fingeronthepulseofmysoul:

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

“I’m Lestat,” I said in a low voice. “Your Lestat. I’m the same Lestat you’ve always known, and no matter how I’m changed, I’m still that same being.”

“I know,” he said warmly. 

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.” (Lestat and Louis in Prince Lestat, by Anne Rice)

wait WHAT. She actually fucking says it in Prince Lestat? Ok, dammit I need to reread the first four again (I’ve already read IWTV) and this.

She totally does, and it’s actually the best part of Prince Lestat:

(But I should warn that, sadly, there really isn’t a lot of Lestat/Louis in Prince Lestat. There’s just a few scenes with them together.)