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“the b r o k e n lady doll on the floor seemed a better representation of my true self than the baby dolls with which Lestat used to torment me…”
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“I’m Lestat,” I said in a low voice. “Your Lestat. I’m the same Lestat you’ve always known, and no matter how I’m changed, I’m still that same being.”
“I know,” he said warmly.
I kissed him. I pressed my lips to his and I held this kiss for a long silent moment. And then I gave in to a silent wave of feeling, and I took him in my arms. I held him tight against me. I felt his unmistakable silken skin, his soft shining black hair. I heard the blood throbbing in him, and time dissolved, and it seemed I was in some old and secret place, some warm tropical grotto we’d once shared, ours alone in some way, with the scent of sweet olive blossoms and the whisper of moist breeze. “I love you,” I whispered.
In a low intimate voice, he answered: “My heart is yours.” (Lestat and Louis in Prince Lestat, by
Anne Rice)
(to muse) Story of your first kiss?
“Ah, it was one of the most erotic, most savoring moments I had ever experienced. It was a brisk moment, caught in the smooth heat of the night. He was laying there, my beloved Nicolas. His long, beautiful hair was spread across the pillow, and he glowed there with an ethereal presence.
I placed myself down next to him and cupped his face; he shied away at first, but I calmed him nevertheless. I softly claimed his lips with mine, and we danced into a night of superb passion. The rest they say, is history.”
Louis still has the coat that he wore when he was with Claudia in Paris.
Can you imagine how painful it would have been, returning to the hotel room he shared with Claudia, all her clothes and accessories exactly as they were when she left it last? ;A;
ooc; Louis did actually tell David in Merrick that he returned briefly to the Hotel St. Gabriel after Claudia’s death and retrieved the little photograph she’d had taken in Paris and that he’d left everything else behind, which the Talamasca later came to rummage through.
It broke his heart returning there, I’m sure.
#MY HEART
I didn’t want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that’s really sad. It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare you’re so relieved. I woke up into a nightmare.
Ned Vizzini (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
“But there was a Hell, and wherever we moved to, I was in it.” – Louis de Pointe du Lac, Interview with the Vampire
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Before the Eyes of the Court [Drabble]
Beneath the harsh and boiling Kemet sun the fire haired twins were dragged from their cell by the guards to stand before the cold eyes of the Queen and King. Surely, they would die this day. We will go home to Ommah, was the soft mantra the twins murmured into one another ‘s ears the night…
ooc; Also Bad Dream because again, I love the pain of Louis/Lestat angst
Master Drabble List
- Bad Dream:I’ll write my character having a nightmare about yours, or vice versa.
For the past several nights I have been having the most vivid nightmares. In the dreams I am mortal again in David’s body- or Raglan’s body, I suppose- and I am running down a great corridor. At the very end there is a grand oak door which I cannot open because my mortal limbs are too weak, but after several moments of shoving the door finally gives way! Louis is on the other side- it’s he who has opened it. He is dressed in the finest formal attire- fitted blazer, fine silk tie, and shiny gold cufflinks pinning his shirtsleeves. His hair is gathered back the way I like it at the base of his neck. Beyond him there is a luminous ballroom filled with our immortal friends and acquaintances: Armand, Gabrielle, Marius, Pandora, Maharet, even Santino and Eric are there. Every single one of them and they halt in their dancing and there is a deafening silence as they stare at me for a short eternity. And then they laugh uncontrollably, pointing fingers at me, at my predicament. I have been kicked out of their exclusive club.
It’s by this time I search wildly for Louis again- you know how dreams are, easy to lose track of people. I find him on Armand’s arm guffawing pitilessly, and the wickedest, most self-satisfied glint in the little imp’s eyes. I am outraged and embarrassed. I storm up to Louis and I grab hold of his well-pressed lapels and shake him. I order him to put a stop to this nonsense, to turn me back already. Let me back in your club.
Then something sharp in my lower back. I twist and see a second Louis, a crueler Louis, has driven a knife straight into me. With his mean lips he kisses me coldly before pulling the blade out. I fall, bleed out, and die right there on the ball room floor with peels of laughter echoing around me.
My dream life has never been very subtle.
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