Speaking of height, how tall is Louis? Is it ever said in the books?

“Louis de Pointe du Lac, already described above but always fun to envisage: slender, slightly less tall than Lestat, his maker…"- Armand, the Vampire Armand

I don’t think it gets more specific than that in canon, but you know Lestat would be throwing a massive hissy fit about it every other book if Louis was taller than him bc ‘Stat is the biggest baby about height.  

Generally, height doesn’t matter much when you’re horizontal ❤

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[fanart by @anaryawe]

thevampiregirl4321 submitted: Happy Valentine’s day I hope you and Louis have a great day 😉❤


♛Ah merci! Et toi, aussi, mon

partisan. It is night for us, of course, and we should probably refer to all holidays as holinights, which is truer to our unique situation.

He didn’t enjoy the flight here, but he is very pleased to be here now. It has been a great night and continues to be such a vast improvement over last year, in which neither of us planned anything. Fortunately, we improvised.

Last Valentine’s night:

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theheadgirl:

The Vampire Lestat (1985)

I kept glancing at him and away from him, as if his green eyes were hurting me. In modern parlance he was a laser beam. Deadly and delicate he seemed. His victims had always loved him.
And I had always loved him, hadn’t I, no matter what happened, and how strong could love grow if you had eternity to nourish it, and it took only these few moments in time to renew its momentum, its heat?

The Queen of the Damned (1988)

Stupidly I stared at him. How perfect he seemed to me as he stood there waiting with such kindness and such patience. And then, like a fool, I came out with it.
“Do you love me now?” I asked.
He smiled; oh, it was excruciating to see his face soften and brighten simultaneously when he smiled. “Yes,” he said.

Prince Lestat (2014)

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.”

louis + lestat. die young. love forever.

@hyperbeeb: “Now matter how hard you ship Louis and Lestat you will never ship Louis and Lestat as hard as Lestat does.” [X]