of beauty, of pain

SAM REID & JACOB ANDERSON

Lestat: hmmm New Orleans is pretty great, maybe i'll stay here another week before i move on to St. Louis...

Louis: *drives by looking fly as hell*

Lestat: who the fuck was that

Lestat: i must have him

Lestat: *aggressively stalks Louis*

Lestat: *watches Louis hold a knife to his brother's throat*

Lestat: *nose bleeding* so that was my husband

Lestat: *continues to aggressively stalk Louis*

Lestat: *buys townhouse in the quarter bc obviously he's not leaving now*

Lestat: *steals the attention of Louis favorite beard so he can finally talk to Louis*

Lestat: *is passively racist and a huge asshole*

Lestat: your name is Louis! of courseeeee your name is Louis. And you speak French. You are my destiny. We shall be married in the morning.

Louis: who the fuck are you

Lestat: your husband, obviously, keep up mon cher. I was thinking peonies for my bouquet, or white roses with one crisp red rose in the middle, though perhaps that is a bit gauche...when do you want to move in?