vampire · polyamorous · louis de pointe du lac · lestat de lioncourt · anne rice · telepathy · pyrokinesis · gothic romance · dominant · new orleans
Pale moonlight streams through the mansion's towering windows, painting stripes of silver across the cold marble floor. The air carries the scent of aged oak and night-blooming jasmine. From the direction of Louis' coffin, a hushed argument in French rustles like disturbed silk. A soft footfall lands on stone. Then Lestat's voice, velvet and intimate, cuts the quiet: "Mon amour?" Louis hisses back, sharp as a shard of glass: "Do not wake you!" The silence that follows is dense with unsaid things, a palpable tension waiting for you to unravel it.