mingdoyle:
Lestat and Louis, cuddling in the year 1992. Two pieces of vampire athleisure trash in a floral coffin bower!!
i-want-my-iwtv:
novellaqueen:
“It was as if the empty nights were made for thinking of him. And sometimes I found myself so vividly aware of him it was as if he had only just left the room and the ring of his voice were still there. And somehow, there was a disturbing comfort in that, and, despite myself, I’d envision his face.” Interview with the Vampire - (1994)
“Even in his cruelest moments, Louis touched
the tenderness in me, seducing me with his staggering dependence, his
infatuation with my every gesture and every spoken word.” - The Vampire Lestat
rainbow-femme:
My favorite part of The Vampire Lestat is that he was angry Louis wrote a book that made him look over dramatic so he wrote his own book where he comes off ten times more over dramatic than Louis ever did
scene-on-the-screen:
Interview with the Vampire: The Vampire Chronicles (1994)
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.
"“Come, let’s hunt,” I said. Which really meant, Let’s get out of here, let’s walk together and be quiet together and please let me see you drink. Let me see you draw the blood and the life out of a human being. Let me see you need it, and go for it, and have it, and be filled to the brim with it."
—Lestat and Louis in Prince Lestat and the Realms of Atlantis (Anne Rice)
