Not a body to be seen A kingdom of cremation, And The Boy knows I’m the king.
Lestat is howling like the swirling flames inside Couldn’t keep it in, heaven knows I tried
Don’t let him in, don’t let him scream Be the vampire you always have to be Appeal, don’t kneel, don’t let her woe Well, now he glows
Let it burn, let it burn Can’t hold it back anymore Let it burn, let it burn Run away and slam the door
I don’t care We cannot delay Let the fire rage on, Lestat usually bothered me anyway
It’s funny how some distance Makes me so enthralled And with Armand beside me It’s time to kill them all
It’s time to say my last adieu To finally run that buffoon through No fight, no throng, no fools for me I’m free
Let it burn, let it burn I am one with Armand and fire Let it burn, let it burn I’m glad to see them fry
I don’t care If they scream in pain Let the flames rage on
The fire rushes through the air onto the stage The fool rushes towards me like a total imbelice With a strong swing he’s cut in half at last, He’s never coming back, I saved him for last
Let it burn, let it burn And they die at the break of dawn Let it burn, let it burn My little girl is gone
Here I stand Beside Armand Let the flames rage on, He hated them all anyway
Lestat stormed into the living room, “Louis, is your phone even on?“
Louis, stretched out on the sofa, hardly deigned to look up from his book. “Lestat, we are in the same house, twenty messages an hour of emoticons and ‘Say Yes to the Dress’ commentary hardly seems worth it.”
"Aha! So you have been getting my texts!” Lestat exclaimed. “And ignoring them, you cruel prick.” Then he gasped when he saw that the device in question was sitting right beside Louis’ elbow- in a sad state indeed. A spider web of cracks splayed across the screen. “What do you do- see that I’ve texted and just throw the phone across the room?”
"You know I do not.” The fact of the matter was Louis was just a god-awful texter. A message would chime into his phone and Louis would stop momentarily to read it, think “I’ll get to this later” and then carry on with whatever he was doing- utterly forgetting about the message for days sometimes. It was infuriating to all trying to get in contact with him. Funny that the person it seemed to affect the most was the very same person who could get a hold of him literally at any time of the night with a mere shout down the hall.
“I just bought this for you though!” Lestat snatched up the cracked android and held it in Louis’ face.
Louis swatted him away, “I’m more of an iphone user anyway.”
“Why- because Armand owns Apple now after Steve Jobs?” Lestat joked.
The wicked glint in Louis’ eyes from over the top of his book spoke volumes. And they say I’m a brat!
“Fine!” Lestat went for his coat. “I’ll go out and support your whore of a mistress’ growing empire. But you’re getting the pink one, and you won’t like it, Louis. You won’t like it at all!” Lestat slammed the door and Louis waited until the furious footsteps could no longer be heard on their cobblestone walkway before picking up his phone.
New Message To: Lestat thanx luv you’re the best ❤
I have this headcanon where the guys are so fucking bored and Lesty somehow manages to convince them to do a remake of The Road to El Dorado, where he is Miguel because he’s stupid and wants to go on “adventures” and have fun and is constantly fucking up and Louis is Tulio because he has to put up with his partner’s crap and stop him from fucking killing everybody or dying, Armand would be Tzekel-Kan because SACRIFICES AND KILLING PEOPLE AND FUCKING SHIT UP and Marius could be Chief Tanabok because he’s all wisey and friendly and shit and Gabrielle could be Chel because why the fuck not.Sorry, I just needed to get this off my chest. Also, sorry for my bad english ^^;;
Lestat: Let’s Do the Thing!
Louis: Should NOT have let him talk me into Doing the Thing fml
I-want-my-IWTV 
Louis, stretched out on the sofa, hardly deigned to look up from his book. “Lestat, we are in the same house, twenty messages an hour of emoticons and ‘Say Yes to the Dress’ commentary hardly seems worth it.”
"Aha! So you have been getting my texts!” Lestat exclaimed. “And ignoring them, you cruel prick.” Then he gasped when he saw that the device in question was sitting right beside Louis’ elbow- in a sad state indeed. A spider web of cracks splayed across the screen. “What do you do- see that I’ve texted and just throw the phone across the room?”
"You know I do not.” The fact of the matter was Louis was just a god-awful texter. A message would chime into his phone and Louis would stop momentarily to read it, think “I’ll get to this later” and then carry on with whatever he was doing- utterly forgetting about the message for days sometimes. It was infuriating to all trying to get in contact with him. Funny that the person it seemed to affect the most was the very same person who could get a hold of him literally at any time of the night with a mere shout down the hall.
“I just bought this for you though!” Lestat snatched up the cracked android and held it in Louis’ face.
Louis swatted him away, “I’m more of an iphone user anyway.”
“Why- because Armand owns Apple now after Steve Jobs?” Lestat joked.
The wicked glint in Louis’ eyes from over the top of his book spoke volumes. And they say I’m a brat!
“Fine!” Lestat went for his coat. “I’ll go out and support your whore of a mistress’ growing empire. But you’re getting the pink one, and you won’t like it, Louis. You won’t like it at all!” Lestat slammed the door and Louis waited until the furious footsteps could no longer be heard on their cobblestone walkway before picking up his phone.
New Message To: Lestat
thanx luv you’re the best ❤