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we saw you from across the bar and thought you were really off. and awkward. and that you have that "you think you're better than me" chip on you.

a-lesbianshadowinthenight

what if your situationship asked you to be his lawyer because a rockstar trashed his tacky hotel and requested to meet him but he lied and set the meeting up himself because the rockstar is his ex that he wrote a book about insulting him page after page after page and he wanted to ragebait him into talking to him and get yelled at in french

corporaloretsev

The Vampire Lestat 3.06 Montreal 3.07 The Failures

420technoblazeit

louis' narration: it was dusk. the smell of petrichor still lingered in the air, greeting me as i woke and pondered my new existence as a vampire, a creature of the night. as the sun set and gave way to new darkness, so too had something awakened in me, a bloodlust that could not be sated. was i now man or monster? or something in between, a perversion of even the natural order in which all other beings reside?

lestat's narration: yeah so i drained someone at my concert and almost overdosed on LSD and MDMA but that's just another tuesday amirite? so i fucked her in the elevator and killed a bunch of vampires with daniel (ugh, i hate him though what a loser 🙄) i wish louis still loved me

sillystigmata

brian-kinney-apologist

this was a regular evening in nola at the loustat's household and that's why louis was bored AS FUCK all the time after experiencing this circus clown theatre kid drag queen rockstar extravaganza during his formative years as a vampire

itsstede

This is my last brain cell for these past weeks

reputayswift

love the journey he goes on here

lioncourtz

Me, him. Then.

gaypeople

I hated sleeping without you.

therozanov

Even now, still thinking about him.

lioncourtz

Lover Boy Louis

THE VAMPIRE LESTAT 03.06 | "Montreal"

gruntsandpoetry

Here is the season. Here is the arc:

Berating himself via Gabriella in his head (because of course it would be her), telling himself what he felt with Louis wasn't love. It never was, not after the book. He was only pretending it was. He sees a flash of Mardi Gras just after, immediately followed by the final words they exchanged on the bench playing back to him in reverse...

Mardi Gras, where he was hoping the love they'd fallen back into was real and Louis wouldn't go through with it. But then Louis slit his throat anyway. And then the night on the bench in Montreal when he lost his head because he was so blinded by that same love he couldn't see what was coming. Could be. Hands touch. And it couldn't have been real either time, right? Because Louis has never said it, never uttered the words out loud. Only...

On the brink of death, the truth, pushing past all the self-loathing and self-doubt. He is loved by Louis. And whether these words are truly coming from Paul's ghost or Lestat's imagining of him, the full circle moment is all the same...

He is loved. Even Paul would be able to see it. And now is the time for their new beginning, picking up right where they left off on that bench, imagining their future together. In love. So so so in love...