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  1. Public Bookmark 32

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    “Let me clear things up for you, Lestat." Winnie lifts out of her seat and leans across the table, pearl necklace dangling from her throat. “I’m a fairy. A homosexual. A downright nuisance – and I like to get dolled up. So don’t you worry about whether or not I’m a woman. You just enjoy yourself tonight. Maybe you and Louis could learn a thing or two about being human.”

    Louis grins, clearly endeared, and bumps his shoulder against Lestat. “We’d love that, wouldn’t we, Lestat?”

    Lestat nods vigorously and flattens his hands on the table. Winnie takes in the sight of his long fingernails and shimmering rings. “I am your student,” says Lestat. "Miss Winnie.”

    Louis introduces Lestat to some old friends from Storyville. Lestat realizes he doesn't know what it means to be a man. 

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    24 Apr 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 70

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    He licks his bottom lip, "Would you like to come to my dorm with me?"

    Louis looks away, pleased yet stubborn, "I thought I wasn't your type."

    Lestat fears that Louis might be exactly his type.

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    In which Lestat learns why starting a casual relationship with one Louis Du Lac is a colossal mistake.

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    22 Apr 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 15

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    Deaf and blind after a failed suicide attempt, Lestat had a lot of things to say. Unfortunately, so did Louis.

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    21 Apr 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 26

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    Louis has become a man of many certainties and little courage, and perhaps he always has been. Although the picturesque combination of his own cowardly nature with this Lestat— a Lestat who does not ask, never asks, nor takes anything that is not given to him— has condemned them to a seemingly endless stalemate.

    He is still a man of desires—less modest, less submerged—yet identical to those that brought him there. Mundane desires, and ever the same, which try to change themselves but always end up being rewritten with the same ink as his name.

    Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat.

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    21 Apr 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 35

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    His hair falls across his face as he makes a slow, half-hearted attempt to sit up. He can smell it now—a rich, heady scent that intoxicates his every sense. It smells of amber, of caramel, of butter melting on his skin. It smells of gooseberries, peonies, and sweet Lambrusco.

    It smells like Louis.

    It is this realization that frees him from his own complacency, and Lestat feels it then—the sound of his own heart stopping to mimic that of another, the one beating confidently and freely at his side. His body is wrapped in a thick woolen blanket; beneath it slips the silk of a pajama that does not belong to him. He lies on pillows, feeling his feet dangle off the edge of a—couch?

    “Good morning, sleeping beauty,” that voice, frankly far too amused, reaches him from the opposite couch, across a hideous slate coffee table.

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    Lestat collapses from an overdose during one of his concerts. Louis decides it's time to get him clean, whether he likes it or not.

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    21 Apr 2026