AND THEN I HAD TO KEEP LAUGHING TO KEEP MYSELF FROM CRYING.
Think of how strong Louis must be though…he doesn’t even ask or question the others, but you know that he sees and senses: he never tests his strengths, his possible powers that he’s not only gained through his age but by the fact that he was changed and has since shared blood with Lestat who has drank of the most powerful undead. He probably has abilities to match Armand or even more by this point. And he doesn’t.
He at once says that he doesn’t think he has a touch of humanity in him anymore, but his actions lead towards the belief that he clings to whatever humanness is left in him.
And out of the vampires, despite the fact he is indiscriminate in his killings, he seems the most gentle, or at least the most obviously opposed to hurting things himself outside of the need to hunt: think about his choice of weapon—fire.
Fire burns on its own, Louis has to light the match, but the violence is done by the fire, not by himself.
Our emissary in Venice retrieved it from a burnt-out villa on the Grand Canal. These vampires are endlessly associated with fires, by the way. It is the one weapon they can use effectively against one another. There are always fires.
~I still have lovely birthday and other messages to reply to, and they will be answered *u*, just a particularly hectic week inside and outside of work, soyez patience, mes amis ❤
David was going to throw you a lovely party but someone set fire to the cake.
Aw thank u kindly, a true gentleman to provide a lovely cake with ribbons of icing, is that meant to be Baked Alaska? Oh, it’s not, is it, *ahem* I think I found the culprit…
GDI LOUIS THIS IS WHY WE CAN’T HAVE NICE THINGS. Have us sleeping in the field like CATTLE.
I-want-my-IWTV 