#louis rp

[bothbeautyandbeast]

Louis, you’re so beautiful .

Even like this, still beautiful? How about now?

[bothbeautyandbeast]

You are such a liar du lac, Can't fly my ASS! When were you gonna tell me that you have a flying gift huh? You are basically my step maker if we look at how much you cared that I was turned. Armand tells me it comes with age, but do you I can trust that gremlin after what happened?! I need atleast a century. so YOU are gonna teach me to soar in the air like a fairy.

Daniel, I have read this message three times and each time it has somehow become less coherent. You've been a vampire for what feels like twelve minutes and you're already demanding upgrades? Things come when they come, have some patience. Besides, the thought of you airborne has made me unexpectedly grateful for these developmental milestones. I cannot teach you what only comes with time, so please don't let me catch you trying to jump off a building because Armand told you to "believe in yourself". I will not be there to break your fall.

[bothbeautyandbeast]

Dearest Louis,

Do you like to feed off of blood donors in person? Or do you still simply drink animal blood?

Animal blood still has it's place, as old habits linger and there are nights when it is sufficient. It is convenient, and allows me certain comforts of conscience. And yes, there are those donors who offer willingly, fully informed of what they are giving and handsomely compensated. Though if you're asking whether that has cured me of the need to hunt, the answer is no. We are creatures of preternatural appetite, and there are certain hungers that a refrigerated bag can never satisfy.

[bothbeautyandbeast]

Lou! Hey man! Listen its kind of rude to ignore a friend in need ya know? How come you're not returning my calls? Still pissed about the book? Cant stay mad at me for centuries!

Anyway! I got a bone to pick with you du lac. You see, I agreed to this documentary with lestat in hopes of getting something juicy, finding the truth that you couldnt provide, fuck twinks and drink blood until I'm full as a tic, but Because of YOUR absence he's getting high off his ass, getting his ass beat by fuckers that call themselves the "fang gang" and whoring himself out! Get your ass to the tour bus and start answering my calls.

First of all, I did answer your calls. Seventeen of them. I also noted that you left forty-three voicemails and six drunk audio essays. You joined him on a tour bus, Daniel. Voluntarily. At your age. That's between you and God.

As for the "truth I couldn't provide," I lived through decades of his nonsense. You wanted a deeper mystery. The mystery is why any of us keep letting him into the house. What exactly were you expecting to find? Hidden depths? Emotional maturity? A stable hobby?

Don't call me again tonight. I refuse to get involved. Which means I'll see you tomorrow.

[bothbeautyandbeast]

Good afternoon, Louis!

Do you like the scent of human food/drink, if you do, do you have a favourite? Is there a scent you also like that's not food/drink?

Also, how often do you read books, how many do you think you've read? How many can you read in a month do you reckon?

Good afternoon, ma chérie.

I do still enjoy the scent of human food, though I rarely find myself longing for it. Fresh coffee is probably my favorite. There is something comforting about it, even now. Beignets remind me of home.

As for scents that aren’t food… old pages, rain on warm pavement, magnolia trees that have just come into bloom, clean linen, candle wax, and the air just before a storm.

And books? Constantly. I read the way some people breathe. I couldn’t begin to guess how many I’ve read over the years. Thousands, certainly. Tens of thousands, perhaps.

As for how many I can read in a month, that depends entirely on whether Lestat is behaving himself. If he is, maybe a dozen. If he isn’t, considerably fewer.

[bothbeautyandbeast]

Louis,

Louis,

Louis,

I took the drugs and the drugs are working.

The MDMA or the Pepto Bismol?

[bothbeautyandbeast]

Good evening, Louis!

When did you realise that you were madly in love with Lestat? Where were you at that very moment, the moment where you wanted him to be yours?

Good evening, ma chérie. The first time I met him, I wanted him. Immediately. Which was… inconvenient, given how deeply insufferable he was and how much I also wanted to stab him. That feeling hasn't changed much. He spoke like he had never been refused anything in his life. I remember thinking I should be the first. @leliorisen

[bothbeautyandbeast]

were you at the concert tonight, louis?? say you were!😍

Of course. I heard the singer was handsome, how could I resist?