#louis and lestat moment?!!!?!

[chenosias]

Portrait of a Hungry Man With Blood Thirst

There had only been two instances so far in which Osias had been covered in this much blood. The first; when he’d learnt what a blade could do to a person and the second; when he learned what a bullet could do to him. Falling snuggly into the third time; which they say it always comes in threes – was the fateful moment just outside of a wedding venue – when he'd learnt what his lover could do to someone else. 

The ride home was a blur and how’d they’d even made it back without being stopped by someone was a miracle in itself. The mercy of night and well-tinted car windows had granted them enough security to slip past any eyes that might have been looking. And thank fuck for that, Osias thinks privately as he peels wet clothes from his almost catatonic lover in the privacy of the luxurious bathroom. A sickening slap echoes through the tiled room every time a piece of clothing hits the floor. Neither of them flinch or make a face at the sound, even as the blood rushes to seep and coagulate between toes.

The slope of a honeyed shoulder keeps his eyes fixated as the water in the bath turns pink from whatever blood the shower hadn’t managed to rinse off. It’s the kind of pink that he’d seen baths go from throwing in a bath bomb, or salts. It may have made him laugh were it any other day, or were it him in the tub and not Taehyun; but as fingers skim through the ends of sticky hair and turn the water a shade darker, he can only wonder.

What is he thinking about? There’s no way of knowing, propped up behind Taehyun outside of the bath on a wooden stool that hardly held his lanky frame, Osias can’t see Taehyun’s face and is almost compelled to turn the man toward him as if looking into his eyes would be enough to tell him every thought he’d ever had from birth until now. He’s not even sure he wants to know the answers, but secretly, Osias thinks he might already know them. So instead of forcing his lover to face him, he sits in silent contemplation as he watches the way everything that Taehyun touches turns to red. 

We’re so different. Yet we’re the same. He thinks he’s a monster, but he’s only doing what nature compels him to. He’s only listening to the snarling hunger in his stomach that  begs him for it. What, pray tell, is my excuse? 

I kill because I can, because I have two hands. Because God made me this way. 

He made us both this way. That’s why we found each other. 

There’s a moment of mental and physical silence, aside from the gentle slosh of water in the bath. And then an ugly, invasive thought that he’d been keeping at bay for the most part finally pulls itself free from the deep trench he’d thought he’d buried it in.

I wonder if he thinks of killing me like that. I wonder if he’s ever wanted to.

Osias assures himself that he doesn’t mean it maliciously, no, because to die by Taehyun’s hand or mouth was nothing he feared and damn near encouraged. But he’s only human and he can’t help the ever growing throes of wonder about the innate intricacies of it all. 

If it came down to it and Osias had been the one to set him off… what then? Taehyun obviously wouldn’t want to hurt Osias, but what if he was compelled to by nature alone? To what lengths could he control himself, and when did nature take over without warning?

He’d seen it first hand, after all; Taehyun had succumbed to his hunger.

The thought keeps circulating in his mind even as he takes his own shower while Taehyun soaks motionless in the bath. He’s watching Osias scrub himself through the glass, and the both of them are staring at one another as though there was some silent conversation going on. Except, in this scenario, they might have been speaking two different languages neither one of them understood. The steam of the shower enhances the sickeningly sweet smell of blood that would have made the average person cringe and keel over to vomit. To Osias and Taehyun, it may as well have been body wash.

When he finally watches the last bit of blood go down the shower drain, he secures his own towel around himself at a bony hip and, careful of slippery tiles, makes his way to the bath where he hoists Taehyun up into his arms and a fresh towel of his own. Wet lips find an unblemished forehead, a cheekbone, in an offer of tenderness that words might not be able to convey, and their silent conversation continues.

-

Sleep doesn’t come easy for either of them, even with hushed chatter and soft strokes of a spine or thigh. But when it finally finds Osias, he’s taken by the dark nothingness that he welcomes wholly. It was the type of nothingness he enjoyed and had begun to associate with his lover, who eased the terrors that had normally come when sleeping alone. Here, even with a man who’d ripped open a throat beside him; he found comfort. 

The sun is what rouses him at some ungodly hour in the morning, a sliver of warm light from vertical blinds kissing everything golden despite the autumnal chill Osias knows is lingering outside. Taehyun is kissed golden too, turning dark locks of hair into something closer to a brown, tousled halo around his head. He doesn’t want to interrupt the sleeping cherub besides him so he lays very still on his side, despite the call for nicotine in his blood – and just watches.

He watches the rise and fall of a chest, the flutter of eyelids in rem, the twitch of an arm muscle. 

He’s so normal. Dreams and breathes like anyone else. But he’s not like everyone else, Osias thinks, and as if Taehyun had heard him through his dreams, his lover’s brows furrow ever so slightly. 

He’s stronger than me, and he won’t die. 

He won’t die, but I will. 

What will my death do to him? What does my mortality mean to him?

A roughened thumb moves to smooth out what wrinkle had formed between brows, and it causes Taehyun to stir with a grumbled sound. Osias' hands had gotten hard from farm work, but Taehyun never minded. He said it gave him an excuse to use his expensive hand creams on him, had even sat him down one evening and smothered the different creams across his being and asked which one he’d liked best – then proceeded to buy three more bottles of it to keep in the nightstand for when he stayed over. 

“Awake, love?” Osias’ voice is a rasp, it feels unused and foreign in a mouth that hadn’t said much at all since the previous night's events. Which is unusual for him, who talked most people’s ears off if given the chance, especially his poor boyfriends, who'd dealt with his meaningless rants on countless occasions.

Taehyun’s eyes flutter in the way birds wings do before they land, and Osias can’t help but lean forward to plant a kiss over each one as he finally comes into wakefulness. 

“Now I am…” He mumbles, holding Osias by the hand that had come up to hold a supple cheek. 

In the ever-brightening room, they stare at each other, and all Osias can see settling in over Taehyun’s angelic features as he remembers the events of the previous night is guilt. 

“It’s alright, baby. It’s alright. I love you.” He says, but he’s not sure if it is alright, because; 

I will die, and he won’t. What will my death do to him? What does my mortality, now, do to him?

Teary eyed and desperate for some semblance of normalcy, Taehyun’s a tight force against Osias’ collarbone, pressing as near as he possibly can and large hands on the male’s back bring him tighter still, as if Osias could squeeze him into nothing and absorb him there. If he could, he would. They'd never be apart that way. 

The space between them feels far too imposing, a canyon built from a nature neither of them have a control over except in this way. Except in this way, where they hold each other and say I love you through gritted teeth like saying it any softer will force them into recognition of what kind of dynamic they hold.

[platoapproved]

What was that you said about memory? "A monster," was it?

[pacipinka]

*taps mic* is this thing on? Yeah okay so every vampire in the vampire chronicles is turned at critical a moment in their lives and beyond just the body they are in when they are turned, their mentality stays at that standstill for their entire immortality, Lestat was turned against his will, he was clinging onto Magnus begging him to be freed, so he’s constantly seeking freedom and only finding loneliness and thus turning back to people again and again, however he can’t STAND being told what to do, since he desires agency in his life so desperately, Armand was turned after years and years of abuse and lack of control but such a desire for genuine love, by a man he ‘loved’ so wholly who he felt was barring his love from him, he needs control in his life, he needs a ‘master’ but he does not desire it, it does not fulfill him, he is trapped in a room but the door is unlocked! Louis was mourning his brother, he felt like an utter failure and so he’s always seeking family, seeking people he can care for, he can coddle, he can prove he is good too, but he loves people who either cannot stand coddeling and need a sense of looseness to live (Lestat) or people who grow out of coddling who prove to Louis he will always fail the people he loves (Claudia), Claudias turning, in many MANY ways mirrors lestats in that it was against her will, she was stolen from her home, and in her immortality she desires freedom but unlike Lestat does not have the agency/ form to get it, she will always be small, she will always be looked down on, even by Lestat who cannot deny how much she is just like him *taps mic* ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME!! NONE OF THEM CAN BREAK THE CYCLE!!! TO BREAK IT WOULD BE TO UNDO THE VERY FIBER OF THEIR IMMORTAL SELVES!! THE CYCLE IS THE BLOOD THEY DRINK IT IS THE HEART IN THEIR CHEST AND IT ROLLS AND ROLLS DOWN THE MOUNTAINS AND VALLEYS OF THEIR LOVE FOR EACH OTHER AND IT CAN NEVER BE STOPPED BECAUSE THEY WILL NEVER STOP LOVING EACH OTHER!!!!!!!!!!!!

[ayo-edebiri]

#Welcome to the Loustat Youtube channel (insp)

[onlymywishfulthinking]

Interview With The Vampire - 2.08 / 1.05

[framblebee]

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE 1x2 | 1x3 | 1x4

[sandushengshou]

Interview with the Vampire | 1.02 "...After the Phantoms of Your Former Self"

[gaypeople]

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE 1.07 | The Thing Lay Still

[goblins-riddles-or-frocks]

forever obsessed with dynamics between vampires, specifically that of a maker and fledgling, as a way to explore abuse. the creation of a vampire itself can so easily be a literalization of the lasting impacts of trauma and also much more simply the ways a perpetrator might shape their victim’s very identity. the extremes of isolation in the way that the new vampire, in most narratives, must cut all ties to their mortal life, or else go through an elaborate charade to maintain the facade of humanity, while forever still being removed from it. and the sheer dependence and vulnerability of being in an entirely new state of being, wholly uncertain of what it entails, and relying on another person to define… everything.

[lizardkingeliot]

The gentlemen are swappin' andouille sausage recipes, Miss Carroll.

[in-kyblogs]

“Lestat’s blood was giggling inside me, teasing my senses, illuminating the district with overwhelming detail, as if I had walked my entire life as a dead man and now, dead, could finally receive the secrets of existence.”

Interview with the vampire (2022)

[stella-grier]

A little mercy on your day 🤭

[platoapproved]

Wherever your miserable life takes you, whoever you find to endure time with, whatever pale proxy of me... I'll be with him. Just wanted you to know that.

[cuntylouis]

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE 2.03 "No Pain"

[fairweathermyth]

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE 2.04 & 2.08 & 2.05 + Gremlin Armand

[camaelczarka]

I love how in the poker scene in 1x01 Lestat plays the dumb blond at that table of gross dudes like ✨tee hee I’m so French I have no idea how to play cards I’m so bad at it look at me smoke my little cigarette in the holder✨ and then stops time to give Louis the winning hand like