Ah! Such high praise, thank u! That means a lot, coming from you.
Of course I am more than happy to explain u all a thing or two or a bazillion about VC *u*
Please feel free to ask or share or participate in any way at all, bc of reasons.
And I learn so much about Captain America from americancaptaincomic! Children of Darkness (<—what we are perhaps calling ourselves now),
People Off the Page (<—what I have been calling ourselves before), my fanged little trash kittens and monsters (<—new thing I started calling ourselves), go check out this fanart/webcomic, the style is so charming and the writing so smart, you may find yourself slipping into being a Stony shipper, as I have become.
Psssst Steve/Tony is similar to Louis/Lestat! Ego size comparisons are a match for Lestat and Tony, har har har…
People Off The Page? THAT’S BRILLIANT.
Here’s this I prepared actually years earlier.
I LOVE this! Both couples! What a crossover! Tony is all, “There’s a 5 ft protective radius around Steve and you better BOTH respect it unless you want the package deal of testing out the business end of the flamethrowers I just installed.”
(People Off the Page: If you like this style as much as I do which is ALOT, I’ve got some more of it under #Therapy with the Vampire)
“People Off the Page” is pretty damn clever if I do say so myself. Unfortunately it has the same acronym as the group who slavishly follows our fandom’s creator but WHATEVER.
Louis: *in a crowd and can’t find Lestat*
Louis: *cups hands to make megaphone*
Louis: LESTAT SUCKS!
Lestat, from a distance: WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!
Louis: There he is
Yes, Louis is living with Armand & Co. in a brownstone in NYC, in PL. We don’t know if he’s visiting, or that’s his main residence, but everybody knows his real home is the flat in NOLA on Rue Freakin’ Royale and nobody can tell me otherwise.
In other books, Louis is described as living in various little shacks, with hardly anything but a desk and stacks of books. An ascetic life indeed, because he prefers to live through the books he reads, or go out and experience the world itself. He doesn’t seem to need souvenirs of places he’s been, or have the same nesting instincts that Lestat has always had; Louis doesn’t need velvet drapes and Italian silk couches. Lestat needs these things bc deep down he’s still that borderline-poverty-stricken young actor who had to sleep on lumpy pallets in a drafty little apartment in Paris ;A; With his wealth, he tries to create a sanctuary where he lives. He wants what he never had in mortal life.
Louis is rich bc he was a plantation owner and owned property in NOLA. He was careful with banking and originally thought Lestat chose him for his money. AS IF! Although Pointe du Lac plantation burned down ;A; Louis had probably been investing profits from the plantation for years, he was running it for awhile before Lestat showed up and it all went to shit real fast.
Louis is also a talented gambler, nobody can match his poker face, he has a knack for cards, and can win huge sums to invest.
Louis also loves books, and probably is in the vintage book business.
Louis also probably gets money from Lestat, if he needs it.
♛ I’m limited to just 5 things? There are countless things I adore about Louis, not merely “like,” as especially overused as the word “like” is these days *grumbles*
1. His manner of speaking and word choice always… has a dignity to it. It’s something he’s always had, but I would think it’s reinforced by the kinds of books he’s absorbed over the years.
2. His hands, the long fingers, shapely nails, the sight of his hands on my body, the nails clawing at my skin, it’s tantalizing. During the time we lived together with Claudia, I would watch across the room, I yearned for those hands, helping her with shoe laces or gloves. His hands still have a forbidden-fruit aura.
3. He tastes like home. Is there another way to describe it? Skin, tears, blood, he is my favorite flavor *grins*
4. The picture we cut when I catch our reflection in glass. Whether he lets me dress him or not, with his arm hooked in mine, at a brisk pace, we compliment each other.
5. His capacity to love me not only despite my flaws, but his patience to help me overcome them, the care he took when I first awoke from a long and miserable nightmare of a coma, even when I was nothing near like myself except in appearance… although I insisted I was fine, he could always see the broken parts of me and sought to help me mend them.
Dieu but what would he say about me? I don’t deserve him, do I? *sighs*
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