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#SANGUILT. INDEPENDENT,   MUTUAL   EXCLUSIVE   AND   SELECTIVE   BLOG   FOR   LOUIS   DE   POINTE   DU   LAC   FROM   AMC’s   INTERVIEW   WITH   THE   VAM.PIRE.  HEADCANON   AND   SHOW   BASED.  CST +3.   SHE/HER.   WRITTEN   BY   CALI. #

PROMO. CARRD .

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[justanotherrpmeme]

Send 💬  for me to make you a starter with a random line of dialogue from this generator.

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louis gonna ask akasha to leave her man alone.

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also let's not be surprised if i make madeleine next episode.

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gimme lestat finding louis in san francisco-

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@roseguided asked: i didn't ask that. / akasha

"there   is   no   other   reason   why   i'm   doing   this.   this   interview   is   for   myself."   perhaps   for   daniel   too.   perhaps,   something   that   lies   under   both   of   their   memories   and   neither   can   recall.   louis   is   aware   that   even   as   far   as   gloomy   vampires   go,   he   might   be   too   gloom,   claudia   would   say   it's   his   catholic   guilt   overshadowing   his   moments   when   he   allows   himself   to   truly   be   a   vampire.   "i   did   overstep   with   daniel.   .   .he   made   a   joke   and   i   did   not   handle   it   properly."  

it's   the   second   time   he   had   done   so   and   this   time   it   had   felt   cruel.   on   one   hand,   better,   like   lestat   would   tell   him,   the   man   would   be   proud   of   how   easy   he   pulled   that   struggling   memory   and   left   the   interviewer   in   tears.   the   other   part   of   himself,   the   louis   from   new   orleans   is   ashamed   he   did   that.   "i   don't   want   to   hurt   daniel.   he   is   important."

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“is there a panic room behind the stolen Rembrandt?” contender for the line of all time

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@journalsinblood asked: "The soldier that kills the other soldier first lives." - From Claudia

"We   are   not   soldiers."   He   makes   a   point   there   as   he   recalls   the   images   of   war   that   they   saw   through   Europe.   There   was   a   whole   world   out   there   regarding   vampires   now,   and   they   had   to   be   careful,   a   coven   was   not   something   either   of   them   had   experience   and   for   once,   he   feels   himself   pushing   the   thought   of   Lestat   away,   how   angry   he   felt,   how   guilty,   how   longing   he   looked   at   his   portrait   up   the   wall,   when   he   knew   all   along   there   was   another   coven   of   vampires   and   they   were   hidden   from   them.

  "We   are   here   to   belong,   right?   That's   what   you   wanted,   to   find   others   like   us,   to   have   a   home."   It   does   not   sit   well   with   him   though.   He   aches   for   New   Orleans   still,   the   bayou   in   his   blood   but   he   can   not   go   back,   at   least   for   a   few   more   decades,   he   would   have   to   make   Paris,   and   Claudia   his   home.   Always   for   her.

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𝓔ven   gone,   he   was   still   alive.   Haunting   even   the   most   ruinous   corners   of   his   lover’s   mind,   the   red   thread   knotting   them   together   for   eternity   ᵁᴺᴬᴮᴸᴱ   to   be   severed.   Despite   Louis’   best   efforts   to   wipe   his   hands   clean   of   their   torrid   affair,   he   hadn’t   tried   hard   enough.   There   was   a   deeply   rooted   satisfaction   that   pooled   in   his   gut   knowing   with   certainty   that   the   mere   thought   of   him   could   plague   the   other’s   thoughts   so   heavily.   That   he   had   sunk   his   claws   so   deeply   and   was   spared   because   of   it.   

Are   you   real   …   quite   the   question,   one   that   brought   a   smile   to   his   lips   as   he   leaned   in   close   …   𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒,   𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒,   𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑟.   Delicate   but   equally   as   deadly   fingers   traversing   the   length   of   Louis’   arm   to   rest   on   his   shoulder,   as   he’d   done   a   million   times   before.   A   simple   touch   cementing   the   fact   that   he   was   here.   He   was   real.   He   was   a   nightmare   brought   back   to   life,   and   he’d   be   damned   if   he   ever   let   Louis   break   free   of   his   grasp   again.   Fingers   coil   around   his   shoulder   ᵀᴵᴳᴴᵀᴱᴿ   as   he   finally   speaks.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Now,   why   would   I   do   that,   mon   cher?”   

Loaded   questions   from   a   loaded   gun   of   a   man,   ᴴᴬᴵᴿ   ᵀᴿᴵᴳᴳᴱᴿ   temper   kept   beneath   wraps   as   he   waited.   Waited   for   him   to   spiral,   unravel,   to   explain   …   did   Louis   believe   he   deserved   death   for   his   actions?   He   was   the   Judas   to   his   Jesus,   enacting   an   ultimate   betrayal   and   sealing   his   ᴰᴱᴬᵀᴴ   with   a   kiss,   but   with   every   hope   that   the   man   would   be   resurrected.   Lestat   had   had   all   the   time   in   the   world   to   reflect   and   simmer   in   his   own   rage,   configure   a   punishment   that   fit   the   crime.   While   a   fool   might   leap   towards   taking   an   eye   for   an   eye,   he   knew   better.   If   Louis   wanted   to   dispose   of   him,   he’d   retaliate   by   ensuring   that   he   couldn’t.   Not   now,   not   ever.   Ensnaring   him   by   the   bit   at   the   back   of   his   brain   that   still   yearned   for   Lestat,   for   his   love,   as   all   powerful   as   it   could   be.   That   was   the   ultimate   punishment.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ“T'ai-je   manqué?”

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Eyes   close   as   he   feels   the   closeness.   The   thread   of   life   and   death,   real   and   imagination   goes   untouched   by   him   and   sometimes   he   wants   it   to   be   real.   He   feels   him   so   real   in   that   moment,   fear   him,   want   him,   desire   him   as   he   always   did,   hate   him,   miss   him.   Holding   his   body   as   a   mockery   of   the   pieta   when   it   was   his   own   hand   that   had   drawn   the   last   of   Lestat's   breath.   But   he   is   there   now,   in   his   mind,   a   constant   reminder.   "Because   I   killed   you.   Because   I   left   you."   Did   he?  

Claudia   is   not   so   far   away   and   yet,   his   mind   is   on   the   man.   Real,   not   real,   his   attention   is   all   in   Lestat,   he   misses   the   heartbeat   beside   his   own,   that   beat   at   the   same   sound   when   they   were   in   the   same   room.   Eyes   close,   and   shaky   breathe   open   for   words   to   leave   him.  

"Oui,   je   m'as   manqué.   Trop."   Guilt   is   all   he   ever   felt,   he   had   felt   free   of   it   with   Lestat   but   at   one   point   that   guilt   returned   and   now   it   follows   him.   His   eyes   stare   at   the   sky   above,   the   stars   his   only   witness,   clear   skylights   eyes.   "It's   my   curse.   To   live   on   this   world,   and   miss   you."   To   live   and   continue   living   on,   watching   the   world   pass   him   by   and   wondering   when   Lestat   will   return   to   him   or   if   a   return   is   desired.

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His   time   in   Europe   only   makes   him   think   of   him.   Paris   specially   became   a   source   of   his   dreams.   He   had   thought   of   visit   it   with   him   one   day,   perhaps   using   his   luring   ways   to   get   him   to   stop   being   secretive   and   show   him   a   childhood   home   for   Lestat   had   bare   witness   to   the   falling   of   his   own.   The   death   of   Loius   de   Pointe   du   Lac   who   now   finds   himself   missing   him   more   than   ever.   Lestat   is   alive   though,   he   has   to.   He   is   not   sure   and   his   mind   often   plays   tricks   with   him,   showing   him   like   he   used   to   be   and   others   as   the   last   time   he   saw   him,   pale   and   eyes   blank   of   life.  

Other   times,   he   is   dressed   as   fine   as   ever,   piercing   eyes   that   saw   through   him   as   sharp   as   t   he   first   time   they   made   contact.   "Are   you   real?"   He   asks   to   the   figure   beside   him,   does   he   wish   for   him   to   real?   Does   he   wish   for   Lestat   to   find   him   and   end   his   life   for   what   was   done?   Or   perhaps   he   wishes   for   his   love   to   return   to   him   and   forgive   him   for   leaving   him   alive,   although   barely   but   with   a   chance.   Green   eyes   look   over   and   he   looks   so   alive   then,   that   perhaps   he   is   looking   at   a   memory.   But   Lestat   never   wore   the   same   outfit   twice,   this   one   was   new.   "Are   you   going   to   kill   me?" @lechroniques

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"It   wasn't   only   my   idea   that   he   came   here.   You   agreed   to   it."   He   wonders   why   at   times,   why   had   Armand   agreed   to   it,   although   with   conditions,   for   Daniel   to   come   to   Dubai   for   the   interview.   Like   Morgan   at   his   little   time   in   Europe,   Daniel   had   been,   while   a   fumbling   young   boy,   sometimes   digging   a   path   to   the   right   questions.   Age   and   perhaps   the   looming   doom   of   one's   demise   with   his   illness,   had   made   him   sharper,   and   tired   and   cutting   through   some   of   Louis   own   delusions.   He   had   been   offended   the   first   time   the   other   had   raised   a   wit   back   to   him   but   now   it   felt   like   it   was   simply,   a   way   a   mortal   like   him   defends   himself.

  "And   now   you   will   be   on   it.   You   think   it   gives   us   more   control   over   the   interview   but   he   is   no   longer   a   fumbling   boy.   He   is   not   afraid   of   us."   Afraid   of   death   perhaps,   afraid   of   dying   on   a   strange   land,   but   of   him?   He   doesn't   think   so.   Perhaps   Armand   is   the   strange   new   thing   that   he   might   fear,   if   only   because   he   hasn't   seen   what   makes   the   other   tick,   or   remembers   their   story.   "It's   our   home   but   in   the   interview,   we   are   at   his   mercy,   we   made   an   agreement.   And   I   will   let   him   conduct   it   as   he   pleases.   So   please,   forgive   his   comments   and   probing." @mortange

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He   does   not   wish   to   miss   the   shadow   that   looms   over   him.   The   road   to   Europe   had   been   full   of   friction   between   him   and   Claudia   and   at   last,   it   seem   that   Paris   was   gonna   give   them   a   new   chance   to   rebuild   their   broken   pact,   and   yet,   perhaps   the   city   is   a   mistake   as   it   bears   all   reminders   of   the   man   who   was   his   lover,   maker,   mentor   and   more.   As   french   it   would   get   and   his   mind   thinks   how   Lestat   would   fit   so   easily   in   the   parisian   crowd.   How   without   needing   to   stand   out,   Lestat   would   drive   attention   as   he   often   does.   "I   told   you   not   to   come   here."   he   speaks   to   his   mind,   that   congures   the   image   of   a   dead   man   before   him   and   yet   his   eyes   soften   with   guilt   at   the   sight   of   a   neck.  

There   is   no   longer   blood   but   Louis   remembers   being   so   much   of   it,   still   the   smell   of   it   lingering   in   his   hands.   "You   never   told   me   of   Paris.   You   barely   spoke   of   your   time   here."   Of   France,   what   he   knows   had   been   enough   for   him   to   know   him   then   and   want   him.   What   he   told   Paul   about   being   raised   with   brothers   and   an   overbearing   father,   the   pressures   of   it,   and   his   ire   with   God   had   been   real,   so   raw,   he   felt   it   in   his   bones   now.   Was  she   worth   it?   The   ghost   whispers   and   he   doesn't   answer   this   time.   "I   imagined   it   to   be   more.   .   .you,   I   suppose." @sangore

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anyone knows where to find caps of the new season.

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hello y'all, i promised some people starters so imma do that here and on daniel.

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both daniel and louis are gonna be doing starters tomorrow and i'm excited hell yeah.

[reconciliatio]

ɪ'ᴍ ᴀɴ ᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴀɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɪᴛ. ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ. ꜱᴏ ʟᴇᴛ'ꜱ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ.

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 “ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴍᴇ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ, ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ, ɪ ʟᴀɪᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴏꜰ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ.”