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she looked at me, at the end…

like a child… looks to her… father…

…

They do the same thing for Daniel in 2x5—"a little dirty, but enterprising" and "a splinter of coldness in you" and "bartering with desire" (is that what makes you fascinating) and "an eager black hole." Daniel is Hungry. For information and truth and story, for understanding. He's ravenous. He's an addict. He's a vampire like Armand is—he gets in people's heads.

I cannot WAIT! for how they'll play mortal Lestat along the same formula, because it's so plainly and beautifully alluded to in the book. Lestat, by sheer force of will and this like, ANIMAL survival instinct, cheats death. He lives in places where other men die. He fights Magnus and comes at him with blunt human nails and teeth, snarling like a beast to get away. His dogs die fighting a pack of wolves, and he's left sitting in the cold, in the snow in the mountains, only warm because he's covered in blood.

They come out after he leans towards Lestat's neck and then stops himself. Like Louis wanted to drink his blood so bad. He wanted that damn cookie so fucking bad. And he was trying so hard to restrain himself.

Even when they were making out passionately, his hands were still gentle. They were never rough. They were just tenderly holding.

Bonus: him rubbing Lestat's cheek with his thumb

Dreamstat is demanding that Louis kill him again and he's grabbing him and being a little rough, but even when Dreamstat is pulling on him, Louis can't bring himself to be rough back. He didn't push Dreamstat. He didn't grab him roughly. His touch was still gentle. Still tender. Still loving.