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OTHER BLOGS: buffy summers / angel / daniel molloy / multi.

@roseguided asked: i didn't ask that. / akasha

"there   is   no   other   reason   why   i'm   doing   this.   this   interview   is   for   myself."   perhaps   for   daniel   too.   perhaps,   something   that   lies   under   both   of   their   memories   and   neither   can   recall.   louis   is   aware   that   even   as   far   as   gloomy   vampires   go,   he   might   be   too   gloom,   claudia   would   say   it's   his   catholic   guilt   overshadowing   his   moments   when   he   allows   himself   to   truly   be   a   vampire.   "i   did   overstep   with   daniel.   .   .he   made   a   joke   and   i   did   not   handle   it   properly."  

@journalsinblood asked: "The soldier that kills the other soldier first lives." - From Claudia

"We   are   not   soldiers."   He   makes   a   point   there   as   he   recalls   the   images   of   war   that   they   saw   through   Europe.   There   was   a   whole   world   out   there   regarding   vampires   now,   and   they   had   to   be   careful,   a   coven   was   not   something   either   of   them   had   experience   and   for   once,   he   feels   himself   pushing   the   thought   of   Lestat   away,   how   angry   he   felt,   how   guilty,   how   longing   he   looked   at   his   portrait   up   the   wall,   when   he   knew   all   along   there   was   another   coven   of   vampires   and   they   were   hidden   from   them.

His   time   in   Europe   only   makes   him   think   of   him.   Paris   specially   became   a   source   of   his   dreams.   He   had   thought   of   visit   it   with   him   one   day,   perhaps   using   his   luring   ways   to   get   him   to   stop   being   secretive   and   show   him   a   childhood   home   for   Lestat   had   bare   witness   to   the   falling   of   his   own.   The   death   of   Loius   de   Pointe   du   Lac   who   now   finds   himself   missing   him   more   than   ever.   Lestat   is   alive   though,   he   has   to.   He   is   not   sure   and   his   mind   often   plays   tricks   with   him,   showing   him   like   he   used   to   be   and   others   as   the   last   time   he   saw   him,   pale   and   eyes   blank   of   life.  

"It   wasn't   only   my   idea   that   he   came   here.   You   agreed   to   it."   He   wonders   why   at   times,   why   had   Armand   agreed   to   it,   although   with   conditions,   for   Daniel   to   come   to   Dubai   for   the   interview.   Like   Morgan   at   his   little   time   in   Europe,   Daniel   had   been,   while   a   fumbling   young   boy,   sometimes   digging   a   path   to   the   right   questions.   Age   and   perhaps   the   looming   doom   of   one's   demise   with   his   illness,   had   made   him   sharper,   and   tired   and   cutting   through   some   of   Louis   own   delusions.   He   had   been   offended   the   first   time   the   other   had   raised   a   wit   back   to   him   but   now   it   felt   like   it   was   simply,   a   way   a   mortal   like   him   defends   himself.

He   does   not   wish   to   miss   the   shadow   that   looms   over   him.   The   road   to   Europe   had   been   full   of   friction   between   him   and   Claudia   and   at   last,   it   seem   that   Paris   was   gonna   give   them   a   new   chance   to   rebuild   their   broken   pact,   and   yet,   perhaps   the   city   is   a   mistake   as   it   bears   all   reminders   of   the   man   who   was   his   lover,   maker,   mentor   and   more.   As   french   it   would   get   and   his   mind   thinks   how   Lestat   would   fit   so   easily   in   the   parisian   crowd.   How   without   needing   to   stand   out,   Lestat   would   drive   attention   as   he   often   does.   "I   told   you   not   to   come   here."   he   speaks   to   his   mind,   that   congures   the   image   of   a   dead   man   before   him   and   yet   his   eyes   soften   with   guilt   at   the   sight   of   a   neck.