Tammy

I found myself gazing at my own face. A sketch was all he’d done, a series of bold black lines that nevertheless made up my face and shoulders... But the horror, the horror of seeing my expression! For he had captured it perfectly...Those green eyes gazed at me from out of that loosely drawn shape with a mindless innocence, the expressionless wonder of that overpowering craving... Louis of a hundred years ago lost in listening to the sermon of the priest at Mass, lips parted and slack, hair careless, a hand curved in the lap and limp. A mortal Louis. I believe I was laughing, putting my hands to my face and laughing so that the tears nearly rose in my eyes; and when I took my fingers down, there was the stain of the tears, tinged with mortal blood.

"Now we slipped in the courtyard doors of the hotel and went up to the lavish parlor of our suite. Champagne glistened in a frosted bucket. Two glasses stood on the silver tray. I knew Lestat would fill one glass and sit there staring at the pale yellow color. And I, a man in a trance, lay on the settee staring at him as if nothing he could do mattered. I have to leave him or die, I thought. It would be sweet to die, I thought. Yes, die. I wanted to die before. Now I wish to die. I saw it with such sweet clarity, such dead calm."

Posting these QotD sillies for now since I don’t plan on drawing much more based on this book, unlike the first two which I’m in the process of re-reading.

Also, speaking of vc books that im never gonna read again, here are these 6 comic pages I did traditionally of a scene from Tale of the Body Thief because that book had some kinda wack stuff in it, but at least all of Louis and Lestat´s interactions still made me insane. I don’t like how these look now, but eh. You guys can look at it anyways.

Reupload bc it wasn't showing up on tags! love when Tumblr does that <3 if this time it doesn't work I'm just gonna give up.

Day 2: "Tell me a story"

louis because i've been reading totbt AND. AAAAGH.

I wanted to forget him, and yet it seemed I thought of him always. It was as if the empty nights were made for thinking of him.