‘Are you afraid of me, Louis?’ he shouted. ‘Are you afraid? The child’s alive, Louis, you left her breathing. Shall I go back and make her a vampire? We could use her, Louis, and think of all the pretty dresses we could buy for her. Louis, wait, Louis! I’ll go back for her if you say!’ And so he ran after me all the way back to the hotel, all the way across the rooftops, where I hoped to lose him, until I leaped in the window of the parlor and turned in rage and slammed the window shut. He hit it, arms outstretched, like a bird who seeks to fly through glass, and shook the frame. I was utterly out of my mind.
ooc; Never forget that time Louis and Lestat got into a fight where Lestat chased Louis across the whole fucking city and then Lestat hit a window like a bird (via merciful-death)
”(…) “No, for your blood,” I said, pushing him backwards against the slender but frm trunk of a tree.
“You damnable brat,” he seethed.
“Oh, yes, despise me, please,” I said as I closed in. I pushed his face to one side, kissing his throat frst, and then sinking my fangs very slowly, my tongue ready for those frst radiant drops.”
“I had a dream about you. I dreamed that we were moving through the world together, you and I, and we were both serene and strong. I dreamed we fed on the evildoer as Marius had done, and as we looked about ourselves we felt awe and sorrow at the mysteries we beheld. But we were strong. We would go on forever. And we talked. `Our conversation’ went on and on.”
I stopped. I put my arm around him. I held him close to me.
“I’m Lestat,” I said in a low voice. “Your Lestat. I’m the same Lestat you’ve always known, and no matter how I’m changed, I’m still that same being.”
“I know,” he said warmly.
I kissed him. I pressed my lips to his and I held this kiss for a long silent moment. And then I gave in to a silent wave of feeling, and I took him in my arms. I held him tight against me. I felt his unmistakable silken skin, his soft shining black hair. I heard the blood throbbing in him, and time dissolved, and it seemed I was in some old and secret place, some warm tropical grotto we’d once shared, ours alone in some way, with the scent of sweet olive blossoms and the whisper of moist breeze. “I love you,” I whispered.
In a low intimate voice, he answered: “My heart is yours.”
—Prince Lestat (Lestat with Louis)
hyperbeeb: #hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah don’t even talk to me #prince lestat #the only good thing that came out of the last ~9 chapters #generally homosexual #otp: i hate you i still might kill you i wish you were dead come live with me #prince lestat spoilers
“When he says I played with innocent strangers, befriending them and then killing them, how was he to know that I hunted almost exclusively among the gamblers, the thieves, and the killers, being more faithful to my unspoken vow to kill the evildoer than even I had hoped I would be? …The whores I feasted upon in front of Louis once, to spite him, had drugged and robbed many a seaman who was never seen alive again.
But little things like this don’t really matter. He told the tale as he believed it.”
– the Vampire Lestat
mangokiwi-mangaka021: #the truth from the sex-god horse’s mouth #biased story v biased story
I-want-my-IWTV 