zaphura:

“I fell fatally in love with Louis, a young dark-haired bourgeois planter, graceful of speech and fastidious of manner..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..I touched his face again, the cheekbones, the arch beneath the black eyebrow. What a finely made thing he was.”
~Lestat de Lioncourt
(The Vampire Lestat/Queen of the Damned by Anne Rice)

“I went deeper and deeper in with Lestat’s remains, though why, I did not know. And finally, when I could barely see the pale space of the road and the sky which was coming dangerously close to dawn, I let his body slip down out of my arms into the water. I stood there shaken, looking at the amorphous form of the white sheet beneath the slimy surface. The numbness which had protected me since the carriage left the Rue Royale threatened to lift and leave me flayed suddenly, staring, thinking: This is Lestat. This is all of transformation and mystery, dead, gone into eternal darkness. I felt a pull suddenly, as if some force were urging me to go down with him, to descend into the dark water and never come back. It was so distinct and so strong that it made the articulation of voices seem only a murmur by comparison. It spoke without language, saying, ’You know what you must do. Come down into the darkness. Let it all go away.’”

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Louis de Pointe du Lac - Interview With The Vampire [Anne Rice - 1976]

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Lestat must have wept when he made you.