RP blog for your favorite unreliable narrator and wet cat of a vampire, Louis de Pointe du Lac. Muse is AMC Louis with book canon incorporated. @bothbeautyandbeast
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The Stonewall Inn
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@bothbeautyandbeast
RP blog for your favorite unreliable narrator and wet cat of a vampire, Louis de Pointe du Lac. Muse is AMC Louis with book canon incorporated. @bothbeautyandbeast
Loustat Warm Bodies piece for ya<3 it's been a while!!!
here's my attempt at process gif of this illustration lol
🌹 claudia wearing vivienne westwood gateway of india dress
🌹 loustat wearing valentino fall 2022 couture
@leliorisen @decesinfantile
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I met a girl recently. Her name is Regina, she works at this local joint. She has her face, Lestat. I know she isn't Claudia. I know that. But she makes me happy. I don't know why I'm telling you this, or what you'll make of it. I barely know what to make of it myself. But I can't stop seeing her face.
Let me guess, is it something in her eyes? The way she presses her lips together in a pout when she looks up at you?
Claudia’s dead.
Gone! Louis.
I watched her burn. Why aren’t you crying into Lionel’s emotionally unavailable chest hair? Dab your tears with my annotations, will you?
Just do me a favor and do NOT call Merrick.
I know she’s gone. You don’t have to remind me. And yes, her eyes are the same. It’s all the same. Her whole face. Even her smile.
It’s Lemuel, and you know that. Stop being a dick.
I think I’m going to go back and see her a few more times, talk to her. Maybe she’d like the company. I just want to talk, that’s all.
Kiss of Death
St. Louis Cathedral
New Orleans
Break up with your boyfriend, I'm bored.
@bothbeautyandbeast
This is why I screen your calls. Try a crossword.
imagine if lestat decided to commit to the bit and pulled this move
Louis, you’re so beautiful .
Even like this, still beautiful? How about now?
You are such a liar du lac, Can't fly my ASS! When were you gonna tell me that you have a flying gift huh? You are basically my step maker if we look at how much you cared that I was turned. Armand tells me it comes with age, but do you I can trust that gremlin after what happened?! I need atleast a century. so YOU are gonna teach me to soar in the air like a fairy.
Daniel, I have read this message three times and each time it has somehow become less coherent. You've been a vampire for what feels like twelve minutes and you're already demanding upgrades? Things come when they come, have some patience. Besides, the thought of you airborne has made me unexpectedly grateful for these developmental milestones. I cannot teach you what only comes with time, so please don't let me catch you trying to jump off a building because Armand told you to "believe in yourself". I will not be there to break your fall.
husband come home the kids miss you
THE owner of the night louis de pointe du lac
Dearest Louis,
Do you like to feed off of blood donors in person? Or do you still simply drink animal blood?
Animal blood still has it's place, as old habits linger and there are nights when it is sufficient. It is convenient, and allows me certain comforts of conscience. And yes, there are those donors who offer willingly, fully informed of what they are giving and handsomely compensated. Though if you're asking whether that has cured me of the need to hunt, the answer is no. We are creatures of preternatural appetite, and there are certain hungers that a refrigerated bag can never satisfy.
[Louis TXT:] Hello, Christine. Thomas here. Just a curiosity question. At what point in your employment did you realize that “Lestat emergency” was going to become a recurring category?
[Christine TXT:] Nice talking to you, Mr. Pitt.
I would argue that everyday I've been employed under Lestat has been a "Lestat emergency."
Hope this helps.
[Louis TXT:] Then I sincerely hope your contract includes hazard pay. For your sake. Have you ever considered representing anyone normal?
my favorite thing about louis is he's a business major in a world of theater kids. everyone's playing psychological games with each other through theater and rock music and the fractured art of storytelling and he's like "but what are the margins on my vampire hotel"
The theater kids can explore the human condition. I'm trying to figure out who's paying property taxes.
the car.
It had been at least half an hour since either of them had spoken. The silence between them had long since settled into something comfortable as Louis watched the tree line blur past outside his window.
A song was playing softly through the speakers, gradually picking up in intensity, something vaguely familiar from Lestat's latest playlist. Louis disliked it immediately. He leaned forward and tapped the screen to skip.
Almost before he could finish the thought, Lestat's hand shot out and smacked his away.
"Driver's choice," he muttered, never taking his eyes off the road. Had he been looking, the glare Louis leveled at him would have made any reasonable man fear for his life, shrink back in fear and pray for mercy. Fortunately for Lestat, he was neither looking nor reasonable.
@leliorisen
Lou! Hey man! Listen its kind of rude to ignore a friend in need ya know? How come you're not returning my calls? Still pissed about the book? Cant stay mad at me for centuries!
Anyway! I got a bone to pick with you du lac. You see, I agreed to this documentary with lestat in hopes of getting something juicy, finding the truth that you couldnt provide, fuck twinks and drink blood until I'm full as a tic, but Because of YOUR absence he's getting high off his ass, getting his ass beat by fuckers that call themselves the "fang gang" and whoring himself out! Get your ass to the tour bus and start answering my calls.
First of all, I did answer your calls. Seventeen of them. I also noted that you left forty-three voicemails and six drunk audio essays. You joined him on a tour bus, Daniel. Voluntarily. At your age. That's between you and God.
As for the "truth I couldn't provide," I lived through decades of his nonsense. You wanted a deeper mystery. The mystery is why any of us keep letting him into the house. What exactly were you expecting to find? Hidden depths? Emotional maturity? A stable hobby?
Don't call me again tonight. I refuse to get involved. Which means I'll see you tomorrow.