it is clearly voiced as a demand and not a request, this much      is clear. it is not an uncommon occurrence to be suddenly faced      with the neediness of lestat - for he has absolutely no hang ups      about interrupting whatever task or activity louis might have been      undergoing for his own needs.

     today, luckily, louis had actually been becoming quite weary himself,      so the unanticipated arrival of the other male in such close proximity      is not as unwelcome as it could be.

     there is a short pause, after which a single finger ever so gently traces     the line of lestat’s jaw, a soft h u m emitting before he speaks.

I have a ton of favourite scenes! we all know that I like to rant and write paragraphs about the movie, so to avoid myself getting all overexcited I’ll choose one of the simpler scenes and not one of the emotional ones…

I love that scene where louis and lestat are sitting at the table at louis house early in the movie. it starts out with lestat throwing a grape at louis - honestly the best thing ever. it’s stupid but the teeny tiny little smirk that louis gives him after that makes me want to cry a lil. they’re already so coupley it’s disgusting.

then they have a small conversation where louis asks something like “you came from paris?” it’s like. he’s interested in lestat. he wants to know about lestat. he likes paris and he likes that lestat is from paris. 

of course, they go on to argue for a second, but I like that part too. it’s the first time we truly see lestat get emotional during the movie, when he’s shouting about how he doesn’t know the answers louis wants. 

louis is so calm and comfortable in this scene, even when lestat starts yelling at him. he even sasses lestat, it’s wonderful. they’re already an old married couple.

I like the whole thing where lestat teaches him that they can drink animal blood, and pours the rats blood into his glass. maybe I read too much into things, but it felt like even though lestat wants louis to just kill humans and stop with the whole guilt thing, he still thinks he should show him another way to live. he justifies it by telling louis it’s more like surviving than living, and it can’t really be done, but still. he’s concerned about him in this scene, even if he doesn’t show it well.

I like all of the early scenes because louis is still so reliant on lestat to teach him, he’s still got so much respect for him, and honestly he still does even 200 years later.

He has decided,  after many minutes of watching  Louis entertain himself with what ever dull words lay hidden inside his books, to finally make a  nuisance of himself.  He has given the  man plenty of time to read the evening away,  but now he is  bored of sitting still,  watching the seconds slip by and the occasional  crisp flick of a page turning.

It takes barely a few moments before the plan is formed, and he stands  with an  obnoxiously  loud yawn,  padding quietly  over towards Louis,  pausing just enough before he strikes, flopping forwards  and  laying  himself over  the  man  in  only  the  most intruding  way possible,  like some  over grown cat  needy for attention.  The  book  is flung  away as  he presses  his  lips  to Louis’ jaw  in an  attempt to  cajole him  into amusing  them  both.

                           ❝ Do not tell me you had not tired of reading yet chéri,                               it has been  h o u r s  since you have even said a word. ❞

his brows raise high on his forehead, and he gives but a single      glance toward his abused book, now laying on the ground, before      he settles his gaze on the man currently invading his personal      space. he has lived with lestat all too long to be surprised, yet he      is unsure whether to be irritated or be fond of his companion’s      actions.

     either way, the fluttering sensations against his jaw are not exactly      unwelcome, and it is awfully hard to be annoyed with arms full of      lestat. after a slightly weary sigh, he returns the embrace, lithe      fingers burying themselves in locks of hair.

He feels  the moment  he almost  has Louis  in his  grasp, and it only makes his withdrawal from him even sweeter. Teasing  only deserves  teasing in  return and  Lestat  is nothing by an expert in delaying gratification. He is, after all,  an actor,  and can  put on a  very  convincing  show.

That dead  stare,  completely devoid of any  humour,  so terribly Louis,  is the only thing that breaks his façade of pure innocence,  causing a wide grin to spread over his features as  his gaze  flickers across  to the  other man. Oh Louis,  you don’t think he’ll give in so  easily  do you?

                           ❝ Yes, my darling? Did you want something? ❞

      And there it is again, that constant teasing, meaning       dripping off of his words like syrup. Oh he will drive       Louis to insanity if he must.

if he were in a cheerier mood, he may have found lestat’s      complacent grin somewhat amusing; but that is not the      case today. no, rather he is simply vexed by the mere sight      of such smugness & the lilt of self satisfaction that has crept      into lestat’s voice.

     he likes to think of himself as a patient man, but somehow      this individual manages to tear away any self restraint he      has; he’s always had a knack for it.

     a hand flies forward, fingers swiftly closing around the wrist of      the other, and he has no hang ups in yanking lestat toward him      with the same fierceness he would possess when starved. his      voice is but a dangerously low drawl, piercing gaze set directly      on lestat’s face.