#sam's thoughts

Louis is a literal siren. I don't even think he realized how desired he was until Armand in Paris. So every desperate attempt Lestat made to keep him, in his arms, in his bed, in his coffin and in his life, felt like suffocating obsession when in fact, Lestat was just the first in a long line of men who wanted to love and possess Louis and keep him close to them like some kind of precious thing.

He didn't see it that way because Lestat was the first to do it. The first to desire him, not for his money or a form of escapism. So he couldn't understand the strength of Lestat's desires.

Armand's "love" for him was just as obsessive, but to Louis, Armand was just in love with him- not obsessed. Because when it came down to it, Armand wasn't Lestat. He was a new kind of love. A new kind of attention to get over Lestat's hold on him and his mind.

And Louis, being the dickmatized mess that he was, kept falling for these men because Lestat found him on the cusp of exploring who he was- a gay man who loved men in 1910s New Orleans. His vampirism allowed him the ability to live as his true queer self. And i love that for him.

I like these guys because their pattern always looked to me like colorful brindle (tiger-striping that you see on certain dog breeds like greyhounds) 💕

Do Sorcerers have like an ID to prove that they are who they say they are?

kissing someone you've known for lifetimes and lifetimes and lifetimes. touching and being touched by someone you've loved for thousands of years. connecting with someone who's so close to you that they're essentially the other half of yourself, in a way you never have before... in my mind they'd be inconsolable. they'd be shaking and crying their eyes out the entire time