Creole Blood

"𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬," 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞. "𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. . . "

[sangcreole]

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[sangcreole]

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[sangcreole]

“And here I thought you appreciated such mementos during my time away. I shudder to think what you did to my sweater last time I was in New York…”

[lioncoeurts]

"What the Hell do you mean by that!"

[sangcreole]

“I mean that the next time I come to your room, my robe better not have moved. I’ll set your closet ablaze if you even think about it.”

[lioncoeurts]

Louis's delicate gesture of affection draws out a pleasant shock from him, as it always seems to, unfailingly. His lips are cool and earnest, soft as the finest silk, drawing away just as suddenly as they'd kissed him; Does it cause him any inward alarm at all to touch him now?

Another small flash of pain, intermingling with the warm thrill of such intimate proximity, and Lestat's fingers gently grasp his beloved by the juncture of an elbow to hold him close. "I'm not running from anything," he counters, a little overcome.

Perhaps there's only an hour left, at most. Such precious little time, no matter how Louis shuns the idea. It's somehow never enough.

Is anything ever enough?

Hidden away in the labyrinthine sprawl of the Night Island villa, he thinks of Marius, and that lovely amusing adage he'd once given about Alexander the Great.

The notion comes to him then; an impulse, impossible to ignore. Lestat smiles, the plaintive shadow of restlessness and discontent all but melting away for the time being. No amount of despair can dampen the fire in his spirit for long. He refuses it to be so.

"---Just one more thing, Louis, before the night is done. And before you say no, I'm not about to whisk you off again to frighten the lives out of any old scholars, as fun as it might be. We've done all that. Just hold onto my hands."

[sangcreole]

I’m not running from anything, he breathes, like a precious secret caught in the thin air between their lips like a spider’s web. Liar, Louis wants to laugh. Oh, Lestat will always be running for as long as his undead heart thuds it’s brilliant iamb through the night. Born to run, as that great American songwriter had once proclaimed. And Louis will always be there, won’t he? Stumbling two steps behind and reaching out with daft hands, trudging through the darkness just to chase that golden hair and those blue eyes, for which he’d traded the sun, and the sky, and all the brilliant colors of the horizon. Ah, and there it is now— that smile that reaches all the way to his eyes, melts away the monstrous pallor until all that's left is that bright young man full of love, and life, and hunger. Even the gentle grasp of his fingers around Louis’ elbow feels so full of eager innocence, Louis feels as though he might weep.

But the aching stiffness of the death sleep is close, like tendrils of ivy creeping up through his bones. He wonders for one brief moment if it calls to Lestat in the same way, or does the ancient blood afford him some reprieve? Would it be foolish of him, to imagine what it might be like to share the dark confides of his coffin with his maker once more? If the slumber takes him now in Lestat's arms, would he carry him through the night as he did across the waters to London, or would be simply deliver Louis to his chamber like sleeping beauty?

With baited breath, Louis takes his hands regardless.

"Not too far," he warns. "Keep me close this time."

[sangcreole]

Antoine and you, who would top? Nicolas and you?

"You have me mistaken, I'm afraid."

[sangcreole]

// I need y’all to know. Louis DOES have box seats for the Knicks, he HAS lost hundreds of dollars to Daniel on fanduel, and he DOES constantly get into trouble for eating rival fans.

[lioncoeurts]

Do you ever get frustrated with how slowly Louis moves through life?

"There are other ways in which Louis can frustrate me like no other. I wouldn't count that as being one of them."

[sangcreole]

"...interesting."

[lioncoeurts]

"You left that awful motheaten horror you call a robe on the bed again. It's an affront to the senses."

[sangcreole]

“And here I thought you appreciated such mementos during my time away. I shudder to think what you did to my sweater last time I was in New York…”

[sangcreole]

Do you ever get tired of Lestat?

"No." He smiles. "I've...how do you say it? Built up a tolerance for him."

[sangcreole]

What annoys the shit out of you?

He cannot help the bark of laughter that leaps from his chest.

“Oh, many things. It annoys me when people listen to videos on their phones in public. It annoys me when Lestat insists on sitting in bed while painting his nails. It annoys me when Armand neglects to inform me of his construction projects on the east wing.”

[lioncoeurts]

Do you ever get frustrated with how slowly Louis moves through life?

"There are other ways in which Louis can frustrate me like no other. I wouldn't count that as being one of them."

[sangcreole]

"...interesting."

[sangcreole]

Are there any living fledglings that you're close with?

“Fledglings of whom? Lestat?”

“Of that ilk, I would consider myself close with David. And perhaps closer to Gabrielle than others who have tried.”

[devilsfool]

"You're closer to Gabrielle than anyone else. She's had conversations with you."

[sangcreole]

“We do share a common interest, though I would have appreciated meeting her under different circumstances.”

[devilsfool]

"To be frank, I'm not sure that there are different circumstances under which to meet Gabrielle. It's either an emergency or she's in the wind."

[sangcreole]

“Is that why you keep getting yourself into trouble?”

[sangcreole]

Are there any living fledglings that you're close with?

“Fledglings of whom? Lestat?”

“Of that ilk, I would consider myself close with David. And perhaps closer to Gabrielle than others who have tried.”

[devilsfool]

"You're closer to Gabrielle than anyone else. She's had conversations with you."

[sangcreole]

“We do share a common interest, though I would have appreciated meeting her under different circumstances.”

[sangcreole]

Are there any living fledglings that you're close with?

“Fledglings of whom? Lestat?”

“Of that ilk, I would consider myself close with David. And perhaps closer to Gabrielle than others who have tried.”

[promptsareus-blog1]

CALLING ALL CURIOUS ANONS!

Send me a question you have always wanted to know about my muse.

[muirin007]

I’m digging through a massive pile of unfinished art while I’m unpacking and I found this sketch I did a while back of Gabrielle and Louis. I feel like they’d get on really well–and bond about their love for (and frustration with) Lestat.

[devilsfool]

What advice would you give to someone wanting to date Louis?

Prepare to be humbled.

[sangcreole]

Well now.

[devilsfool]

Yes?

[sangcreole]

Do you consider yourself humble now?

[devilsfool]

What advice would you give to someone wanting to date Louis?

Prepare to be humbled.

[sangcreole]

Well now.