// that scene where Lestat lunges at Louie from off screen and starts to drink from him cracks me up because it reminds me so much of the R.O.U.S.’s scene from the Princess Bride hahaha
We were in the thick of Summer. The hot, sticky Louisiana air hung stagnant in the air, bringing with it the putrid smells of the swamps and Plantation. Though the suffocating heat did not affect us the way it did mortals, Louis and I were not impervious to it. It made me antsy. I paced about the house restlessly, picking up objects to examine them, only to put them down immediately. Louis was in the parlour, hunched over a letter he was composing to one of his fellow bourgeois, slave-driving compatriots. He was thrumming his fingers on the tabletop as he worked. Now granted, it was a very small thing and in retrospect shouldn’t have been enough to start an argument as big as it did, but he had been doing it non-stop for hours. HOURS! It was driving me crazy.
send me a ✿ and i’ll generate a number. -- 17. rain kiss
In all of the scenarios Daniel had imagined, he certainly had never been the one to initiate anything; Perhaps it had been the overwhelming feeling of satisfaction from feeding that pushed him. He stared down at the lifeless body at his feet, the rain pounding down relentlessly upon it. His hair hung limp in his eyes. The blood from his victim stained his hands, yet the rain began to wash it away in diluted rivulets that clung to his fingertips. It still coated his tongue. In mindless haste, he turned to Lestat and grasped him by the shoulders, his garments sopping from the passing storm. He leaned into the surprising warmth of his companion, and kissed him then —fiercely— fingers curling into damp fabric and blonde locks. Funny, how he had even surprised himself by his actions.
I-want-my-IWTV 