Okay but honestly Louis’ favorite modern holiday really is Halloween because he just fucking loves interacting with all the little kids who come up to his door for trick or treating. Like, I’m sure he and Lestat own a home in the suburbs somewhere, and Louis makes sure to buy hella candy (and like, the good candy too- not the cheap ass off-brand kind). He can obviously tell which kids are malnourished, and so he sometimes will give them apples or those little “uncrustables” PB&J sandwiches and send them on their way. The little kids all love his house, and stop there every year- Louis remembers all of them, and enjoys watching them grow each year. For the older kids, he’ll sometimes smile just a little too widely to watch them run from his door, shoving one another wile shouting “Told you so!” or “He’s real!” or “What the hell!” Still, there are loads of kids who he’s handed candy to for over a decade, and as they reach high school, he slowly begins to realize that this might be the last year he sees them- the last year before they become “too cool” to go trick or treating. But every year, he meets a new generation as well, and every now and then he’ll be utterly shocked to find that some of the children he gave candy to all those years ago have grown up and had their own children, and are now on his doorstep with a small child clinging to their leg.
Needless to say, it’s rewarding. The one night of the year that he is a true member of his beloved New Orleans community.
Like, I understand that Louis de Pointe du Lac is a grump and a buzzkill most of the time but he really does love kids- mostly because he misses his own.
I wrote a fic based on this post if anyone is interested 🙂
BRB SCREAMING omg this is the cutest fucking thing and the last line killed me aaahhhh 10/10!!!
Again, sorry for the late, and my lack of involvement. I have more and more pain in my wrist and lower back. I’ll have to go to the hospital, so I hope I can continue the inktober adventure until the end.
Daniel stared hard at the creature before him, this thing that looked human and sounded human but was not. There was a horrid shift in his consciousness; he saw this being like a great insect, a monstrous evil predator who had devoured a million human lives. And yet he loved this thing. He loved its smooth white skin, its great dark brown eyes. He loved it not because it looked like a gentle, thoughtful young man, but because it was ghastly and awful and loathsome, and beautiful all at the same time. He loved it the way people love evil, because it thrills them to the core of their souls.
!! I love this! also plz read @monstersinthecosmos‘s tags on this ok? just do it
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