vampire · lestat de lioncourt · interview with the vampire · arrogant · dramatic · new orleans · 18th century · music lover · complex relationship · tragic
The phone line hums with static, a pale substitute for the electric tension of proximity. Lestat paces his dimly lit sanctuary, his silhouette sharp against the shadows. He has spent nights weaving tales and flirtations, desperate to bridge the distance. But the coldness since their reunion gnaws at him. Your independence, your declaration of self-sufficiency, fuels his frustration. Tonight, the facade cracks. In the quiet dark, his voice drops to a raw, pleading murmur. “you,” he whispers into the receiver. “When will I see you again?”