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his finger drew slow circles over the rim of his martini glass. it only faltered in its' impeccable rhythm when lestat mentioned he had been looking for him. louis felt himself swallowing dryly before turning his head to look at the blond. he had felt him, out there, sometimes closer, sometimes further away --- they were bound together by an invisible but thick string. nothing appeared to be able to sever it. he sat there in silence, letting his eyes shift across lestat's features and, his first instinct, was to thank him for finding him. but that felt too pathetic; this sort of vulnerability was uncalled for. the vampire lestat had his tour and louis had his own private project to deal with. to hell with sentimentality.

he takes notice of the long finger brushing over his arm and can't help but chuckle bashfully. "maybe." louis replies, a touch of levity made this rendez-vous feel harmless. but the fact of the matter was that louis did not want his endless infatuation with lestat to get in the way of his main goal for the last year or so: revenge. "should you be asking that?" he asked with a quirk of his brow. "everyone's looking for you. i can hear them, creating a search party to spread out through the city, managers and producers alike ---"

the feeling is short-lived. louis’ words slap him sideways across his cheek and he nearly spins in his seat trying to find the bartender, who seems to have disappeared into the backroom much to his dismay. it leaves him with no other choice than to redirect his attention back to louis. he shrugs his shoulders then, indicating that it doesn’t interest him or that he doesn’t care if they are looking. lestat already extents so much of himself to people, he’ll allow himself to have this one thing to himself. “it is a difficult transition. going from years in solitude to having no privacy at all.”

SAM REID as LESTAT DE LIONCOURT

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE (2022) Loustat and quotes:

the blond mocks his protests and louis remains as still as ever, watching him with a steady gaze and a coldness he had inherited from his mother. but the closer lestat gets to him, the harder louis finds it to keep his jaw clenched and his arms crossed. he nearly loses his balance when his maker comes to collect his gift. finds himself suddenly sitting upon his coffin. it is a humiliating misstep from his part --- made more embarrassing by the way his hand instinctively raises to meet lestat's when he presses it to his chest. he doesn't quite catch it. his fingers fumble and brush over the other man's knuckles before quickly retracting. had there been enough blood in his system and louis face might have felt hot to the touch. his feelings for the other vampire made him feel beyond pathetic.

"then why was she here, huh? why do i smell her on you every other night?" he asked righteously. his voice was the only part of him that felt steady when this close to lestat. his eyes dare give a quick glance towards the other man's lips when he's too busy reading through the music sheets to notice. "you smell anythin' on me?"

it becomes a bigger struggle not to let any part of him soften when lestat de lioncourt calls him his center. in these moments he truly felt as if there would never be a warmer feeling than baring witness to these small earnest confessions. lestat had once been his coal fire --- with time he had become the only great star whose light he cared to stand under. louis wouldn't acknowledge the heartfelt statement. he could not let lestat know how desperately he craved for such affections. could not let him know how much power he truly held over him.

louis asks what he can smell on him and he cruelly chuckles. “yes… i smell starvation on you,” he answers, bluntly, “the faint, but poignant reminder of your slow wasting away.” now, lestat does not know long it will take for a vampire to wither away, if death ever truly comes, but he supposes it is only a matter of time before it does damage to his mind. louis does not even know how fortunate it is that insanity had not taken him the second he tasted blood, “that smell is worse than the smell of any human on you.”