort

you’re meant to WONDER what daniel might be capable of, not argue on the internet over what he did that night like there’s a right answer.

By the time we left Italy I was playing dangerous little games with mortals. I’d see a man, or a woman—a human being who looked perfect to me spiritually—and I would follow the human about. Maybe for a week I’d do this, then a month, sometimes even longer than that. I’d fall in love with the being. I’d imagine friendship, conversation, intimacy that we could never have. In some magical and imaginary moment I would say: “But you see what I am,” and this human being, in supreme spiritual understanding, would say: “Yes, I see. I understand.”