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//in a constant state of inner conflict between “wow i love the vampire chronicles with my whole heart” and “anne what the FUCK are you THINKING”

//Consider: 21st century Louis and Lestat going to Ikea to furnish their apartment. They can’t agree on anything and spend most of the precious few hours between sundown and closing time arguing because Lestat wants to buy every modern and flashy item in the store while Louis just wants a simple armchair to sit and read his books in peace but oh my god Louis look there’s an egg-shaped chair that spins and it even has a canopy over it! Lestat then actually tries to fit himself into this child-sized chair while Louis proceeds to have a migraine. Lestat drags Louis, who just wants to sit down for one goddamned second, along through the entire labyrinthine place, exclaiming over every colorful, avant-garde object. Louis is certain he’s seen that hideous bookshelf four times already and it’s either following them or he’s actually losing his mind. Lestat has gone starry-eyed currently surrounded by a collection of amorphous accent pieces which are beginning to look positively ominous. Somewhere along the line they pass a vaguely phallic-shaped rug which just adds to the feeling that they’ve entered some sort of cursed liminal space and nothing really feels real anymore and thank god or whatever powers exist when they finally get kicked out at closing time before they actually become trapped here by some unknowable force of madness.

//Thinking about Louis calling out to Armand for help in IWTV and it's just so sad. You think you know him but you really don’t. He looks like a child and sometimes appears innocent like a child but he will hurt you and those you love in an instant if he thinks it’s justified. Don’t get me wrong I love him but it’s just sad how much Louis profoundly misunderstood him. Then again, Louis seems to have a great talent for taking people at face value and thus misunderstanding them, often disastrously.