Nicolas de Lenfent
@nicolasdelenfent.bsky.social
🐦⬛~The bird sailing on through the darkness over the barren shore, the seamless sea.~🕊️
IWTV: 📺📚🎻🎼💓🩸💀🖤🌌♾️🎶🎵🎹
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Pinned
My The Drum Was My Heart tattoo. I love it soooooo much! I’ll get a photograph in daylight one day! 🖤🎶🎵🎼🌌♾️🥀 #iwtvsky Thank you Daniel Hart, creator of emotion in music. How gifted we are that you score our wondrous vampires. 🥰🥹
A rare time I composed something (as we were asked to!) For Dracula. (The version we had to work with didn’t have any actual spoken sound…) 1/3
November 19, 2025 at 8:20 PM
A rare time I composed something (as we were asked to!) For Dracula. (The version we had to work with didn’t have any actual spoken sound…) 1/3
Pocket Nicolas for the chaos…
With an uncharacteristic flicker of uncertainty, quietly, he had taken his thought back, “Perhaps it is not the world that is chaos,” he had said, “Might it be the mind itself? If a man perceived only disorder in himself, would that be his essence? Or only his fear?”
With an uncharacteristic flicker of uncertainty, quietly, he had taken his thought back, “Perhaps it is not the world that is chaos,” he had said, “Might it be the mind itself? If a man perceived only disorder in himself, would that be his essence? Or only his fear?”
November 19, 2025 at 4:26 PM
Pocket Nicolas for the chaos…
With an uncharacteristic flicker of uncertainty, quietly, he had taken his thought back, “Perhaps it is not the world that is chaos,” he had said, “Might it be the mind itself? If a man perceived only disorder in himself, would that be his essence? Or only his fear?”
With an uncharacteristic flicker of uncertainty, quietly, he had taken his thought back, “Perhaps it is not the world that is chaos,” he had said, “Might it be the mind itself? If a man perceived only disorder in himself, would that be his essence? Or only his fear?”
New Orleans-ed my fairy cage. (That sounds like a euphemism! 😭😭😭😭😭)
November 19, 2025 at 3:23 PM
New Orleans-ed my fairy cage. (That sounds like a euphemism! 😭😭😭😭😭)
Two for this beautiful art! Check them out on Instagram.
November 18, 2025 at 6:03 PM
Two for this beautiful art! Check them out on Instagram.
“Yet I wanted so to touch him -- his hands, his arms, his face. I wanted to feel his flesh with these new immortal fingers. And I found myself whispering the word "Alive." Yes, you are alive and that means you can die. And everything I see when I look at you is utterly insubstantial. It is a…
November 18, 2025 at 5:24 PM
“Yet I wanted so to touch him -- his hands, his arms, his face. I wanted to feel his flesh with these new immortal fingers. And I found myself whispering the word "Alive." Yes, you are alive and that means you can die. And everything I see when I look at you is utterly insubstantial. It is a…
…The child fighting and kicking as he was caught and thrown over the saddle of a rider who bore him away beyond the end of the world. Armand was this child.
And these were the southern steppes of Russia, but Armand didn't know that it was Russia. He knew Mother and Father and Church and God and
And these were the southern steppes of Russia, but Armand didn't know that it was Russia. He knew Mother and Father and Church and God and
November 17, 2025 at 3:16 PM
…The child fighting and kicking as he was caught and thrown over the saddle of a rider who bore him away beyond the end of the world. Armand was this child.
And these were the southern steppes of Russia, but Armand didn't know that it was Russia. He knew Mother and Father and Church and God and
And these were the southern steppes of Russia, but Armand didn't know that it was Russia. He knew Mother and Father and Church and God and
I have a capacity for enduring (rubbish one is rubbish.)
November 16, 2025 at 2:46 PM
I have a capacity for enduring (rubbish one is rubbish.)
This prison of empathy.
1/2
1/2
November 15, 2025 at 1:02 PM
This prison of empathy.
1/2
1/2
Dull tremor of the old secrets between us, the love, the things that only we had known, felt. Dancing in the witches' place. Can you deny it? Can you deny everything that passed between us?
(Nearly didn’t do one today… but I claim these minutes as ours, as The Storm rages.)
(Nearly didn’t do one today… but I claim these minutes as ours, as The Storm rages.)
November 14, 2025 at 6:58 PM
Dull tremor of the old secrets between us, the love, the things that only we had known, felt. Dancing in the witches' place. Can you deny it? Can you deny everything that passed between us?
(Nearly didn’t do one today… but I claim these minutes as ours, as The Storm rages.)
(Nearly didn’t do one today… but I claim these minutes as ours, as The Storm rages.)
The Devil’s Child
November 13, 2025 at 7:41 PM
The Devil’s Child
Please Wicker Man this, Rolin. 🙏
November 13, 2025 at 7:26 PM
Please Wicker Man this, Rolin. 🙏
Nicolas is 16. Is he The Devil’s Child?
The story is/will be partly inspired by reading in Anne Rice's draft of the Vampire Lestat at Tulane University that she once had considered Nicolas attending the Louis-Le-Grand school as a boy...
archiveofourown.org/works/741059...
The story is/will be partly inspired by reading in Anne Rice's draft of the Vampire Lestat at Tulane University that she once had considered Nicolas attending the Louis-Le-Grand school as a boy...
archiveofourown.org/works/741059...
November 12, 2025 at 10:02 PM
Nicolas is 16. Is he The Devil’s Child?
The story is/will be partly inspired by reading in Anne Rice's draft of the Vampire Lestat at Tulane University that she once had considered Nicolas attending the Louis-Le-Grand school as a boy...
archiveofourown.org/works/741059...
The story is/will be partly inspired by reading in Anne Rice's draft of the Vampire Lestat at Tulane University that she once had considered Nicolas attending the Louis-Le-Grand school as a boy...
archiveofourown.org/works/741059...
“I sit there thinking, ‘Light yourself on fire, see if he would notice…’”
November 12, 2025 at 11:56 AM
“I sit there thinking, ‘Light yourself on fire, see if he would notice…’”
Ok, this one’s for you Armand (you little liar!)
Nicolas is the violin, Armand is the piano… but as ever - it’s all for YOU, Lestat…
(Words were too much today, but thankfully wonderful art has all of the emotion, words aren’t needed!
Nicolas is the violin, Armand is the piano… but as ever - it’s all for YOU, Lestat…
(Words were too much today, but thankfully wonderful art has all of the emotion, words aren’t needed!
November 10, 2025 at 5:29 PM
Ok, this one’s for you Armand (you little liar!)
Nicolas is the violin, Armand is the piano… but as ever - it’s all for YOU, Lestat…
(Words were too much today, but thankfully wonderful art has all of the emotion, words aren’t needed!
Nicolas is the violin, Armand is the piano… but as ever - it’s all for YOU, Lestat…
(Words were too much today, but thankfully wonderful art has all of the emotion, words aren’t needed!
Played with the trailer. It’s the way he says “lamp” for me…
November 9, 2025 at 2:53 PM
Played with the trailer. It’s the way he says “lamp” for me…
My Mum’s not well, so no improvisation today. Instead, here’s one I didn’t share yet from NOLA. I think it had a theme in my head, but I’d be guessing now what I thought then.
November 8, 2025 at 2:32 PM
My Mum’s not well, so no improvisation today. Instead, here’s one I didn’t share yet from NOLA. I think it had a theme in my head, but I’d be guessing now what I thought then.
Just me, writing a story, “The Wings at His Throat,” then reading in Anne’s late draft of The Vampire Lestat, “…layers of heavy intricate Italian lace at his throat. It seemed there were little figures worked into the lace like the birds…” wherein, unbeknownst to me, Anne once wrote Nicolas as
November 7, 2025 at 3:45 PM
Just me, writing a story, “The Wings at His Throat,” then reading in Anne’s late draft of The Vampire Lestat, “…layers of heavy intricate Italian lace at his throat. It seemed there were little figures worked into the lace like the birds…” wherein, unbeknownst to me, Anne once wrote Nicolas as
I understand darkness is merely the shadow of light. And the darker the shadow, the brighter the soul that casts it; the deeper the complexity of the heart…
Inside, you are as vast as the sky above our heads, Nicolas. And just as I saw in your mind that the night sky made Lestat afraid, so you…
Inside, you are as vast as the sky above our heads, Nicolas. And just as I saw in your mind that the night sky made Lestat afraid, so you…
November 6, 2025 at 7:25 PM
I understand darkness is merely the shadow of light. And the darker the shadow, the brighter the soul that casts it; the deeper the complexity of the heart…
Inside, you are as vast as the sky above our heads, Nicolas. And just as I saw in your mind that the night sky made Lestat afraid, so you…
Inside, you are as vast as the sky above our heads, Nicolas. And just as I saw in your mind that the night sky made Lestat afraid, so you…
Lestat and Nicolas dream:
They were frolicking playfully in some water. Nicolas was a little more in the shallows, Lestat slightly deeper, but neither of them were very deep.
Then, all of a sudden, there were gigantic 30 foot waves that rose right were Nicolas stood, crashing over and over again.
They were frolicking playfully in some water. Nicolas was a little more in the shallows, Lestat slightly deeper, but neither of them were very deep.
Then, all of a sudden, there were gigantic 30 foot waves that rose right were Nicolas stood, crashing over and over again.
November 6, 2025 at 7:05 PM
Lestat and Nicolas dream:
They were frolicking playfully in some water. Nicolas was a little more in the shallows, Lestat slightly deeper, but neither of them were very deep.
Then, all of a sudden, there were gigantic 30 foot waves that rose right were Nicolas stood, crashing over and over again.
They were frolicking playfully in some water. Nicolas was a little more in the shallows, Lestat slightly deeper, but neither of them were very deep.
Then, all of a sudden, there were gigantic 30 foot waves that rose right were Nicolas stood, crashing over and over again.
Nicolas is the one who reads & studies & knows everything, but he’s sanctified - holy, or believes himself to be damned—
But Lestat doesn’t understand him. He has seen “the void.” And all the philosophy struck him as so much nonsense.
Nicolas plays cantatas in the orchard: his immense guilt comes-
But Lestat doesn’t understand him. He has seen “the void.” And all the philosophy struck him as so much nonsense.
Nicolas plays cantatas in the orchard: his immense guilt comes-
November 6, 2025 at 6:49 PM
Nicolas is the one who reads & studies & knows everything, but he’s sanctified - holy, or believes himself to be damned—
But Lestat doesn’t understand him. He has seen “the void.” And all the philosophy struck him as so much nonsense.
Nicolas plays cantatas in the orchard: his immense guilt comes-
But Lestat doesn’t understand him. He has seen “the void.” And all the philosophy struck him as so much nonsense.
Nicolas plays cantatas in the orchard: his immense guilt comes-
So I’ve got to get more in about it - the sound.
(2 mins 22 seconds! How odd! Back at work! 😭 But I did 4 of these! All the NOLA ones aren’t uploaded yet, and I might try to replied some with better sound…. But for now we’re getting back to normality!!)
(2 mins 22 seconds! How odd! Back at work! 😭 But I did 4 of these! All the NOLA ones aren’t uploaded yet, and I might try to replied some with better sound…. But for now we’re getting back to normality!!)
November 6, 2025 at 6:33 PM
So I’ve got to get more in about it - the sound.
(2 mins 22 seconds! How odd! Back at work! 😭 But I did 4 of these! All the NOLA ones aren’t uploaded yet, and I might try to replied some with better sound…. But for now we’re getting back to normality!!)
(2 mins 22 seconds! How odd! Back at work! 😭 But I did 4 of these! All the NOLA ones aren’t uploaded yet, and I might try to replied some with better sound…. But for now we’re getting back to normality!!)
Oh my, jet lag served me well. I was freezing in the night and couldn’t sleep as I was shivering, but you know when you can’t be bothered to get up and put another layer on?
I had my first ever Lestat and Nicolas dream. They were frolicking playfully in some water. Nicolas was a little more in...
I had my first ever Lestat and Nicolas dream. They were frolicking playfully in some water. Nicolas was a little more in...
November 6, 2025 at 7:10 AM
Oh my, jet lag served me well. I was freezing in the night and couldn’t sleep as I was shivering, but you know when you can’t be bothered to get up and put another layer on?
I had my first ever Lestat and Nicolas dream. They were frolicking playfully in some water. Nicolas was a little more in...
I had my first ever Lestat and Nicolas dream. They were frolicking playfully in some water. Nicolas was a little more in...
This remains my favourite thing I read, though.
I ache that it was deleted, but I understand.
This what Nicolas thinks & feels, but in reality “Don’t ever give up on me, Lestat,” is more than he could say aloud. It’d be like cutting his chest open with a wire.
But: it is his truth. 🫀
I ache that it was deleted, but I understand.
This what Nicolas thinks & feels, but in reality “Don’t ever give up on me, Lestat,” is more than he could say aloud. It’d be like cutting his chest open with a wire.
But: it is his truth. 🫀
I want you to promise me one thing. That when you’re a very famous actor and spend all of our* time performing the the Queen’s private theatre, you’ll still have a glass of wine with me now and then. We’ll meet at the Blind Cupid on the left bank and we’ll go on with ‘our conversation’.
Don’t…
Don’t…
November 5, 2025 at 8:06 PM
This remains my favourite thing I read, though.
I ache that it was deleted, but I understand.
This what Nicolas thinks & feels, but in reality “Don’t ever give up on me, Lestat,” is more than he could say aloud. It’d be like cutting his chest open with a wire.
But: it is his truth. 🫀
I ache that it was deleted, but I understand.
This what Nicolas thinks & feels, but in reality “Don’t ever give up on me, Lestat,” is more than he could say aloud. It’d be like cutting his chest open with a wire.
But: it is his truth. 🫀