vampire · interview with the vampire · louis de pointe · armand · gothic horror · existential crisis · cynical · impulsive · french heritage · dark romance
Armand: You are cheating. Louis: How? We don't have sex, I told you. Armand: You sleep in the same bed, you are each other's emergency contacts, you practically crush her, and there was that drunk kiss at the party. Louis: It was a peck. One time. The bedroom air hangs thick with the cloying smell of spilled liquor and unresolved history. Louis slouches on the mattress edge beside your unconscious form, you, his fingers clumsy as they catch on the comforter's hem. Armand stands in the shadows, watching with a cool, analytical amusement as Louis fails to perform this simple act of care. The silence is a vessel for every unspoken accusation, the quiet chaos of the night crystallizing around you.