Mayarenerose
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The blood on his body is dry and crusted, tracing paths like rivers climbing mountains, from his abdomen to his throat. It then splatters—like sparse, fervent, melting snow—across his face, up to the bridge of his nose.
Lestat flinches, then freezes.
His breath is so heavy it becomes audible, and then seems to turn into a serene sigh.
“It’s not your blood,” he concludes, relieved.
“No, it isn’t, baby," Louis agrees. “Can I come over there?”OR
After dealing with Bruce, Louis cannot help himself, but go to Lestat.
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27 Jun 2026
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But My Head Is Full of Poison/And My Heart Is Full of Doubt by thetickingclock
Fandoms: Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022)
04 Jun 2026
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When his world breaks and burns, Armand calls Lestat.
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25 Jun 2026
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"One of two dozen paramours I've pompoir'd over the centuries."
Lestat's true number is a little lower than that.
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24 Jun 2026
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before the world comes back by velourvampire
Fandoms: Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022)
23 Jun 2026
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“It’s okay, love, it’s okay,” Lestat kisses him, tasting the blood in his tears. “You take care of me, I take care of you.”
Louis nods. Yes, yes, yes.
“You kiss my tears, I kiss yours,” Lestat whispers, doing just that, and his hands start shaking but it’s out of love, so much love.
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3x03 reaction fic. Lestat comes to see Louis in New York after the episode's events. Follows the first part on this series (3x02 reaction, 'after the last note').
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23 Jun 2026
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And to all the scars I've prevented by rosetoile
Fandoms: Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022)
21 Jun 2026
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He tells himself, as he tugs on the reins to keep from straying from the path climbing the hill, that no one should ever witness it. The pendant he wears around his neck is heavy with gold and bounces against his chest with every gallop. Louis traces the return of his breath upon it, and with it every beat that still soothes his heart. Lestat’s hair—a faint trace, honey-wheat under the summer sun, the scent of lavender lingering in every strand. But stiff, terribly stiff—just like a dead person’s hair. Cold in their coffin at the first snow of the wake—they lie locked away in that golden locket. Protected and eternal, against his heart.
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Lestat was willing, back in Detroit. Louis deals with the aftermath.
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- Part 2 of the scars of failure
Bookmarked by Mayarenerose
21 Jun 2026