Michael: Boy, the lengths you’ll go to sleep with a woman.
Gob: Believe me, we didn’t do any sleeping. I had sex last night.
Narrator: But he really didn’t.
Gob: Yes, I did.
Episode 1×17 “Altar Egos”Lestat sleeps with women but I changed it to man because fuck heteronormativity plus it fits better on the page.
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Louis, I typed your symptoms into the thing up here, and it says u could have “network connectivity problems” [X]
Santiago loves to persecute, he loved torturing his victims onstage, he’s a manipulative bastard! Even better when the victim is a particularly lovely creature like Louis ;]
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Yeah, I suspect and there is a secret fanfic that supports this theory that Santiago considered himself 2nd-in-command and maybe more to Armand, and he felt himself very usurped when Louis came into the picture, and had it in for Louis from the first moment Armand made heart-eyes at Louis.
Santiago was also a Vampire of the Rules, as long as following them worked for him. Louis had been an active accomplice in attempting to kill his own maker twice (THE cardinal undead crime); attempting to keep it a secret doesn’t engender trust in such a member, in fact it provides a good reason to feel threatened by them.
♫Put that thing back where it came from or so help me… so help me, so help me♫ – and CUT. We’re still working on it… it’s a work in progress but, hey, we need ushers!
*tips mic* thank you for joining me this evening. this song is called, I never express my feelings so this is what it’s like inside of me. *screams for 12 hours*
Just look how HAPPY Louis is here… it’s //ooc, but whatever it’s adorable.
Lestat being happy about being slammed against a tree by Louis is perfectly in character, however. He’s fucking THRILLED to get this much physical attention!
Rain will always remind me of Paris, and, in some ways, Louis. For Louis, it reminds of the way that those beads of water clung to cloak and silken strands of ebony hair, lovely in a secretive, melancholy manner, with skin like pale stone washed clean by the storm. I elaborated on this somewhat here.
What Paris reminds me of by extension, however, is by far more complex. That city is awash with memories for me, so much so that separating past and present becomes a monumental task of concentration whenever I am there.
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