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@amatorial : CHRISTINE ... ❝ i’m sorry that it has to be this way. ❞

the night swept them over in the back alley, louis took his time for a smoke break. nasty old habit that couldn't do no harm any longer, that human life he could no longer claim. was it habitual for the sake of preserving his current state? no more insanity could bridge the gap when he's facing lestat the way he was. playing games, you get your lawyer & i'll get mine. he laughs to himself, something of a scoff. he'd already sensed her bravery, uncertain why she's approaching him with that plastic apology.

" this comin' from your proverbial script or - off the clock, you've seen & heard enough to grasp, but you're findin' out, it wasn't really something you were all too prepared for? "

louis exhales smoke into the cold air, taking note of her flushed human expression. bitten nose, stark in comparison, much too long of an exchange between them... than he allowed himself to be. cigarette is discarded beneath his shoe, slowly he turns to her with his entire focus now -- spoken mentally he impresses a thought. (which way, christine?)

[aedearly]

✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺.

₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of loose quotes taken from various characters from hades (supergiant games). these quotes are from the first game of the series. writing/roleplaying prompts. from fluff to angst! feel free to edit as you see fit, especially since some are gendered.

❝ i’m leaving. try and stop me. ❞ ❝ that could have gone better. ❞ ❝ why can’t you just stay? ❞ ❝ i wish you could come with me. ❞ ❝ you’re coming with me. ❞ ❝ i have to take you back. ❞ ❝ but for you, i will be making an exception. ❞ ❝ whew… they’re gone. ❞ ❝ now, come on, we got places to be! ❞ ❝ may the fates favour your journey. ❞ ❝ oh you know, i’d rather have my eyes put out, but thanks for offering! ❞ ❝ if only… ❞ ❝ you should be ashamed of yourself, and learn your place. ❞ ❝ ahh, so you are taking pity on me, then? ❞ ❝ i’m sorry that it has to be this way. ❞ ❝ you’re late. ❞ ❝ will i see you soon? ❞ ❝ did you miss me? ❞ ❝ i’m home. ❞ ❝ we’re heading home. ❞ ❝ you… came back? ❞ ❝ i hope i didn’t keep you waiting very long, did i? ❞ ❝ is something wrong? ❞ ❝ i can’t believe this. ❞ ❝ i’m in your debt. ❞ ❝ there’s going to be payback, you know. ❞ ❝ … damn you. ❞ ❝ this is for you. ❞ ❝ do you remember me? my name is—ah, nevermind. ❞ ❝ i’m not who you think i am. ❞ ❝ keep following that heart of yours. ❞ ❝ to hell with this place! ❞ ❝ fear is for the weak. ❞ ❝ oh, look at you, you poor, poor thing, you’re hurt! ❞ ❝ you’re such a sweetheart. ❞ ❝ you brought this on yourself. ❞ ❝ no need to thank me, mate. ❞ ❝ please, i don’t want to do this… ❞ ❝ you don’t have to do this… ❞ ❝ only the best for you. ❞ ❝ i hope you’re right. ❞ ❝ gods grant me strength… ❞ ❝ that is the worst idea i think i’ve ever heard. ❞ ❝ do you understand how little sense that makes? ❞ ❝ look what i found! ❞ ❝ something’s changed about the beating of your heart. ❞ ❝ no wonder they don’t like you. ❞ ❝ wish i could be there to see your face. ❞ ❝ i’ll earn your favour yet. ❞ ❝ how bad could it be? ❞ ❝ hello there, handsome. ❞ ❝ … this is the cheesiest thing i’ve heard from you. ❞ ❝ what has gotten into you? ❞ ❝ blood and darkness! ❞ ❝ lucky for you, i’ve no pride like many others here. ❞ ❝ it’s over. i’m sorry. ❞ ❝ go. away. i won’t repeat myself. ❞ ❝ i knew your heart was true. ❞ ❝ let’s kiss and make up! ❞ ❝ mischief, me? oh please! ❞ ❝ i don’t know how you can stand this kind of thing… ❞ ❝ you tried. that’s what matters. ❞ ❝ a man after my own heart… ❞ ❝ why won’t you give up? ❞ ❝ ever so stubborn, aren’t you? ❞ ❝ life and death, one and the same. ❞ ❝ you’re running from yourself. again. ❞ ❝ what do you want from me? leave me alone. we’ve nothing to discuss anymore. ❞ ❝ i cannot bring myself to stay upset with you forever. ❞ ❝ the truth is i’m a lover, not a fighter. ❞ ❝ i have to see her! ❞ ❝ so how goes wilful disobedience of late? ❞ ❝ you think all these gifts will make things go back to the way they were? ❞ ❝ we’re older now—i’d hope we’re wiser, too. ❞ ❝ i have to go. ❞ ❝ we were having such a good time! ❞ ❝ time is up. ❞ ❝ you’re so reckless. ❞ ❝ thank you for always keeping me on my toes. ❞ ❝ your luck’s run out. ❞ ❝ i don’t know why i bother with you, honestly. ❞ ❝ may i call you my friend? ❞ ❝ i’d like to make a toast, to you! ❞ ❝ no need for special thanks. ❞ ❝ i’ve some memories i’m not quite ready to give up on yet. ❞ ❝ i’ll break your heart. ❞

[simoneashley]

First look at Louis de Pointe du Lac in Interview With the Vampire Season 3

[peliculasynadamas]

Rebel Without a Cause (1955), Nicholas Ray

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@tahtalard ... 𝓐rmand: ' i heard once , it's the comforts that make us feel numb. ' prompts.

LOUIS HAD BEEN SO PREOCCUPIED - maybe skipping some rocks to the water, allowing himself to think for a moment outside the own swell of his heart. it was so human, wasn't it? perhaps it was smaller things, not from a bird's eye view ... but if looked closely enough it was hardened into fact, they met at night. Louis watched couples share a drink, eat a meal. They walked together, upon bricked paths past glancing lovers - the yearn to forget, to pretend. " When i was human ... all i ever did was, seek comforts, " he almost laughs & it lands shrouded in bittersweet melancholy. a fading, distant existence. now, all he wanted to was to desperately not lose what it was to feel alive. human life was boxed in, hiding & trying to prove again, again. to never know death itself ... curiosity often came banging louder on his doors, more prominently as years passed.

he looks over to ARMAND, composed & watchful - something else lingers; though Louis can't place the thought just yet. PARIS IS A DREAM, a means to start over. It could even be more of Claudia's dream, one Louis has to be careful to not over-indulge, or expose ... he didn't feel all too interested in a theatre of vampires, & he would wonder now, if that lingering thought prior had manifested. " Live as long as you have or, I have ... it's not comforts, or numbness. It's the loss. fear to lose oneself," he stops, no attempt to finish that sentence. It was a crack - for a split second he could feel that exposure - what comes after is that ocean of guilt.

Louis lifts his gaze once more - meets the focused, golden hue of the other vampire. Shoulders brush, & Louis finds himself almost breathless. This was comfort. It's not numbing. A smile is expressed, and it almost aches with how long, how genuine it could feel. How it does feel. " So ... what about you? You believe that?"

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@hereticsinc : 𝓛estat. "It's the things we love most that destroy us."  prompts.

it's very comical, to a maddening point of exhaustion -- to end up in that tiny room, sitting across an old lover who burst at the seams. it was half pride, half whatever they had left to wonder if it ever mattered at all. it did, but not in the way lestat was sniping from faded out jealousy. those things didn't matter; the past only continues to live as much as it's watered. armand had helped him. they helped each other in the bay area, san francisco was home to them for some time ... but louis was lying, for the most part. he & armand fizzled to a forest fire burned out. no smoke to clear, just vast fields of dead, rooted in the unrepairable. nothing residual to show for ... all that resentment. and then some. memories fill his mind before halting to a blank.

louis sits up now, elbows rest casually as he keeps his gaze on the other man. he made no attempt to look at the poor souls sifting through documents -- ones they each allowed, but he almost lost track of what was going on. divorce, or defamation on a book? shouldn't daniel be there? hours & hours, losing sight of the plot. it has to be on purpose. it's the things we love most that destroy us. maybe that's all it takes for louis to give an ounce back. give more than his avoidance that only riled up lestat the more he did. there's a whisper in the back of his mind, an undoing haunt that sounds like -- no, that is ... their little girl. she's laughing. "you're right, lestat -- it is, the things we love most that destroy us," he pauses not only to clear his throat, but to time it well enough that he doesn't add fuel to the fire. there can't be a screaming match, not on the record. he knew these humans were afraid, but they sure didn't mind the large bracket he & lestat were offering.

louis knows he hurt lestat -- the ego from that night in paris was feeling prideful to know, to imagine lestat keeping tabs ... but was it worth it, if someone were to ask him. to really see him like this, right now? no.

" we can't spend ... hours picking apart every little thing though. think it's time we start moving forward, "

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@hereticsinc : 𝓛estat. " It's like I was living for the first time. and once you feel that, you’ll do anything to keep feeling it." / prompts.

  LOUIS HAD FOUND HIMSELF IN A CERTAIN SITUATION; entirely familiar but never the same ... walking in eternal circles just to elongate the process of a long overdue confession. LESTAT, who had opened in their beloved NEW ORLEANS more than a century later. same place where it started, where it ended. how could louis not show up, pretend like the other didn't immediately sense him ... just to keep living in that nostalgia for just a moment longer? in each other's company, the circles they keep walking.

" up on that stage? i can see that, " he pauses, allowing more of a curious gaze to linger on lestat's features. of course the most important thing was to hold onto to that feeling: living. where he finds himself remembering ... how easy it was to be shamelessly seduced into that blazing sun. when you lose that feeling. " it's all so ... you." and perhaps melancholy intertwined with tension & universal obsession, lestat drew in crowds that fell to worship. his voice, as louis watched prior how he drew them in -- how lestat knew he was watching. " it looks good on you," louis smiles, leaned back slightly. the infectious way he was in love, never stopped loving, only reserving. " you look ... happy,"