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“What say you for the vampire Louis de Pointe du Lac — guilty or not guilty?”
“Guilty!”
“And the sentence?”
“Death!”
Time restarts. Lestat tries to get it right.
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07 Dec 2024
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What— what is the magic spell? Comment jeter un sort? How to get back to Neverland when there are no stars to guide the way? Lestat wants to scream. To scream and scream and scream and—
Have you tried true love’s kiss?
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Whatever carefully blank expression Lestat is trying on disappears like a slap. “Armand made a fledgling. Why would he do that?” Lestat asks.
“Oh, you know,” Louis says, watching the three dots of a new text pop up. “He knew Daniel was… important to me.”
He means to say it with rueful annoyance, as if to say, “so he ruined him.” But as Daniel’s text comes in—the most important question I should have asked you in that fucking interview: where do you buy coke in Dubai?—Louis’s voice trails off, his words maybe lacking some of the bite.
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Lestat misunderstands what Daniel is to Louis and tries to be a champ about it. Meanwhile Louis rediscovers his drug of choice—Lestat.
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08 Dec 2024
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“I feel I must apologize for my behavior tonight, Daniel.” Lestat stares at the brick wall across the alley. “I find that Louis and I don’t quite know how to behave around each other yet.”
Daniel snorts. “Yeah, you can say that again. Okay, but actually—”
“But I must say something to you. If you’ll permit me?” He turns, beseeching.
Lestat’s eyes are…fucking blue. Like fuck me up blue. Daniel doesn’t think he’d deny this man anything.
“Yeah, okay.”
Lestat nods and gathers himself.
“The vampire bond,” he begins slowly. “It is impossible to explain, but it is real. As Louis’s Maker, I will never wish to be parted from him.”
Daniel stares at Lestat, about to call bullshit on his use of “Maker” and “vampire bond” instead of “husband” and “soulmate.” But something makes him hesitate. He would have interrupted as a human. But as a vampire, he wonders.
“I will not get in the way,” Lestat says, and his throat moves thickly. “You have had a much longer relationship with him than I had thought. Almost fifty years, where we only had thirty…”
Lestat chuckles, taking a drag from his cigarette. Daniel opens his mouth to interject, wondering how to go about this—
“And whatever you did for Louis after nineteen-seventy-three,” Lestat says, eyes down at the ground, “keeping him alive, making life worth living. For that I will be forever in your debt.” Lestat looks up at him, staring him directly in the eye. “All this to say… I will be in Louis’s life as long as he wishes me there. When he calls, I will answer. When he walks in the door, I will cease to have plans. The vampire bond. There is no choice for me but to hover near his light.”
Daniel would laugh if he wasn’t suddenly drowning with something—a desire of his own, the itching feeling he has upon waking alone every night, the hours upon hours he’s already spent searching for any trace of Armand.
“I’m sorry if that makes you uncomfortable, going forward,” Lestat says. He shrugs, softly. “But I do not care.”
Daniel bites back a smile. Despite Lestat’s intention of the conversation, Daniel is delighted by it. He wishes he’d been recording.
These two stupid fucking vampires.
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By the time Lestat makes it to New Orleans Louis is already a vampire and so is his whole family.
This is a love story.
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Or the courtship fic where they are in love but being very proper about it all (or not).
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04 Dec 2024
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Lestat reached through the darkness to find the spot where Louis’ head ought to be and felt Louis’ hair under his fingertips where it had been gelled down, and he continued to search blindly, by feel alone, for those small, unruly curls where his hair met his forehead, fingering them gently, tracing over and over again the untamed path of curls along Louis’ hairline, down to his ears and behind, where it touched his nape. Felt Louis melt under his hand, giving in in the darkness the way he would not have done in brightness.
“The front door, it is locked, Louis. The windows, the false wall, the coffin top… It is only us, poupette.”
And he could feel Louis softening, sinking into the silky interior of the coffin, sinking into himself, relaxed and docile, open like a flower, and it was almost cruel, almost unforgivable to say then, “But I have made you miss your dinner again, Louis. You must be so hungry.”
Lestat heard only a soft noise, something like a yes or maybe a no, something very small, not yet formed. But he pictured those dark, deep circles under Louis’ eyes. The last to feed, the handful of drops he got every night. Lestat touched his hair again, petting him gently, softening the incoming blow.
“Feed from me, poupette. No one will know. Even I shall forget, if that makes you happy.”
He would not force it. He would not be selfish. Not now.
It was fortunate then, that Louis was so willing. Lestat only needed to place his wrist under Louis’ nose to feel his lips moving. Breathing only at first. short, quick puffs of air against his skin and then his teeth, his human teeth, small and blunt, nibbling on the skin like an animal fed on grass. So he waited, more excited than he’d ever been for anything else in his entire existence.
Killing something, it was easy, animals died so easily. Feeding something, it was a delicate thing. One could not force it. One had to be patient, to wait for a very long time, to watch for signs, to hold one’s breath, to stay so very still—
He felt Louis bite into him and it was like losing oneself under the strength of a violent wave. Life itself gifted, Louis’ tongue lapping the skin, small, breathy noises leaving his mouth. He attempted to mouth Louis’ name but gave up, afraid to break the spell as Louis’ body was pressing back, right against his and it felt solid and vague and delicate and made of smoke and clear, fresh water.
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mouth full of pins and heart pumping gasoline by This_world_of_beautiful_monsters
Fandoms: Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022)
25 Nov 2024
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Look at that, the memory of Lestat coos. Saint Louis knocked from his perch. She tells him to fuck off, even as the thought makes her heart beat a little faster.
___(in the wake of Louis's injury, Claudia wrestles with the twin roles of good nurse and gremlin)
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27 Nov 2024
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"I love you," she whispers. "I don't say that often enough."
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Louis knew the odds of meeting a soulmate at all, let alone in high school, were astronomical. Not unlike getting hit by lightning while being attacked by a shark while falling plane debris crashed around you.
Louis felt like this was a valid catastrophic analogy: his soulmate was Lestat de Lioncourt.
Beyond the indignity of it all, Louis had been ready to stay in the closet the rest of his life, or at least until Mama and Papa passed. But his sexuality was apparently written across the broad shoulder of the community bicycle.
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- Part 1 of writing-every-day-november
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13 Nov 2024
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“I’ll see you tomorrow, Louis.”
“If you remember me.”
Lestat’s brusque façade seemed to waver.
“It will be fine. And I will text Jesse, and your parents can be introduced to your rich, heterosexual platonic soulmate whose shoulder you did not try to take a bite out of.”
Louis tilted his chin up. “It belongs to me.” Louis didn’t know where this was coming from, but he knew in the core of himself that Lestat was definitely, definitely his, and he kind of wanted to kill some people about it.
Lestat finally smiled softly. “And do you belong to me?”
“I do.” Louis had no idea why he didn’t feel insane about this. But he simply did belong to Lestat.