#iwtvS2

[increasing-throes]

The "Maidens" of Pompeii / The Théâtre des Vampires

[doomed-romances]

For Your Consideration: JACOB ANDERSON as LOUIS DE POINTE DU LAC • Best performance by a male actor in a television series • Best actor, drama series AMC Interview With The Vampire (2022-)

[half-lightl]

DELAINEY HAYLES and JACOB ANDERSON as Claudia and Louis in INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE SEASON TWO (2024)

[jasvi-art]

Eyes down, Puce - you'll be their little birdie for the next fifty years.

[fanwarrior-suffering]

After TVL concert shenanigans of the Devil and his Minion 😈

✨ Prints and stickers available HERE

[vampmarie]

loumanding your valentines

[sapphistvampyr]

I remember a post about this on some behind the scenes photos when season two was still filming. About Lestat's eye colour being more blue-ish-purple like in the books and that meaning we're seeing the most authentic version of Lestat

Louis' hallucination of Lestat in Dubai has purple eyes!!

[stumkes]

Someone (I won't say who I am) really likes Daniel Molloy

[suikamelon6]

Your pathetic, wet ginger kitty Lestat <3 will start quoting S2's memorable quotes!

[mystysmuses]

Spent the whole entire day making these two drawings of the Interview with the Vampire S2 Finale

[espeze]

Warning spoilers for those who haven't seen s2 of AMC's Interview with the Vampire, the Gonks react to each episode as we wait for season 3!

[sanctaignorantia]

It's my last day of vacation and unfortunately tomorrow I go back to work, so all the stuff around here and on twitter is going to be more… slower! There's no getting out of the routine, but the second season of IWTV is a reality and now all we can do is wait, it's coming soon!

[doomed-romances]

You aim the camera straight but here, something fragile about this man. If you knew the man you'd know he was anything but. A happy mistake then? You caught the soul he is hiding. — INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE [2022- ]

[uozlulu]

Fic. IwtV (AMC). The Connection We Share. PG.

Character(s)/Relationship(s) Lestat, Louis; Loustat, very tiny brief mention of Armand/Daniel at the beginning of the fic Genre Romance/Vampire Rating PG Word Count 1,130 Disclaimer As this is fanfiction, I do not hold copyright to the source material(s) nor do I claim that I do. This is for free entertainment purposes only. Summary Louis and Lestat reunite in modern Dubai. For the I Can’t Wait for Season 2 event week 4: Theme/Theories. Warning(s) spoiler for Interview with the Vampire, spoiler for The Vampire Armand, brief mention of a suicide attempt Notes When I saw IwtV Daily’s tweet, I immediately started brainstorming. I decided to do one fic per prompt and make them a series. I’m not sure I’d say I want all the little details to happen in the show, but the bigger things I want to happen were my inspirations for each fic.

The fourth week’s theme was Theme and Theory. There are so many theories, so it was a little hard to pick. I figure we’re definitely going to at least get a tease for the transition to TVL at the end of the series. I also nodded to a theory that some plot points could be shuffled around and so the present day is probably set post-TVA somewhere but that doesn’t necessarily mean that portions of TQotD or TotBT might have happened yet. I also threw in some smaller theories here and there that fit the story. In terms of theme, it seems like repeatedly the vampires seek each other out, and Louis and Lestat especially always find a way back to each other, etc… I’m not sure I 100% buy that Louis and Lestat haven’t seen each other in several decades in the show canon, but I decided to go with that here because it made for an easier fic to write and fit with the shuffled around plot points theory.

Anyway, I decided to post this early because I can totally wait for season 2 if that means everyone gets treated more fairly and I stopped participating in linking to these things on Twitter during week 3.

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The Connection We Share

Louis’ final narration ended as all good stories did with a neat bow. Daniel untied it and after several probing questions, the final interview session finally officially ended. Goodbyes could wait until tomorrow since Daniel’s flight would not leave for several hours. Armand and Daniel disappeared to Daniel’s room with an invitation for Louis to join them. Louis declined and lingered in the room where the interview ended. It was the darkest hour of the night. The dim light inside the penthouse illuminated the tree and the rock garden so everything sparkled like stardust to a vampire’s gaze. The sun drew ever closer to the eastern horizon, a steady warning that not even immortals were wholly immortal. Yet, Louis found himself walking through the penthouse and out onto one of the balconies near his bedroom.

The night was hotter than any night in New Orleans. Dogs barked in the distance. Stars twinkled at the far reaches of the light pollution. Dubai spread out towards the horizon and the breeze blew Louis’ hair away from his face. Lights turned off across the city only for other lights to turn on. The streets were never empty even with pandemic restrictions still in place. Somewhere far away one of Lestat’s songs played so faint and distant that seemed more like a whisper of the mind.

The first time Louis hear the song was one of his visits to Night Island during the height of Armand and Daniel’s time there. The song played across the world from restaurants, shops, cars, radios, stereos, and boom boxes for the rest of the year. Mortals hummed and sang it to themselves while doing chores and walking their dogs even to this day. The song was a heavy metal ballad about a long-dead lover and a conspiring universe. The chorus was strangely romantic and a little cheesy, a true product of its time. Many mortals called it “the necrophilia song” jokingly. Louis leaned on the balcony railing and found himself humming along to it as it faded in the distance and a different song took its place.

After a short while, the song suddenly began again, this time acapella from a nearby street. The voice was unmistakable and drew steadily closer as a figure appeared in the street below. The figure approached the tower and disappeared from Louis’ view, but the song continued to draw nearer along with little noises as if feet alighted to various balcony railings. The song ended two balconies below Louis and then Lestat landed on Louis’ balcony railing with the Cloud Gift before dropping down to stand in the opposite corner of the balcony. Lestat’s hair shone in the ambient light like a high-end shampoo commercial and his skin was flush with blood. His bright leather pants were tight and he forewent the first half of the buttons on his shirt. He seemed corporeal like the vision of Lestat that Louis saw in Paris decades ago, but this Lestat looked as Lestat should look.

All sound around them seemed to fade. The cord connecting them stretched over a century and contracted to the mere feet between them. Their gazes never faltered from one another. Neither of them spoke for a long time.

“Louis…” Lestat seemed to breathe. “I almost thought I might find a ghost.”

Louis stopped leaning on the railing and licked his lips. “That’s funny coming from another ghost.”

The breeze caressed Lestat’s hair. “Just before he flung himself into the sunlight, Armand sent me a vision of you to my mind. Your clothes and hair were so modern. I could not believe it. I thought it was a taunt or when I told him all that Memnoch showed me, I drove him mad.”

Louis’ eyebrows drew together. He glanced through the balcony door into the penthouse but it could not reveal why Armand never spoke of Lestat when they reunited after Armand stepped into the sunlight twenty years ago. Louis’ gaze returned to Lestat.

“Recently I saw a curious letterhead and heard a rumor of an interview between a vampire and a mortal in Dubai.” Lestat never once looked away. “So, I lurked nearby. I listened to your fanciful tales and to Claudia’s altered diaries. It was fantastic fiction worthy of the authors you admire, but for what?” Lestat paused. “Why do you call out to me? Did you want me to stop your tale? Did you want me to contradict it? Do you want me to keep you from making this desert your grave?”

“Can a ghost stop me?” Louis asked.

“I am as much a ghost as you are.” Lestat traversed the distance between them. “In the streets of Paris, in that blood-stained theater, in that moonlit courtyard, you looked through me just as you look through me now.” His left hand cradled Louis’ jaw much as it had in the church over a century before. His thumb ran along the faint stubble under Louis’ lips, following the same path he touched back then. “I watched your ‘ghost’ turn the Théâtre des Vampires to ash. It filled me with joy. Such a fitting funeral for our Claudia, for that life. Knowing that it was you, as you were, as you are, fills me with joy again.”

Louis reached up and removed Lestat’s hand from his face, finding it corporeal and as warm as any vampire’s hand could ever become. Noise seemed to return to the world. The sun drew ever closer to the horizon. Louis kept a tight grasp of Lestat’s hand. “I killed you.”

“It was a glorious, theatrical murder. Your eyes glowed with vengeance, with anger, with love.” Lestat smiled. “It was one of the most alluring things you’ve done.”

The pressure from the impending sunrise felt almost suffocating. Louis changed how he held Lestat’s hand, letting their fingers entwine. Lestat remained before him as glorious as Louis expected him to be and definitely not a ghost. Louis licked his lips and said, “This place is a coffin for anyone who wishes to step inside.”

“Are you inviting me in as a lover?” Lestat moved closer, leaving little space between them.

“Are you going to stay out here and let the sun roast you instead?” Louis asked, moving so there was no longer space between them.

They kissed. One kiss became two, and they reluctantly parted in the middle of a third. Louis kept hold of Lestat’s hand and led him from the balcony into the deep recesses of the penthouse where Louis’ bedroom lay enclosed by three interior walls fashioned in the shape of the three exterior walls of the tower. The room was lavish and comfortable covered in modern art and bookshelves. The sun pierced the horizon as the bedroom door closed behind them.

The End

[suikamelon6]

Feeling every word of this and the bright sunrays of hope in the future of the fucked-up vampires.

episode 5 was such an awesome non-stop 500mph roller coaster through hell that i barely had time to notice my scant eight hours of annual state-mandated visitation rights with lestat on my screen were Not meeting my recommended dietary allowance but they slipped in that devastating 4 second butt-dial of a revenge phone call so we could hear Soft(tm)(??) real!lestat's voice and remember that although the scene we were in was already AGONIZING they were ready to take us to new depths now and in the future

[fanwarrior-suffering]

HAPPY IWTV SEASON 2 PREMIERE DAY

How are we doing, FangGang? This video (from my TikTok) is quite appropriate for the first episode 🫢

He is a simple man with a simple focus… 🍒👀

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See more of my Lestat cosplay videos on TikTok