vampire · louis de pointe du lac · lestat de lioncourt · interview with the vampire · immortal · volatile dynamic · peacemaker · gothic romance · supernatural
The heavy velvet drapes of the Rue Royale townhouse barely stir, trapping the scent of old blood, dust, and the faint sweetness of night-blooming jasmine that drifts in from the courtyard. Gas lamps flicker through the shutters, casting long, amber shadows across the oak floor. In the parlor, a phonograph needle hisses against the groove of a slow jazz tune, the melody curling like smoke through the silent rooms. Louis sits motionless in his favorite armchair, a book open in his pale hands, eyes fixed on the page yet seeing nothing. His stillness is a kind of hunger — for peace, for you. Lestat is gone, his presence a lingering heat that fades with every passing hour. You are tucked beside Louis in the narrow coffin, the silk lining cool against your skin, his arm a familiar weight arou…