Lestat and Louis through the years
I wanted to forget him, and yet it seemed I thought of him always. 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! In the dark nights of eastern Europe, Lestat was the only vampire I’d found.
Interview With The Vampire (1976)
"But why, Lestat? “ he asked a little suspiciously. "Why the danger, the risk? After all, you have done it. You have come back. You’re stronger than ever. You have the old fire as if it had never been lost, and you know how precious this is, this will simply to go on. Why risk it immediately? 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- ” He paused. But I knew what he was talking about. He had already said it.
The Vampire Lestat (1985)
I smiled. I kissed him suddenly, thrilled by the warmth of him, the soft pliant feel of his near human skin. God, how I hated the whiteness of my fingers touching him, fingers that could have crushed him now effortlessly. I wondered if he even guessed.
There was so much I wanted to say to him, to ask him. Yet I couldn’t find the words really, or a way to begin. He had always had so many questions; and now he had his answers, more answers perhaps than he could ever have wanted; and what had this done to his soul? 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 (1988)
He grew reflective again and very sad. It almost hurt me to look at him. I wanted to grab him by the shoulders and shake him, but that would only have made him furious.
“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 (1992)
"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.
My old familiar gentleman friend, my tender enduring pupil, educated as truly by Victorian ways of courtesy as ever by me in the ways of being a monster.
Memnoch the Devil (1995)
“I’ll spend the next few evenings with Lestat,” Louis said quietly. “I want to read to him. He doesn’t respond but he doesn’t stop me. You’ll know where to find me when Merrick returns.”
“Does he never say anything to you?” I asked, regarding Lestat.
“Sometimes he speaks, just a little. He’ll ask for Mozart perhaps, or that I read him some old poetry. But in the main, he’s as you see him yourself, unchanged.” He paused, then looked directly at the sky. “I want to be alone with him for a few nights, I suppose, before Merrick comes back.”
His tone had a finality to it, and a sadness that touched me to the quick. He was saying farewell to Lestat, that’s what he was doing, and I knew that Lestat’s slumber was so deep and so troubled, that even such a dreadful message from Louis might not rouse him at all.
Merrick (2000)
I
stopped. I put my arm around him. I held him close to me.
“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.”
Prince Lestat (2014)
“Very well,” Louis said.
“What do you mean?”
He shrugged and smiled.
“I’ll come if you want me. I’ll come and I’ll stay and I’ll be your companion if you want. I don’t know why you want this or how long you’ll want it, or what it’s going to be like, being with you and watching all your antics up close, and trying to be of help and not knowing how to be of help, but I’ll come. I’m tired of fighting it; I give up; I’ll come.”
I couldn’t believe I’d heard right. I stared at him as helplessly as I had in the hallway of the townhouse when I’d first seen him, trying to grasp what he had said.
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 (2016)
“When I was finally led down the stairs, Louis came with me. In the
darkened passage before my resting place, he embraced me and held tight
to me, his lips pressed to my ear. I was aware of my hands moving over
his hair, embracing his neck, drawing him ever closer, in a way I had
never done in our long years in New Orleans. We joined in the posture of
lovers, brothers, fathers with sons.
“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 because you always have and you always will.”
I couldn’t answer. I knew I loved him more than words could say, but I couldn’t respond.”
Blood Communion: A Tale of Prince Lestat (2018)
when I think about the most recent books in the Vampire Chronicles saga, they all are somehow bad for different reasons while still having its funny/endearing moments, but it’s with surprise that I realize that my favorite in this wild new canon is actually Prince Lestat and The Realms of Atlantis, the one that I was mostly skeptical of when I first read about
Prince Lestat makes me SO angry. It’s bad because I kind hate how it destabilizes the old rules of canon and seems to forget the errors of the past. I think it’s a horrible idea for the vampires to live under a monarchy. I think it’s even a more awful idea for Lestat to be this monarch because Lestat is a) still a relatively young vampire and b) Lestat is VERY instable and it just feels dumb to believe the old ass vampires would just obey him like that lmao. Prince Lestat is also bad because it introduce a fuckton of new characters and mostly of them are so bland that they just mix up in my head and quite frankly it would have more emotional impact if it had a narrative composed of most known vampires. But Prince Lestat does have some good in the fact that at least a little it tries to rebuild some of the relationships left on hold in previous books so ehh it’s the only good thing I can think of naming, really
Now Prince Lestat and the Realms of Atlantis… it’s bad because the history of the aliens feels so detached from the rest of the book, the way it was written. It’s not a /bad/ history, but it feels like it shouldn’t belong in the book, like it should have it’s own book or something. The pace is weird. But PLROA is my favorite of the new ones because it has so much investment in the relationships and yes especially Lestat/Louis lmao they have some amazing couple-y moments and Louis was well written for the first time in AGES and it makes my heart warm to read their scenes together that I’m willing to overlook all the other things in the book that make me mad, lmao
Now Blood Communion was perhaps the most disappointing one. I thought a one-person-only narrative would have been better after two books overflowing with bland character povs, but nah. The most disappointing thing about this book is that Lestat feels utterly soulless and even the cute moments with Louis aren’t so cute because his emotional response is so cold. In fact the only thing I truly love in this book is the very emotional, very strong spat between Lestat and Armand, because somehow Armand is the only vampire who makes some kind of god damned sense in this book because otherwise I hate pretty much every choice Anne makes to this new vampire court and the pace of this book is utterly atrocious
Oh wait lmao, there’s another part of the book I love - one of the few L/L moments where Lestat doesn’t feel soulless is at the end, where him and Louis are dancing together. That was cute
hedonistbyheart:
He crossed the hall and put his arms around me and kissed me on the lips.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he asked. Nothing mocking or mean in
the tone. Shocked. Unable to respond.
“Well, I figured you could use some new clothes, that you always can”
I was stammering, clinging to a shred of dignity, trivializing the moment with ridiculous words.
“A whole room full of clothes?” he asked. “Lestat, the century will be ended before I can wear all that.”
Prince Lestat and the Realm of Atlantis
Happy Valentine’s, guys. May we The Singles continue to live vicariously through fictional lovers for as long as it is needed.
animefanka:
So I finally read Prince Lestat and the Realms of Atlantis last Sunday
(because I was hoping for Polish translation and only recently found out
that there won’t be one so I had to order an English copy) and while
I’m still not sure what to think about this book, I love Armand’s
attitude toward the new characters ‘xD So I’ve used him to practice
expressions a little bit
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princelesthottie:
were Louis and Lestat’s interactions in PLRoA just Louis highkey implying he wanted Lestat to bang him but Lestat didn’t get the message bc Louis’ too pretty to listen to, or did I imagine that
thevampchronicles:
“ ‘My coffin,’ I said, ‘put me in my coffin!’ When had I said those words before. ‘Put me in my coffin!’ And Louis had not done it, and Claudia had not done it. In came the knife.’ ”
- Lestat having déjà vu, Prince Lestat and the Realms of Atlantis
