𝙰𝚁𝙲: 𝙼𝚈 𝙱𝙴𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶.

LOUIS DE POINTE DU LAC.humane needs with an inhumane hunger. vampire in all words but the ones that count. indie private iwtv roleplay blog. written by someone out there. show verse with novels weaved through. mun is over twenty-one. all rights of the character and canonical content belongs to the rightful owners, mun owns nothing.

[heunmoor]

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𝐒𝐇𝐇𝐇 …. 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍 .      this is a semi - private blog for      LOUIS DE POINTE DU LAC      ;         based off a blend of       AMC’S INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE       and       ANNE RICE'S        novels         .         canon divergent at times and low in activity        .        established in 2023         .       mun is twenty - eight      .        𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄        .         penned by someone          . heavily affiliated with @tahtalard .

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𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄        ;            𝐒𝐀𝐌 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑     /          @gunmade      .                             𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐀      /       @shewoe    .                  𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐒      /     @mythcloud       . 𝐋𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐊 / @irnmaw .

[heunmoor]

" one of your assistants spilled their drink on me , and this was all they had on hand to give me . " oversized band tee with only the other's face covered his form , collarbone visible , AND THE BUTTON OF JEANS HIDDEN BENEATH FABRIC . " was not that not allowed ? " bemusement was heavy upon the tongue , gleaming lightly in the outer ring of emerald hues . was his outfit not to the other's standards ? was that the response to his gaze ? / @topshelfperverts .

[bratstats]

" mon amour " , such softness to lestat's words , a look in eyes that once would've been described as love. was it still that ? was love true when it was one sided , he had believed once louis would eventually love him back , or loved him in a part that would never be reached.

new orleans - take two , as lestat had so charmlingly named it , he believed that would be the turning part for them , when everything would go back to how it was. but then the book. and that had changed everything ... " i read your book ," and just like that , the softness had turned into something much sharper.

@heunmoor hearted for a starter

[heunmoor]

stillness . his motions creased for but a moment before an edge was folded in a page of his newest escapism and placed aside . his heed belonged elsewhere , singled upon golden tresses and bright hues . " what did you think ? " his inquiry was soft but even keeled , A PALM CAST OUT TO THE FRENCHMAN IN AN ATTEMPT TO BECKON HIM INTO NESTLING HIMSELF WITHIN THEIR NEW COUCH . " he didn't have much time to rewrite after .... the incident . " this novel was meant to be the final seam of their entanglement ; ready to be placed in a shelf and never to be spoken of again . armand's only request before the interview took place , before their foundation crumbled into ash from a string of thinly veiled lies .

louis had been the voice but not the mind behind the novel ; his words had been harsh in ink , and bitter , and ever aching of the connection of a lost lover --- AND LOUIS KNEW IT WOULD WOUND LESTAT STILL , his perception of his maker was reimagined by armand ...... if he had known what he knows now , perhaps his words would have been softer .

[heunmoor]

digits weaved themselves into golden tresses , flashes of lights and mortals but a low murmur in eardrums ; heed lay only on the man nestled in his lap . worry infected bone and vein , spewing in sharp intakes of smoke-tinged air . fragile , his maker felt frail and shadow-soaked . WAS THIS THE MAKING OF CHILD LOSS OR TIME SINKING HER CANINES INTO HIS SOUL ? limelight and fawning but an armor to cocoon the struggles beneath ? " let's take a break , les --- take a night or two and get away from all this . " the yes men , the crowds , the stimulants and over indulgence ; a path louis himself had taken years before , ending in a blaze of sunlight and charred flesh . would his differ --- was this his search to find something to soothe the edges of the wound their daughter had left in her wake ? could louis even stop the destruction before it was too late ? / @eladead .

[tahtalard]

what care has armand for the papered junk that found its way to their mailbox? coupons, warnings from other vampires, invitations from dubai's unfortunate elite. ( better to email if you wished to reach the elder, now giving time for years of dishonesty to break through. uninterrupted ). he does not lift his gaze from the device in hand, simply humming ❝ what is what, love? ❞

until the answer comes unspoken, in vitriol building next to him.

❝ louis -- ❞ a panic raises the pitch of his voice, quickens his breath. ever widening gaze races across sprawled pages, all marked with familiar red ink. he didn't know vampires could taste bile. ❝ do not let a healed wound reopen at his beck & call, louis. ❞ slender fingers reach out in desperate connection, attempt at physical anchoring of decades spent together. visions of joy now cracking in half. armand is standing now, steadily rising in pitch & volume. ❝ the future is our focus. if only orpheus had not looked back; if only lot's wife had not been made salt! he only means to pull us, to pull YOU, apart, louis! your torment is his bank account; you know this. ❞

[heunmoor]

a sound foreign to his own ears pierced the air , cleaved from the depths of his withered lungs . was it a cry ? a curse ? french or arabic ? he could not tell for certain , as the earth had gone still . his heart was struck true , burrowing a blade louis had not seen coming his way . knees wobbled , threatening to give out beneath a quaking form ; THREATENING TO BEND TO THE AUGUISH THAT DROWNED HIM . the empire , the history they had built , the world they had made their own was ..... but a falsehood . built upon the spine of his gullibility and rose-tinted hues . weeping in the arms of the executioner , fumbling around and muttering sweet nothings into the ears of the man who held steady in orchestrating the end of his child . hell was not beneath his feet --- six feet below --- it was here , before him , in the fate he had inscribed for himself .

" don't fuckin' touch me ! " his husband's touch was scorched earth , having him fumble backward with the coordination of a drunkard . he was suffocating and craved nothing but to put distance between them , PUT DISTANCE BETWEEN THIS --- and the disgust that upturned his stomach . ever the impulsive , that is exactly what louis did ; scrambling his way out and leaving rashid and his security in his wake . he hadn't even taken the elevator , footfalls barely evident upon the stairwell before he lost himself in the bustle of the night in naught else but his loungewear and bare feet .

[heunmoor]

“ what’s ……. what’s this ? “ pages upon pages rested before them , scattered like ashes on walnut wood . sins written out with a deft hand , conjuring death with a sadistic thespian flare . LOVE WAS NOWHERE TO BE FOUND HERE . mercy but a stranger lost in the midst of suffering . this was the work of a monstrous creature ….. who seemingly wore the hands of his own beloved . “ tell me this isn’t fuckin’ true , tell —— “ a shudder of a breath , spine furled taut above the table crumbling under a ashen grip . a post card . the boy sent it with a post card . a wet rumble clawed its way up . how poetic . “ tell me he’s wrong , armand . “ / @tahtalard .

[heunmoor]

” must you not have your shirt on ? “ a soft huff spills off brims , digits sculpting their mark into ivory pages . a green hue cascaded over his frame , poisoning his features but not his tongue . THE FAWNING OF MERE MORTALS SHOULD BE BENEATH HIM . they had nothing on their history ….. yet why must the sight of his maker be for all to relish ? / @bratstats .

[heunmoor]

* ehhhh…..hello? / long time it’s been! I’m just cleaning up on here and hoping to start small. So whoever might still be here and wants to interact still just like this ?

[wolfkiler04]

[ to : LOUIS 💞❤️🩷❤️‍🔥💖 ] : aesthetic. curiosity. i am a creature of many things, mon cher [ to : LOUIS 💞❤️🩷❤️‍🔥💖 ] : the horrors of time zones, i'm afraid [ to : LOUIS 💞❤️🩷❤️‍🔥💖 ] : i will speak to them. [ to : LOUIS 💞❤️🩷❤️‍🔥💖 ] : see that you are not bothered again. [ to : LOUIS 💞❤️🩷❤️‍🔥💖 ] : whatever exists in your wardrobe is already more than sufficient, as it always has been. :)

[heunmoor]

[ ' MSG, 12:40AM. LES. ']: your wardrobe is definitely reflecting that as of late. please comb your hair, les. people are going to think you are out of your mind. [ ' MSG, 12:40AM. LES. ']: you have to be like that and not even be close enough for me to actually do something in return. that's cruel, les. [ ' MSG, 12:40AM. LES. ']: thank you.

[heunmoor]

louis is such a girl dad and a proud one of that; he'd sit happily getting his nails painted and play tea parties

[heunmoor]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 , an old lover coming to reacquaint itself with veined roots and lining of lungs . monstrous was this creature , devouring and gnawing for more despite there being nothing left in its wake . jealousy had him nibbling at nail beds , FIDGETING AND SEARCHING OUT DISTRACTION IN ONE OF HIS MANY BOUND TOMES .

@wolfkiler INQUIRED: ❝  i belong to you.  only ever you.  ❞

time had rushed forward with a flutter of an eyelash , but at this moment it felt as if it had turned outwards and centered in on a time in the past he'd rather forgo . " you've never been only mine , les --- YOU AREN'T THAT KIND OF MAN AND WE ..... we aren't married any longer , so it's fine . " falsehoods spewed off his brims , emerald hues locked upon a sherlock holmes novel . 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 . perhaps .

[heunmoor]

[ ' MSG, 3:10AM. DANNY. ']: you're the one who decided to go traveling the continents. we could've had this conversation in person but unfortunately here we are.

@m0ll0ys INQUIRED: [text] Can't we talk about this face to face?

[ ' MSG, 3:12AM. DANNY. ']: i've told you how i felt but i don't expect anything in return, daniel. i know you're adjusting to your new lifestyle and this could be disastrous when brought into the fold.

[heunmoor]

[ ' MSG, 12:00AM. HUSBAND. ']: i came to that realization when i noticed benji's shoes on the rug and syb's coat on the couch.

@tahtalard INQUIRED: [text] We left you to die to play minecraft .

[ ' MSG, 12:02AM. HUSBAND. ']: you're turned my own children against me. we were supposed to be doing a puzzle, love.

[wolfkiler04]

[ to : LOUIS 💞❤️🩷❤️‍🔥💖 ] : hardly a lie, i assure you

[ to : LOUIS 💞❤️🩷❤️‍🔥💖 ] : the photo was meant to help me with a piercing i was attempting to apply for the night

[ to : LOUIS 💞❤️🩷❤️‍🔥💖 ] : and my pr team is very good, and are paid very generously for when they're not

[heunmoor]

[ ' MSG, 12:38AM. LES. ']: .....that i can believe. however what reasoning could you have to do that to yourself for just a night? [ ' MSG, 12:40AM. LES. ']: they need to be paid less for calling me at 8AM to ensure i am coming to your events. you'd think they'd know working for a vampire to leave me the hell alone during that time but yet that squeaky redhead keeps reminding me i need a new fucking wardrobe for just one event.

[armandmoved]

[ MSG ︰ LOVE . ] I am not familiar with those films, in fact, I do not care for them. [ MSG ︰ LOVE . ] lego land ? these are architectural pieces , landmarks of the world. these are not toys, and if we must clear a room to house them .. so be it :)

[heunmoor]

[ ' MSG, 1:34AM. HUSBAND. ']: iron man wasn't all bad. i did enjoy the first captain america too, if i was to be honest. [ ' MSG, 1:36AM. HUSBAND. ']: we have two rooms for them, love. two. not just one and you still won't let me help with building them.

[heunmoor]

𝐬𝐞𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐢𝐫 , digits cocooning wine glass , observing scenery with a lazy heed . home had been found anew , WITH NEW TIES AND BONDS WORKING THEMSELVES INTO THE SEAMS OF HIS BEING . the juice of an orange stained his nostrils with citrus , the fruit itself left sitting half eaten upon an hermes dessert plate . tasteless , yet routine within household .

@madviolins INQUIRED: nicolas stares out at the dark water. "I wonder what Greece looks like in the sun ..."

occupancy may come and go from one ocean to the other , but this stays as it's always been . like oak . stable . rooted . " we can call and get the windows tinted , hmm ? STAY UP ONE NIGHT AND SEE THE MORNING COME ? " a soft lit aired upon his tongue , brims turned upwards momentarily . home . 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 .

[wolfkiler04]

[ to : LOUIS 💞❤️🩷❤️‍🔥💖 ] : ah that

[ to : LOUIS 💞❤️🩷❤️‍🔥💖 ] : only meant for me, i'm afraid

[ to : LOUIS 💞❤️🩷❤️‍🔥💖 ] : my finger must have slipped

[heunmoor]

[ ' MSG, 12:35AM. LES. ']: you're not as good of a liar as you think you are. [ ' MSG, 12:37AM. LES. ']: either you meant to do that or you were sending it to someone else. i feel sorry for your PR team regardless.