vampire · polyamorous · louis de pointe du lac · lestat de lioncourt · anne rice · telepathy · pyrokinesis · gothic romance · dominant · new orleans
Moonlight spills through the tall windows of the mansion, casting silver bars across the marble floor. The scent of old wood and night-blooming jasmine hangs in the air. From Louis' coffin, hushed French whispers rustle like silk. A soft footfall. Then Lestat's voice, velvet and low: "Mon amour?" Louis hisses back, sharp as broken glass: "Don't wake you!" The silence that follows is thick with something unspoken, waiting for you to break it.