littlesmartart:

“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-” He paused.
But I knew what he was talking about… Excitement, the desire to continue, these things were priceless to us.

hi does this bit at the end of TVL make anyone else v emosh? like… after a CENTURY of chronic depression post Claudia’s death Louis finally starts f e e l i n g again and it’s because he finds out Lestat is alive and kicking. would he have really pinned a kid against a wall to get info? probably not. but I like the idea of careful, reserved Louis just totally losing his composure at the first hint of excitement.

He looked to Gabrielle, who stood near the fire, and then to me. And silently, he said, Love me. You have destroyed everything! But if you love me, it can all be restored in a new form. Love me. This silent entreaty had an eloquence, however, that I can’t put into words. “What can I do to make you love me? ” he whispered. “What can I give? The knowledge of all I have witnessed, the secrets of our powers, the mystery of what I am?”

Armand and Lestat, The Vampire Lestat (1985) - Anne Rice

“Fool,” he said again. His voice was roughened now by emotion he couldn’t suppress. “I have always loved you,” he said. “I have loved you more than any being in all the world whom I’ve ever loved. I have loved you more than Louis. I have loved you more even than Marius. And you have never given me your love. I would be your most faithful counselor, if you allowed it. But you don’t. Your eyes pass over me as if I don’t exist. And so they always have.”

Armand and Lestat, Blood Communion: A Tale of Prince Lestat (2018) - Anne Rice

redversaillesrose:

one of my fave parts in tvl was when lestat beat the shit out of armand and like five mins later was all like “oh my the poor thing. he’s so pretty, better help him” 

khay-thedevil:

80s music pulled Lestat out of the hole he was sleeping in for fifty years. Big Mood

diea-kierlyn:

“Always I’d felt that I couldn’t be a good human being and fight them. To be good meant to be defeated by them. Unless of course I found a more interesting idea of goodness.”

Lestat de Lioncourt

The Vampire Lestat

diea-kierlyn:

hannigram-hell:

l0stinadaydream:

I feel in myself the desire to murder… I see myself screaming when it happens,I see my face twisted into grimaces and I hear bellowing coming out of me. My mouth is a perfect O, and shrieks, cries, come out of me.

                                                                      

“The Vampire Lestat” — Anne Rice

@murdersymphony

@v-e-l-v-e-t-g-o-l-d-m-i-n-e

l0stinadaydream:

The music was a lamentation (..) [the violin] was telling everything that had happened to [Nicki].
                                            — The Vampire Lestat · Anne Rice

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

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.