Hipster Party by hw_campbell_jnr.
Thinking of these dudes as hipsters is so central to my understanding of these cats now, I can’t even explain.
Tag Archives: Louis de Pointe du Lac
Louis avoiding the Birds & the Bees discussion.
I love this fanart. It’s by hw_campbell_jnr. It probably takes place in a previous time that Claudia inquired on the subject, in a much more innocent way, not trying to attack Louis as she does in the scene below.
Louis de Pointe du Lac, Interview with the Vampire (Part 3, Ch.1):
“‘I was a sorcerer’s apprentice only!’ I burst out suddenly, despite myself.’Apprentice!’ I said. …
"Again she smiled, and then she drew my hand into her lap and covered it as best she could with her own.’Apprentice, yes,’ she laughed.’But tell me one thing, one thing from that lofty height. What was it like… making love?’
”…’You don’t remember?’ she asked with perfect calm, as I put my hand on the brass door handle.
“I stopped, feeling her eyes on my back, ashamed, …
”’It was something hurried,’ I said, trying now to meet her eyes. How perfectly, coldly blue they were. How earnest.’And… it was seldom savored… something acute that was quickly lost. I think that it was the pale shadow of killing.’
“’Ahhh… ’ she said.’Like hurting you as I do now… that is also the pale shadow of killing.’
” ‘Yes, madam,’ I said to her.’I am inclined to believe that is correct.’ And bowing swiftly, I bade her good-night.“
Did he say that so as not to hurt her feelings, since she can never experience it? Or because he actually felt that way about sex?
Also, look at her logic… if sex is the "pale shadow of killing,” and she’s also gotten him to agree that her line of questioning “hurting you as I do now… that is also the pale shadow of killing.’"
She’s basically gotten him to admit that she’s actually experiencing it, as closely as possible, hurting him this way is the equivalent to fucking w/ him. *cries for Louis*
“Come home with me,” he said. Such a human voice. So kind. “There’s time to come here and reflect. Wouldn’t you rather be home, in the Quarter, amongst our things?”
If anything in the world could have truly comforted me, he would have been the thing—with just the beguiling tilt of his narrow head or the way that he kept looking at me, protecting me obviously with a confidential calm from what he must have feared for me, and for him, and perhaps for all of us.
My old familiar gentleman friend, my tender enduring pupil, educated as truly by Victorian ways of courtesy as ever by me in the ways of being a monster.
At the end of Memnoch the Devil (via merciful-death)
merciful-death added:
#[ sobs aggressively over these two ]#mon coeur
Ditto, merciful-death, ditto so hard. *cries*
“Put. The. Lighter. Down.” (*fixed it!*)
I posted this once a long time ago but I still find it funny. I’m sorry.
*crying*
Louis de Pointe du Lac, Interview with the Vampire:
“The old man started to whine. Only my peculiar state of emotions and most unusual feeling of exhaustion kept me from disapproving [of Lestat’s behavior]. I was watching the scene through the open door, enthralled with the colors of the counterpane and the positive riot of color in the old man’s face. His blue veins pulsed beneath his pink and grayish flesh. I found even the yellow of his teeth appealing to me; and I became almost hypnotized by the quivering of his lip."
So one of the reasons I love this quote is that Louis is seeing an ordinary man, what any of us might see as probably a sort of ugly old man, close to death, gross even… But Louis sees the beauty in this man simply because he’s alive.
I see alot of posts on tumblr about people not liking their own appearance. When you see it from an outside perspective like this, where even a dying old man is beautiful, it opens your mind to the possibility that you’re judging yourself too harshly. Everyone can be beautiful. Beauty takes so many forms.
Maybe this is part of why I’m so attached to this book, this series, these characters. Fiction is speculative reality, it’s an escape that’s also a mirror pointed back at us, a suggestion that we might see the world a little differently, perhaps as a little brighter, if only we open ourselves to the possibility.
I don’t care who the fuck you are, or what you’re doing. You can take 3 seconds to reblog this.
I miss you..
That last comment broke my heart..
