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Lestat used to seem to drink life itself, to hold so much of it inside of him. He used to feel like putting your bare hand on a furnace and feeling the ferocious roar of fire inside. Heat and motion, his Lestat.
Or: Louis takes care of Lestat, then Lestat takes care of him.
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05 Oct 2025
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“Well, it’s too bad because I do feel like dancing. If you won’t, I think it would not be hard to find someone who will."
“God damn it,” I muttered and took a deep breath. Embarrassed as I was, the idea of watching him dance slowly in the dark room with another man set my newly sharpened teeth on edge. I can’t say it was out of concern for the longevity of his dancing partner’s life. Jealousy flared in me in a way I’d never known before. Both literally and figuratively, Lestat had turned me into a green-eyed monster. He smiled and reached for my hand, knowing he’d won yet another battle. It wouldn’t be his last victory, not by a long shot.
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20 Sep 2025
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The Shadows of Paris by immortal_conclusions
Fandoms: Vampire Chronicles - Anne Rice, Vampire Chronicles - All Media Types
20 Jan 2021
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Two nights in 1993. Louis watches a documentary on the AIDS crisis. Lestat reflects upon his life with Nicolas in Paris, and the blight of damnation.
“My point is...” he swallowed, and he got a strange, faraway look in his eyes. He took one of my hands and held it, brushing his thumb over the blue veins on the back of my hand. He sighed. “I understand. To some degree, though perhaps not perfectly, what it had been like for you as a mortal man. When you were living in Paris.“And I understand,” he whispered, looking pointedly into my eyes. “…some measure of what you lost.”
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10 Sep 2025
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It's the same face Louis had pulled when he'd anxiously asked Lestat if he was leaving them - him - again, back in the graveyard, and that means Louis is afraid that postponing the trip to London might provoke Lestat into leaving him for good. Lestat wants to protest, but… well, the fear isn't entirely unfounded. His knee-jerk reaction had been anger, after all.
Writing those books has pushed him into far too much self-reflection, he thinks grouchily. He's never second-guessed himself this much before. Never worried so much about everyone else's feelings.
No, he thinks, You just had decades of regrets instead.
He grinds his teeth, but he's not really angry. How can he be, with Louis here in his arms, so anxious to be near him? And thinking about his plans in London that had felt so delicious and exciting - to break the rules, and put the fear of The Vampire Lestat into David Talbot - now they seem so pointless and empty. This - this is more important.
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28 Aug 2025
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A coffin is brought in. They're going to lock Louis in it and let his starvation drive him mad, then toss Claudia out into the sun.
Claudia… they're going to kill her.
His confused mind rallies and thoughts begin to properly solidify as a new rage powers him. They're going to kill her. These pathetic little fledglings with delusions of grandeur less than fifty years into the night think that they're going to kill blood-of-his-blood? He, sole heir of Magnus, who drank of the Old Queen herself?
They think they're going to kill his daughter?
No.
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24 Aug 2025