Nicolas de Lenfent
@nicolasdelenfent.bsky.social
🐦⬛~The bird sailing on through the darkness over the barren shore, the seamless sea.~🕊️
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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. 🥰🥹
“”If you will not go to them," I said slowly, "then do not hurt them. Do not hurt Nicolas."
And when I spoke these words, his face changed very subtly. It was almost a smile that crept over his features. And his eyes shifted slowly to me. And I saw the scorn in them.
I looked away but the look had
And when I spoke these words, his face changed very subtly. It was almost a smile that crept over his features. And his eyes shifted slowly to me. And I saw the scorn in them.
I looked away but the look had
November 26, 2025 at 6:26 PM
“”If you will not go to them," I said slowly, "then do not hurt them. Do not hurt Nicolas."
And when I spoke these words, his face changed very subtly. It was almost a smile that crept over his features. And his eyes shifted slowly to me. And I saw the scorn in them.
I looked away but the look had
And when I spoke these words, his face changed very subtly. It was almost a smile that crept over his features. And his eyes shifted slowly to me. And I saw the scorn in them.
I looked away but the look had
Spring was approaching, the mountains were dappled with green, the apple orchard starting back to life. And Nicolas and I were always together.
We took long walks up the rocky slopes, had our bread and wine in the sun on the grass, roamed south through the ruins of an old monastery. We hung about
We took long walks up the rocky slopes, had our bread and wine in the sun on the grass, roamed south through the ruins of an old monastery. We hung about
November 25, 2025 at 6:05 PM
Spring was approaching, the mountains were dappled with green, the apple orchard starting back to life. And Nicolas and I were always together.
We took long walks up the rocky slopes, had our bread and wine in the sun on the grass, roamed south through the ruins of an old monastery. We hung about
We took long walks up the rocky slopes, had our bread and wine in the sun on the grass, roamed south through the ruins of an old monastery. We hung about
Improvisation 765
“Mine.”
But not in anger. In *need*.
Well, you’ll be the judge of that, not I! 😂💀🫀🎻
Sometimes… I don’t know…
Glorious art by Cats Doodle Dump in all of the places!
What am I doing when I improvise? Is there any feeling really? Any meaning that could be felt by anyone? Or am
“Mine.”
But not in anger. In *need*.
Well, you’ll be the judge of that, not I! 😂💀🫀🎻
Sometimes… I don’t know…
Glorious art by Cats Doodle Dump in all of the places!
What am I doing when I improvise? Is there any feeling really? Any meaning that could be felt by anyone? Or am
November 24, 2025 at 5:10 PM
Improvisation 765
“Mine.”
But not in anger. In *need*.
Well, you’ll be the judge of that, not I! 😂💀🫀🎻
Sometimes… I don’t know…
Glorious art by Cats Doodle Dump in all of the places!
What am I doing when I improvise? Is there any feeling really? Any meaning that could be felt by anyone? Or am
“Mine.”
But not in anger. In *need*.
Well, you’ll be the judge of that, not I! 😂💀🫀🎻
Sometimes… I don’t know…
Glorious art by Cats Doodle Dump in all of the places!
What am I doing when I improvise? Is there any feeling really? Any meaning that could be felt by anyone? Or am
I thought of the night in the inn when I had seen the meaninglessness of life, and the soft fathomless despair of Armand's story seemed an ocean in which I might drown. This was worse than the blasted shore in Nicki's mind. This was for three centuries, this darkness, this nothingness.
November 24, 2025 at 5:06 PM
I thought of the night in the inn when I had seen the meaninglessness of life, and the soft fathomless despair of Armand's story seemed an ocean in which I might drown. This was worse than the blasted shore in Nicki's mind. This was for three centuries, this darkness, this nothingness.
"All things have eluded my understanding," he said. "I am as one whom the earth has given back, and you, Lestat and Gabrielle, are like the images painted by my old Master in cerulean and carmine and gold."
He stood still in the doorway, his hands on the backs of his arms, and he was looking at us,
He stood still in the doorway, his hands on the backs of his arms, and he was looking at us,
November 24, 2025 at 5:02 PM
"All things have eluded my understanding," he said. "I am as one whom the earth has given back, and you, Lestat and Gabrielle, are like the images painted by my old Master in cerulean and carmine and gold."
He stood still in the doorway, his hands on the backs of his arms, and he was looking at us,
He stood still in the doorway, his hands on the backs of his arms, and he was looking at us,
"Of course he'll never be anything," she went on.
"Why not?"
"He's too old. You can't take up the violin when you're twenty. But what do I know? He plays magically in his own way. And maybe he can sell his soul to the devil."
I laughed a little uneasily. It sounded tragic.
"Why not?"
"He's too old. You can't take up the violin when you're twenty. But what do I know? He plays magically in his own way. And maybe he can sell his soul to the devil."
I laughed a little uneasily. It sounded tragic.
November 23, 2025 at 7:54 PM
"Of course he'll never be anything," she went on.
"Why not?"
"He's too old. You can't take up the violin when you're twenty. But what do I know? He plays magically in his own way. And maybe he can sell his soul to the devil."
I laughed a little uneasily. It sounded tragic.
"Why not?"
"He's too old. You can't take up the violin when you're twenty. But what do I know? He plays magically in his own way. And maybe he can sell his soul to the devil."
I laughed a little uneasily. It sounded tragic.
I was his and he was mine.
My computer kept saying system overload, even though this is so wee!?! Must have been unable to cope with the vampire beauty?!
My computer kept saying system overload, even though this is so wee!?! Must have been unable to cope with the vampire beauty?!
November 23, 2025 at 3:52 PM
I was his and he was mine.
My computer kept saying system overload, even though this is so wee!?! Must have been unable to cope with the vampire beauty?!
My computer kept saying system overload, even though this is so wee!?! Must have been unable to cope with the vampire beauty?!
Just little existential crisis Lestat & I today…!
This one was weird. I felt like I was… slipping?
For years it seemed I lay on the floor watching the fire burn itself out to charred timbers.
The room had cooled. The freezing air moved through the open window. And again and again I wept. My own
This one was weird. I felt like I was… slipping?
For years it seemed I lay on the floor watching the fire burn itself out to charred timbers.
The room had cooled. The freezing air moved through the open window. And again and again I wept. My own
November 22, 2025 at 11:55 AM
Just little existential crisis Lestat & I today…!
This one was weird. I felt like I was… slipping?
For years it seemed I lay on the floor watching the fire burn itself out to charred timbers.
The room had cooled. The freezing air moved through the open window. And again and again I wept. My own
This one was weird. I felt like I was… slipping?
For years it seemed I lay on the floor watching the fire burn itself out to charred timbers.
The room had cooled. The freezing air moved through the open window. And again and again I wept. My own
For…
Louis, who cannot bear to remove his mask… Nicolas, unable to wear one…
I was going to improvise for the unholy trinity today, but then Louis & Nicki were like NAH, we come together. You will be the conduit for our shared music today. So obviously, I listened.
You
Louis, who cannot bear to remove his mask… Nicolas, unable to wear one…
I was going to improvise for the unholy trinity today, but then Louis & Nicki were like NAH, we come together. You will be the conduit for our shared music today. So obviously, I listened.
You
November 21, 2025 at 11:25 AM
For…
Louis, who cannot bear to remove his mask… Nicolas, unable to wear one…
I was going to improvise for the unholy trinity today, but then Louis & Nicki were like NAH, we come together. You will be the conduit for our shared music today. So obviously, I listened.
You
Louis, who cannot bear to remove his mask… Nicolas, unable to wear one…
I was going to improvise for the unholy trinity today, but then Louis & Nicki were like NAH, we come together. You will be the conduit for our shared music today. So obviously, I listened.
You
I am beyond all pain and sin.
This one is dedicated to Tiff. It was a year ago yesterday that she died.
People posting about her made me realise:
This year people will post about her, remember her.
Next year, less people will remember her.
One year, only those closest to her will remember her.
This one is dedicated to Tiff. It was a year ago yesterday that she died.
People posting about her made me realise:
This year people will post about her, remember her.
Next year, less people will remember her.
One year, only those closest to her will remember her.
November 20, 2025 at 7:14 PM
I am beyond all pain and sin.
This one is dedicated to Tiff. It was a year ago yesterday that she died.
People posting about her made me realise:
This year people will post about her, remember her.
Next year, less people will remember her.
One year, only those closest to her will remember her.
This one is dedicated to Tiff. It was a year ago yesterday that she died.
People posting about her made me realise:
This year people will post about her, remember her.
Next year, less people will remember her.
One year, only those closest to her will remember her.
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…’”