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There’s many reasons for the mess that is Lestat and Louis’ relationship, the most glaring of them being their abismal lack of communication with each other of course, and the show also adds the fact that Lestat doesn’t seem able to understand that being a vampire does not free Louis from racism. Him being lived his entire life as a white man and inability to understand how being a black man in a racist society affects Louis is something that puts a big strain in their relationship.
But I think something else the show adds to their dynamic is that Lestat is much older than Louis here, when in the books he was only a little older - meaning that this Lestat has over a hundred years, probably spent a lot of these years in relative solitute, and he is much more… dlvorced from his humanity, per say.
I don’t think he understands why holding into his humanity means so much to Louis because it has been long since he was turned so everything Louis cares so deeply about - his human family, his job, his role in society likely looks like a blip in time for him - meaningless, things that are always changing. Not really important. A hobby as he says, because their immortality and the potencial of a thousand hundred nights together with Louis is what means the world to him.
Meanwhile, Louis hasn’t fully grasped what means for him being a vampire, being immortal, and he still clings so hard to his human life that he is hurt when Lestat just shrugs his problems off, because these thing are very important to him, so I don’t think at this point these two are capable o being in the same page.
After everything Lestat had it coming but ouch, this is harsh. I think this instantly became my favorite mean!Louis moment, maybe even surpassing my previously favorite one from the books:
I allowed myself to forget how totally I had fallen in
love with Lestat’s iridescent eyes, that I’d sold my soul for a
manycolored and luminescent thing, thinking that a highly reflective
surface conveyed the power to walk on water.
“What would Christ need have done to make me follow him like Matthew or
Peter? Dress well, to begin with. And have a luxurious head of pampered
yellow hair. — Interview With The Vampire
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 - not as it had been the last night in the fire, but
on other nights, that last evening he spent with us at home, his hand
playing idly with the keys of the spinet, his head tilted to one side. A
sickness rose in me more wretched than anguish when I saw what my
dreams were doing. I wanted him alive! — Interview With The Vampire
Lestat,
in fact, had aroused in me feelings which I hadn’t wished to confide in
anyone, feelings I’d wished to forget, despite Claudia’s death. Hatred
had not been one of them. — Interview With The Vampire
And
why should I bother to tell of the times he came to me in wretched
anxiety, begging me never to leave him, of the times we walked together
and talked together, acted Shakespeare together for Claudia’s amusement,
or went arm in arm to hunt the riverfront taverns or to waltz with the
dark-skinned beauties of the celebrated quadroon balls?
Read between the lines. — The Vampire Lestat
"Have you forgotten what it was like when we had the world all around us, and no one could hurt us except ourselves?”
“Is this an offer, Louis? Have you come back to me, as lovers say?”
His eyes darkened and he looked away from me.
“I’m not mocking you, Louis,” I said.
“You’ve come back to me,
Lestat,” he said evenly, looking at me again. “When I heard the first
whispers of you at Dracula’s Daughter, I felt something that I thought
was gone forever. — The Vampire Lestat
Louis,
the watcher, the patient one, was there on account of love pure and
simple. The two had found each other only last night, and theirs had
been an extraordinary reunion. Louis would go where Lestat led him.
Louis would perish if Lestat perished. But their fears and hopes for
this night were heartbreakingly human. — The Queen of the Damned
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. — The Queen of the Damned
"I love you,” he said softly. I was amazed.“You’re
always looking for a way to triumph,” he continued. “You never give in.
But there is no way to triumph. This is purgatory we’re in, you and I.
All we can be is thankful that it isn’t actually hell.” — The Tale of the Body Thief
Sometimes you frighten me so badly I hurl sticks and stones at you. It’s
foolish. I’m glad to see you, though I dread admitting it. I shiver at
the thought that you might have really brought an end to yourself in the
desert! I can’t bear the thought of existence now without you! You
infuriate me! Why don’t you laugh at me? You’ve done it before. — The Tale of the Body Thief
“Have you suffered in my absence?” I asked, looking back at the altar.
Very soberly he answered, “It was pure hell.”
I didn’t reply.
“Each risk you take hurts me,” he said. “But that is my concern and my fault.”
“Why do you love me?” I asked.
“You know, you’ve always known. I wish I could be you. I wish I could know the joy you know all the time.”
“And the pain, you want that as well?”
"Your pain?” He smiled. “Certainly. I’ll take your brand of pain anytime, as they say.” — The Tale of the Body Thief
“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. — Memnoch the Devil
“I’ll be down there, in our rooms,” he said, “waiting for you. They can’t keep you here much longer.” — Memnoch the Devil
I don’t live like our friend Louis, wandering from dusty corner to
dusty corner, and then back to his flat in the Rue Royale when he’s
convinced himself once more and for the thousandth time that no one can
harm Lestat. — The Vampire Armand
And that perhaps was the real change in him, the change that he welcomed—that he could see himself as part now of all this great and glistening world. He was not part of some mindless force that sought to destroy it. No, he was part of it. He was part of this, this night with its sweet mild rain, and this whispering garden with its fragrant flowers and its trees, and the breezes that moved their branches. And he was part of the roar of the city rising around him, and part of the sharp shining music that came from within the house. He was part of the grass beneath his feet, and the tiny relentless hordes of winged things that sought to devour the human waiting there helplessly for a proper grave.
He thought of Lestat again, confident, smiling, wearing the mantle of power as easily as he had always worn his finery, old and new.
He said under his breath:“Beloved maker, beloved Prince, I will be with you soon.” — Prince Lestat
He leaned close to me, and he put his hand on my arm. “ ‘Wither thou goest, I will go, and where thou lodgest, I will lodge; thy people shall be my people’; and because I have no other god and never will, you shall be my god.” — Prince Lestat and The Realms of Atlantis
“I love you with my whole soul, and I will always love you,” he confided to me. “You are my life. I have hated you for that and love you now so much that you’ve been my instructor in loving. And believe me when I say you will survive this, and that you must for all of us. You will survive because you always have and you always will.” — Blood Communion
sometimes I remember the existence of the musical The Vampire Lestat because it’s amazing like it was up only for the shortest time (bad reviews I think) and it was Weird, the soundtrack was made by Elton John of all people and while I only ever watched bits and pieces it seems like it would be a lot of fun live
Also it has one of my favorite things ever, which is Lestat and Louis cuddling in a couch while singing Embrace It (around the 1:19:49 in the following video mark if you never saw it, also there’s subtitles!)
incredible funny to me every time I stumble upon a post or article claiming that Lestat and Louis are ‘not a real couple’ or are ‘ambiguous’ like… are you aware that they make out in almost every book they are together. are you.
