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ooc; OH YES I’M GLAD SOMEONE SENT ME THIS ONE. To be honest, I feel like the super-whiny emo misconception stems partially from the movie? Because as much as I love the IwtV movie, I feel like there were some key things missing with him (which is honestly understandable with a movie adaption of a book).
The thing about Louis is that he actually doesn’t hate himself. Louis has an immense ego, which is something he himself spoke of in Interview with the Vampire. He’s such an immense perfectionist, I feel, that he doesn’t always know how to cope with his own failures. He falls into self-loathing because he honestly can’t deal with imperfections within himself. But even in his times of “brooding,” his ego still rears its head. He believed that he wanted to die in 1791, but could never let it happen. His ego wouldn’t allow it.
As a mortal man, Lestat “crushed his ego,” but once they were on an equal playing field as vampires, he began to see him differently and within his first night as an immortal, felt he was superior to Lestat. His feeding on rats was just as much a battle of pride as it was his sentimental feelings for humans.
Lestat and himself constantly get into these little ego battles, with the rats, with the Frenieres, with Claudia, with Lestat’s choices of victims, with Lestat’s every rash decision later on. Like, Louis definitely isn’t a pushover. One of the reasons Lestat made him was to be his “conscience,” and he certainly has to be an equal to serve that role.
Louis does go through periods where he just lets himself become apathetic and drift, but he never lets himself fade away and disappear. Which I think is partially his ego and partially that he waits for Lestat to revitalize him like he’s fucking Sleeping Beauty and Lestat is Prince Charming. Honestly, they both need each other so much.
I think the fact that Louis has never went to ground is a testament to his strength. And even when Lestat’s losing it, he generally remains sane and by his side until a point comes that he just can’t anymore and has to leave. Because Louis is very self-serving and capable of loving Lestat from a distance while Lestat’s doing something loony like Rowan fucking Mayfair.
99% of the time that Louis’ sitting around appearing emo, he’s just beating himself up for doing something wrong because~~~perfectionist first-born son.
Am I turning into a merciful-death reblogging blog? I’m sorry. It’s just that I agree with it so much and I can’t help but want to s h a r e.
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 ❤
two vampire friends lying on the floor getting drunk and describing eachother because they can’t use mirrors don’t even try to tell me that isn’t adorable
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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 ❤