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#STDULAC : independent and private roleplay account for louis de pointe du lac from interview with the vampire . mostly amc show and headcanon based . nsfw + triggering content may be present within this blog , please read info provided before following and / or interacting . mobile friendly rules under the cut .
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all the words that you say / on and on, isn't it obvious? / one actor in the play / anyway, so obvious / speak louder than me , i know you will speak louder than me / flowers grow quietly / on and on and --- / forces in everything / i can't see / speak louder than me / i know they will
ldpdl: i love men with snatched waists and beautiful hair i love them i wanna kiss them and marry them and build a home with them and do little domestic things hee hee haha ldpdl 0.5 seconds later: ...therefore they deserve to die
@stdulac, continued from here.
his blazer hangs casually folded over one arm, as he stands leaned against the wooden door frame. an invisible line keeps him from stepping inside. lestat had high hopes that by now louis would have jumped at the chance at berating him, but he is unresponsive. clear blues bore into him as he studies the back of his head, his shoulders, waiting for something to move. lestat becomes piqued, realising that nothing will. then he punctures the awful silence between them himself.
it is a miracle that it elicits a response at all; he half-expected to be shut out in the cold of his indifference for another eternity. lestat drops his jacket on the floor and walks slowly towards him as soon as he speaks. “i do,” he answers him, low and simple. do you? by now he knows it is better not to ask. blond brows knit together to form a frown. the hint of something in his voice feels as though he is tossing him a bone and lestat leaps for the attention. “who?” he asks when he stands nearer him, his eyes gliding down his person, stopping at the arms keeping the robe tugged in tight. does he think that is enough to hold in whatever it is he feels. lestat can’t tell if it love or hatred, jealousy or pity.
the one side of his mouth raises as he holds back a more poignant, mocking laugh. for now he plays the careful game. “you found that to be loving, did you?” somethingwhich lestat can’t begin to fathom, “your understanding of loving must be nothing like mine.” lestat shakes his head and reaches out to touch the hand holding the robe, fingers dancing carefully across the back of it, “i missed you.”
it caused his jaw to clench, hearing lestat inquire about who exactly louis was talking about. as if he hadn't been fooling around with antoinette just a few weeks back --- did he think him stupid? or was sexuality to be practiced like a sport? louis couldn't detach himself as efficiently as the man before him. he remembered the mocking laughter which had echoed against the walls of his neighbourhood when he had spoken to lestat for the first time about his affair. in insight, he should have said what crossed his mind back then: you'd be enough, always, for a million years and over ... but the moment had come and went. and louis feared what kind of power would be handed to lestat if he were to confess just how deeply enthralled he was with him.
a half-smile tainted his pink lips and louis wished he could wipe it off his face. "yeah, it mustn't." he agreed with a furrow of his brow. louis glanced down at his hand then. watched pale fingers feathering over his skin. only then did he notice just how tight his grip on his robe had become. louis let go a little bit --- but he did not surrender to the affectionate declaration which had been offered to him. something sweet and tender ... a white flag after one of the most tumultuous seasons of their relationship. louis felt his shoulders relaxing. suddenly his teeth didn't feel like tearing anymore.
still, when he looked back into his paramour's eyes, there was a deadpan quality to his green stare. "i don't want her comin' 'round here anymore." said louis, firmly. "not in our home." it took everything in him to keep from reaching out to lestat. "you got that?"
YOUR MUSE . . . IN BATTLE. bold what applies, italicize sometimes. repost, don't reblog.
fights honorably / fights dirty
prefers close - quarters / prefers ranged combat
chats during / goes silent
low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance
attacks in bursts / attacks steadily
goes for the kill / aims to disarm / fights defensively / strikes first is provoked easily / provokes their opponent / teases gets visibly frustrated / shouts while attacking
uses strategy / focuses on the battle / experiences conflicting thoughts during battle
rushes in recklessly / tries to read their opponent before engaging fights wildly / fights calmly / fights apathetically / fights with anger / fights with excitement
fights because they have to / fights because they want to
fights without regard to wounds / runs away when wounded / hides wounds / takes a blow to protect another
prefers a blade / prefers a gun / prefers hand to hand combat / prefers a bow / prefers a shield / prefers a personalized weapon / prefers magic or spells
their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional
transforms for battle / fights as they appear / relies on strength / doubts their strength / relies on speed
uses everything they have / proceeds with caution / hides their full potential
exhausts quickly / has high stamina
behaves arrogantly / brags after landing a hit / belittles their abilities
uses psychological tactics / uses brute strength
avoids civilians / strikes down civilians
damages surroundings / avoids damaging surroundings
signature fighting style / makes it up as they go
mastered skill - set / learning their skill - set
fancy footwork / sloppy footwork
messy fighter / elegant fighter
accepts defeat / refuses defeat / begs for mercy
compliments their opponent / insults their opponent
uses unnecessary movements / moves efficiently / barely moves
prefers to dodge / prefers to block
defends their blindside / has no blindside / leaves blindsides vulnerable
uses all available advantages / strictly uses one main method
plays around / holds back / fights ruthlessly / shows mercy
waits for an opponent to be ready / strikes when opponent isn’t ready
fears death / fears pain / fears killing / a secret fourth thing
has ptsd / avoids fighting
has lost a fight / has won a fight
has killed / refuses to kill
wants to die standing / would succumb slowly
tagged by : @lamourstre *makes kissy noises* tagging : @stlispenard: @stlestat , @devilmass , @ohsunshine (danny boy), @allmonster (olrox), please...anyone who sees this do it, i'm genuinely awful at tagging people.
INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE - 1.01 | 2.01
"Do you even like jazz, or was that for my benefit?"
that caused louis to chuckle.
smoke rose from smiling lips, joining the grey cloud looming over the small parisian café's patrons' heads. a jazz band of five people managed to cramp itself onto the tiny stage on the far off left corner. louis liked the sound --- it felt familiar and yet completely new. the war had tired the bones of europe but the music was its' soul; there was still joy there, under the pianist's fingertips. though perhaps armand had begun to doubt the intentions of louis' invitation to see a live jazz band when the american sat right next to him and rested an arm over the back of his seat.
and, yes, perhaps he was sitting closer to the maître than he needed to and, yes, perhaps he had held armand's stare for a second too long a couple of times already ... but he did not want the other man to think him a charlatan. "hey, i enjoy your company but i'm not 'bout to play pretend just to appease you." louis said with an arched eyebrow while eyeing armand up and down, feigning outrage.
green eyes reluctantly pulled away from the man sitting beside him, focusing instead on the musicians on stage and their shiny sweat covered foreheads. "i love jazz." louis declared with a fond smile which slowly faded as the pianist tilted his head back to reveal long locks of pretty blond hair that had not been there before. louis swallowed dryly. "...always have." all joy had been drained out of him.
38. our muses are exes who discover lingering feelings after reuniting / @stdulac
It should be no surprise to Armand that, when he sees Louis again for the first time since... well, everything, it's with a melancholy spike of fondness that he doesn't bother to try and hide. He's missed Louis. He's missed having someone to give shape and purpose to his days and night, but he's missed Louis.
Armand is drawn to him, just as he was that first night he set eyes on him in the park in Paris. He thinks, now, that it is impossible not to be drawn to him, and he does not try to resist the magnetism. It would be a futile effort anyway. Louis is the sun, orbited by anyone and everyone that comes close to him.
"Louis," he begins, soft and fond and awed. He'd thought he'd never be granted the opportunity to share space with him again, and yet here they are, in the same room, and Louis had not fled or lashed out. Armand blinks, big eyes vibrant and wide, and looks away. There is so much he wants to say, but none of it would be adequate.
Instead, he settles for reaching out to him, and stopping just before his fingertips can brush his knuckles. "I've missed you," he hears himself say, withdrawing without touching Louis. "I am... happy to see you again." Tentatively, more offering than demand, he opens his mind to Louis, unstacking a few bricks to allow him a glimpse beyond the impenetrable wall: fondness spills out tinged with wariness, uncertainty, and an undercurrent of pure joyful gratitude to be allowed to see him again.
lines of black and white photographs decorated the gallery's walls. louis watched them with a slight furrow to his brow, a mix of admiration and envy plagued his expression. mumbai's streets emerge from in between high contrast shadows. architecture and people in small A3 formats became immortal within the dark mahogany frames. there was one picture in particular which caused louis to stop in his tracks. a row of boys with cricket rackets smile widely at the picture with their backs pressed against a white wall. a tree's shade paints leaf shapes across their faces and clothes as they stand proud, showing off their sport's gear. all except for one. a scrawny looking boy stares off to the side. he is wide-eyed and rests a casted arm against his heart. the picture does not show what the child is gazing at so intently --- but there is a detachment there. a melancholy not meant for such a young age. louis was reminded of another work of art he had seen a lifetime ago, in a different continent, when he still dreamed of having someone by his side.
he felt him then. his presence took hold of his nervous system. and before his name was ever uttered, louis was already facing the other vampire. "armand." his warm stare brought memories of a life shared. when his hand came closer to his, louis felt one finger instinctively twitch towards the source of warmth. and after so many empty nights in the home they had built together, armand burned brighter than any flame.
despite the anger bubbling beneath the surface, there was still nostalgia for the time they had spent together --- it had been love, right? they had loved each other? or versions of each other? at the same time? --- these questions were too humiliating to ask. even when the vampire before him offered such inviting thoughts to latch on to. despite it all, louis did not move nor smile. he simply eyed armand with the same conflicting emotions the exhibit awoke in him.
"thought you'd have left dubai by now."
need honest opinions from my mutuals who i admire so much and who i am keen to impress: i have a new multimuse blog. if you were me...would you move louis to the multimuse family or would you keep him in a separate blog like the star he is?
"I’m despicable, but I love you." @stlestat
he did not know why his hands felt the need to tighten the knot of his robe ( lestat's robe , to be more precise , louis still could not find the strength to stay away from his maker's shadow ). perhaps louis thought the thin layer of fabric could shield him from the vampire lestat's earnestness. but oh, he was despicable ; the manner in which lestat was so quick to laugh at his concerns regarding antoinette wounded louis so deeply he wondered if they were living in completely different plains of existence. but something worse than contempt brewed in depths of his being.
in some hidden part of his damned soul, louis enjoyed hearing such declarations. he marvelled at the thought of lestat, perfect in all angles, under bright and dim lights, handsome in joy and misery, passionate in both hatred and love, being bound to him as helplessly as louis was bound to the blond beauty. he was despicable ... but louis loved him back all the same.
through the good, the bad and the absolute worst.
a small sigh brushed past his lips before he turned away from the dresser to face lestat. his pale blue stare waited in the dark. it pierced right through louis' heart. he considered surrendering to his companion right there and then. "you do, huh?" was what he said instead. brown hands smugly sunk into the robe's pockets. " 'cause earlier it sounded like you were lovin' givin' your lil' flat assed friend a tour of the parlour." louis hadn't meant to sound as petty or jealous as he did.
i plan on being more present here during the next month. i miss messy vampire things with you gaiz.
i was today's years old when i realised luke brandon field was in jojo rabbit.
JACOB ANDERSON as Louis de Pointe du Lac
LOUIS WILL NOT LIKE LESTAT'S ANSWER. lestat doesn't like his own answer. hates the way it draws blood up to his throat like he might vomit it out like acid. so he swallows the real answer ------- of course i was envious of her &* your love for her ; i never wanted her ; i made her so you would not leave me ; you promised you wouldn't leave me &* she stole you away. thanks the non existent gods that louis cannot see into his thoughts. decides to avert blue eyes &* grasp for something that will not drive louis out of this hotel.
❛ i grew to love her. ❜ truth. he had no attachment at first -- she was a headache , but she was new &* sparkly &* he liked how happy she made louis. he picks absently at his nails , a frown pulling at his lips. ❛ it was never her fault ... my distance. i knew -------- i knew she would die eventually. the great laws ... or by her own hand. ❜ he swallows again , clears his throat. ❛ i never had parents to model after. my mother showed her love by showing me nothing at all. kept her distance. showed no joy or pain. my father beat me within an inch of my life. ❜ he knows the past does not reshape the future , but it gives a view into his life that he does not share with others.
❛ i knew she would bring pain to whomever she went near just with her simple act of creation. my concern was minimizing your pain in the end. i clearly did a great job of it. ❜ a sad laugh , those blood red tears once more stinging his eyes. ❛ she didn't deserve my jealousy. my vitriol. she could not help her creation. the ... circumstances behind it. ❜
i'll do anything. be anything. i'll stay ! i'll never leave , ever again. i promise. please , please , please. i'll stay.
it filled him with a distant reminder of warmth hearing lestat admitting to the love louis knew to have been there for claudia. but the more he spoke the more the blades of guilt sunk into his cold dead heart. lestat had known all of the pain their daughter's existence would bring upon herself and others and, still, snatched her from the comfort of death to appease him.
rain pitter pattered against the window of his room as lestat spoke of his parents. louis remembered the complex oddities of his paramour's relationship with his mother and the horrors met under his father's hand ... it had made him wish to rip through time and space when he had first learned of lestat's unfortunate upbringing. oh, if he could have shielded a younger softer lestat from the world, if he could have broken the wrists of those who had raised their hands at him --- if he could have been the one to kill magnus before he ever laid his eyes upon lestat ... he'd have spared his ex-lover from such great tragedies. he'd also have denied himself his biggest joy ... but still, it would have been worth it. he'd finally have been able to save someone he loved.
"you didn't know shit." the words stumbled out of his mouth with a scoff. he was attempting to dodge melancholy in his own asinine way. many fights of theirs had started due to these stubborn remnants of a life of masks and playing pretend.
louis shook his head. he appeared to be annoyed. "don't talk about her like she was doomed from the start, we weren't." he bit the inside of his cheek, suddenly ashamed of the selfish slip of his tongue. " --- she wasn't." had this been the torturous wheel he had forced claudia into? one which spun around and around because he and lestat were constantly chasing each other?
god, he really had doomed her hadn't he? the sight of red staining pretty pale eyes caused louis to flutter his own lashes, trying to swallow a cry which has snuck up his throat. "don't." he had to look away from his maker. focus on the darkness outside his window. better to face the emptiness than the guilt ridden visage of the one he had loved the most in his whole existence.
The Talented Mr. Ripley Sentence Starters
feel free to change the pronouns
"If I could just go back. If I could rub everything out… starting with myself."
"To my ear, jazz is just noise. Just an insolent noise."
"I can tell you, the _______ name opens a lot of doors."
"I have so much luggage, and you’re so, um, streamlined. It’s, you know, humiliating."
"We’re partners in disguise."
"Hello. Uh, well, I knew you…so I suppose you must have known me."
"I’ve been looking all over for you. Where’ve you been hiding?"
"Did you suddenly forget where I lived?"
"I’m despicable, but I love you."
"Everybody should have one talent. What’s yours?"
"Nobody should have more than one talent."
"It’s too much! You’re making all the hairs on my neck stand up."
"I’m never going back."
"To actually hire somebody to come all the way here to drag me back home– Got to be a little insane, hasn’t he?"
"Call him, if you can find a telephone that works, and tell him wild horses wouldn’t drag me back to him."
"Boats are female. Everyone knows you can’t call a boat after a man."
"I can’t write and I can’t spell. It’s the privilege of a first-class education."
"Now that you’re a double agent and we’re gonna string my dad along, what if we were to buy a car with your expense money?"
"You’re breaking my ribs!"
"I love the fact that you brought Shakespeare with you but no clothes."
"Anyway, just wear some of my stuff. Wear anything you want. Most of it’s ancient."
"Without the glasses, you’re not even ugly. I don’t need them because I never read."
"It means we’ve never shared a bath, and I’m cold. Can I get in?"
"Stop telling me what an incredible time you’re having."
"He wants me to reassure him that you’re going to be home by Thanksgiving."
"You’ve got to get a new jacket. Really. You must be sick of wearing the same clothes."
"I love how responsible you are. My dad should make you chief accountant or something. Or when I take over, which is never, I will."
"Oh, God, don’t you want to fuck every woman you see just once?"
"Would you get undressed in your own room?"
"I was just fooling around. Don’t say anything. I was just fooling around."
"You, uh, stay at _______’s house, you eat _______’s food, you wear his clothes, and his father picks up the tab."
"The thing with _______ ... It’s like the sun shines on you, and it’s glorious. And then he forgets you and it’s very, very cold."
"When you have his attention, you feel like you’re the only person in the world. That’s why everybody loves him."
"How can it take an hour to find an ambulance?!"
"I don’t know why people say this country is civilized. It isn’t. It’s fucking primitive!"
"You don’t have to clean up! Really!"
"You’ve been so good to me. You’re the brother I never had. I’m the brother you never had. I would do anything for you."
"She came to me for help. She needed money. I didn’t help her."
"I’m not going to say anything, to the police or anybody. It’s a secret between us, and I’ll keep it."
"You could hardly expect this to go on forever."
"You said it yourself. It’s my dad’s money you’re spending."
"I’m suddenly quite happy to be going back."
"Do you even like jazz, or was that for my benefit?"
"I’ve gotten to like everything about the way you live. It’s one big love affair."
"I figured-Now, just for argument’s sake, say I got a place. Or say we split the rent on a house."
"Yesterday, you’re ogling girls on the terrace. Today you’re getting married?! That’s absurd!"
"You love me. You’re not marrying me."
"I don’t love you."
"To be honest, I’m a little relieved you’re going. I think we’ve seen enough of each other for a while."
"You can be a leech! You know that! And it’s boring. You can be quite boring!"
"The funny thing is, I’m not pretending to be somebody else, and you are. I’ve been absolutely honest with you about my feelings, But you-"
"First of all, I know there’s something. That evening, when we played chess, for instance, it was obvious."
"Oh, sure. No, no! It’s too dangerous for you to take on. Oh, no, no. We’re brothers! "
"You follow your cock around like a-And now you’re getting married! No, I’m bewildered. Forgive me."
"Who are you? Some third-class mooch? Who are you? Who are you to say anything to me! Who are you to tell me anything!"
"Actually, I really, really do not want to be on this boat with you. I can’t move without you moving."
"I’m gonna kill you! Kill you! You’re dead!"
"There’s a side to him when our heads are on the pillow, I know no one else sees, that’s so tender."
"The truth is that if you’ve had money your entire life, either you despise it, or you’re only truly comfortable around other people who have it and despise it."
"I look at you and I see her face. And I can’t- No matter what I’m feeling towards you–"
"But will you meet me tomorrow? Just to say goodbye properly, you know, in the daylight, so it’s not just this. You should always save pain for daylight."
"Last time you didn’t know your ass from your elbow. Now you’re giving me directions. That’s not fair. You probably do know your ass from your elbow."
"I won’t count on you anymore. Whatever it is you’ve done or haven’t done, you’ve broken my heart. That’s one thing I know you’re guilty of."
"You’re much more like the son my father wanted."
"I realize you can change the people, change the scenery, but you can’t change your own rotten self."
"I’m haunted by everything I’ve done and can’t undo."
"I’m delighted, contrary to rumor, that you’re still in one piece."
"By the way, officially there are no Italian homosexuals. Makes Michelangelo and Leonardo very inconvenient."
"Well, whatever you do, however terrible, however hurtful, it all makes sense, doesn’t it, in your head. You never meet anybody who thinks they’re a bad person."
"Don’t you just take the past and put it in a room in the basement, and lock the door and never go in there? And then you meet someone special, and all you want to do is toss them the key. Say “Open up. Step inside.” But you can’t. Because it’s dark, and there are demons."
"I keep wanting to do that. Fling the door open. Just let the light in, clean everything out."
What a waste of lives and opportunities. I’d pay that fellow $ 100 right now to shut up!"
"You know, people always say that you can’t choose your parents, but you can’t choose your children."
"I loved you. You may as well know. I loved you. Maybe it’s grotesque of me to say this now, so just write it on a piece of paper or something, and put it in your wallet for a rainy day."
"When you see where you live from a distance, it’s like a dream, isn’t it?"
"You know, seeing you again, I–I’ve thought about you, so much."
"I’m gonna be stuck in the basement, aren’t I? That’s my... Terrible…and alone…and dark. And I’ve lied…about who I am…and where I am. Now no one will ever find me."
"I always thought it would be better to be a fake somebody, than a real nobody."
"You’re not a nobody. That’s the last thing you are."
the loud thud that thumps between them shatters the illusion if only for the briefest of moments, armand blinks. this was a nasty spat, unlike any armand has experienced in this coupling to date, and later, armand might look back at this argument bitterly ― as there was nothing but time anyhow, to press into every groove & line that was .. louis, and armand. perhaps, he was not being fair with his accusatory ( passing fancy. ) the vampire could taste the stab of .. pain, was it ? was it .. heady, something thicker & uncomfortable. A YOUNG BOY BEING SCOLDED, MUDDY SHOES.. sadness. inadequate. armand felt it wash him like a sudsy bath, as if he were living in that moment. that's all it took, before the barbs tangled.
and tangled, and tangled. eyes flitted from one side of the room to the next, unable to discern , how .. to answer. regret slides off from his face as the faraway sounds of paris carried with the breeze that sucked itself in that room. lights flared higher and higher before settling to an ashy smoke. no, he shouldn't have said that. he nears, taking a few, gradual steps around the affronted boot until he was standing next to the seat where louis had curled into. he had never seen him do this. PASSIN' FANCY ― he says ― S'THAT HOW YOU SEE ME ? something akin to a lump festered in the back of his throat, despite the burn that came with bloodied tears ― nothing came, as he forbade such emotion , dissect & cut it from the equation. armand was not .. good, and understanding the intentions, was not as well versed in romance.
not like him. his mind is shut. overwhelmed from the bubbling frustration that collided in the beginning, it was too much. not louis, but the flurry of emotion. it was not something armand had gotten used to, without turning the dial down. lowering to his knees, lithe fingers took time ( or distraction ) to adjust his pant leg, assuring nothing would restrict him from this position. they were not looking at eachother ― fine, perhaps armand had been wrong, okay. but, he was not unjust. perhaps, he won't say it now, but it clenches his jaw. despite the .. absurdity, armand reaches for the outside of his hands, fingertips over the knuckle. WILL HE RUN ? " I take it back, " he starts quietly, honeyed eyes rising to meet the green. " I felt undervalued at the theatre. I , was not expecting . . . your answer." then. " perhaps, my skull is too thick, at times. "
he feels his presence next to him. he was a polite shadow lingering within his peripheral field. THE MAÎTRE, lowered himself with a bend of his knees and louis remained as still as ever. he always had had a hard time surrendering, even to those he held closest to his heart. a lifetime ago, this stubbornness would have lead to a screaming match, broken furniture, disgusting cruel truths spat out onto the floorboards to fester and rot --- louis wasn't sure how to navigate through armand's soft tones and meaningful stares. was this how normal people loved ? was this was not being wretched looked like ?
armand reached out first. and louis had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep his brow furrowed and his jaw clenched. it would be embarrassing to fold the moment the other man brushed his fingers over his skin...wouldn't it? emerald eyes met honeyed ones and, against louis' wishes, his expression softened. armand was right to have been displeased with louis' avoidance. he just did not know how to comfort him. brown fingers twitched.
after a moment of shared silence, louis turned his hand so that its' palm was facing up, offering itself to be held by armand. "do you trust me?" louis asked as carefully as he could. while his paramour doubted whether his love was honest and true, the american could not help but wonder if the mere concept of trust had been overlooked ; their love affair had begun to be celebrated amongst both of them, perhaps they had forgotten to gift each other some faith.
emerald eyes shifted between auburn ones intently. "when i say i want you here with me, do you believe it?"
a series of cool shivers cascade along his spine as louis parts his lips and welcomes his fingers. whatever lestat expects louis provides tenfold. he tastes him, dotes on him with his red, hot mouth. lestat isn’t sure if he is asking him for it or letting him (he isn’t sure that it matters). either way, the blond is mesmerized by it, watching with bated breath and black, glossed-over eyes. fever ravages his body and he aches for more of him. all of him. but he won’t have it. “we’re not….. you can’t….”he repeats, dazedly, struggling to pull himself out of the web he is caught up in.
it stings under his ribs. the rejection is the same as it had been in london weeks ago, from which he barely recovered. it defies what little logic lestat possesses that louis will follow him to europe, pin him against a wall in a lousy nightclub, but he won’t come ‘home’ with him. “merde,” he says, catching his breath as louis takes a long look at him. lestat turns his face a little to one side, blue eyes directed away from his, “you are right. i am needy. i am desperate.” a brief, humorless chuckle passes his lips and the blond shakes his head. he thinks he should free himself and go back into the crowd people, but his limbs are heavy, reluctant to part with louis’.
he reluctantly withdraws his hand and with it he reaches for louis’ wrist and uses it haul him closer. it is a rougher touch than those that precede it. lestat keeps both their hands trapped between their chests, “if you want fuck me and leave, then get it over with,” the faint glimmer of hope has gone and with it his submissiveness, “get me out of your system.” in the end, he figures that it is what it comes down to. he understands (there is no one like louis to him either). but lestat doesn’t give him the chance to speak before he is letting go and pushing past him, shoulder brushing against shoulder. he only takes a few steps and then he undresses himself in a way that is fast and crude. “all yours,” he adds, as a final touch to his drama, arms making an awkward gesture down his body.
lestat is fighting falling apart completely.
the roughness of lestat's hold surprises louis. but the manner in which he is lost to the other's spell would have brought him down to his knees no matter how crudely he was handled --- he'd have gladly accepted any attempts at bruising or blood drawing were they in the name of proximity. but, alas, the blond continued his cruel tirade through the treacherous paths of reason. his exclamations caused heavily-lidded eyes to flutter back to an alertness not meant for such intimacies. louis goes from love drunk to outraged with exceptional ease. but before he can protest, he is left facing a wall. lestat untangled himself from his hold so smoothly, one would think louis' hold had been weak and loose --- he clenched his jaw.
"the fuck's wrong with you?"
is all he managed to drawl before turning around to find a now naked lestat. his rage hesitates in manifesting then. his pitch black stare is painfully aware of the frenchman's exposed body but does its' best not to travel through the lines of an anatomy he had once known so well. is it manipulation? is it resignation? is lust all which fuels the blond nowadays? louis cannot tell. a storm grows in the depths of his stomach which he cannot tame; he wants to fight lestat. wants to love lestat. to both hurt him and fall to his knees in quiet devotion.
louis who had been a master of his instincts until lestat sauntered back into his life ( beautiful and regal ) now found himself unable to gnaw himself free from the leash which chained his heart to his maker. but louis is stubborn; he will not surrender. not without a fight.
"did you not hear a word i said?" he spat out while pointing at his own ear. he dared stepping closer to the other man while purposely ignoring lestat's state of undress. "or has all the blood drained from that thick skull of yours down to your dick?" louis is glaring into his eyes. but the frustration boiling within him does not beckon him to hurt lestat. quite the opposite.
brown fingers dexterously wrapped around the other man's length. perhaps he would have been more sheepish with his approach, if he had not been blinded with anger, careful even. but while his thumb unabashedly brushed over the curve of lestat's tip, louis could not think of anything except of how to get lestat to be quiet. "this what you want?" his eyes flickered between equally dark ones. as if louis were expecting an honest reply while his fingers handle the other man with an unforgiving tightness.
