#and then once he has he can go find lestat again and they'll officially remarry

[petrowriting]

something about the way louis started wearing brighter colors and patterned shirts and bought a bright yellow couch to liven up the apartment the moment he was free of armand is so telling of the position he was in during their marriage and the role he was forced to play: the docile husband who was always willing to compromise and ultimately bowed to armand’s whims. they were never equals in their relationship, one always taking the upper hand over the other, and louis’ freedom comes in small pleasures and independences—a new couch, mementos of his late loved ones on the walls, a new shirt or two, a visit to his first love to remedy decades of hurt and misunderstandings. he’s exercising his newfound selfhood in measured doses, and the sheer amount that’s already changed is so warm and so beautiful. louis du lac when he’s finally his own man will be a fearsome thing to behold, and the world’s vampires don’t stand a damn chance.