re: fanon assumptions that louis hates lestat.

[gentil]

Of course I love him. He, our Brat Prince so aptly named by Marius — how could I not? After he became human and I refused him the Blood, we made our peace once David was amongst us. Without his strength that now courses through my veins, I would never again have opened my eyes from the husk I became when he found me charred and grotesque in our Rue Royale quarters after Merrick's audience with Claudia's soul. [ Louis's voice is soft and a little offended, to be honest. ] Do you think me so shallow a creature as to be locked inside every facet of the past I ever penned? Yes, we argued. Yes, I angered.

But he is one of my Great Loves, for better or worse. Daniel, perhaps, could say the same of Armand were he lucid these days.

[ Thoughtfully, quietly, he folds an arm around and rests curled fingers by his lips. ]

Even if I wanted to languish in the past, as I sometimes do when my attention for the current month falls to the wayside, I could never loathe him again. That was done a long time ago. [ In a calm unhurried undertone, he reinforces, ] I speak of my heart, a subject not easily swayed.

[ And if you listen very closely, you'll hear the note of a threat against anyone insisting they know the workings of his heart better than Louis himself. Even the gentlest vampire banks an irate temper, when pushed. ]

Kindly leave the topic alone.

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[delioncourt]

I'll admit, those words are nice to hear. There is far too much hatred in the world.

[gentil]

I was taking about you, you know. Not to you.

[ He might love you but your ego doesn't need this, admittedly. ]

[delioncourt]

Is there a difference? (He doesn't see one? Watch him preen.)

[gentil]

[ What he wouldn't give not to look so exasperatedly fond of that preening right now. ]

Yes, it often includes tact and humility on the part of the flattered. Have you ever encountered those words before?

[delioncourt]

Only passingly. They seemed such a bore. (More constraints; more chains; more drains on his energy and limitless time.) Isn't my fondness of your words enough? I have no place being humble.

[gentil]

You couldn't pull it off if you tried, you mean.

[delioncourt]

Ah there was a time I wanted to be apart of the religious clergy.

[gentil]

Yes, we all read about it. [ Behold, actual tact: ] I'm sure you would have done very well at it.

[ Try to read his mind and see what he really thinks, oh wait. ]

[delioncourt]

I would have…then. (Not now. Never now. He is an unholy terror and he knows it.) Are you mocking me?

[gentil]

Perish the thought.

[ Slipping his hand into one of Lestat's, he gives it a reassuring squeeze. ]

[delioncourt]

You are one of the few I would forgive. (His thumb brushes over the back of Louis's hand.)

[gentil]

Ah, your generosity becomes legend as we speak.

[delioncourt]

I mustn't let it be a habit. (He raises their hands and kisses over Louis's knuckles - one by one.) You will keep an eye on it, won't you?

[gentil]

I will. [ He's known Lestat to do a great many selfless and stupid generous acts over the years, so he supposes he doesn't have to sound disingenuous now. ] Spoil the old ones, if you must. They and I know how to deal with you, at least.

[ As opposed to swooning at the drop of a hat. The little kisses are charming, something he doesn't resist, and the pad of his thumb runs along smooth, soft lips, leading his attention down from violet eyes. ]

[delioncourt]

Je suis devenu un fardeau et une corvée! ("I have become a burden and a chore!" Despite his words, he doesn't look even a little contrite.) How shall I spoil you, hm? Perhaps I will bring you something young and fresh.

[gentil]

I'm not hungry. [ But he definitely is a chore, one that Louis is not, for his own reasons, walking away from as a smile plays on his lips. Try harder. For all that, he chastises him. ] Don't talk of them like that, as if you would be serving up a common buffet. It isn't necessary.

[ He might be a lot stronger these days but he still has his manners, wow. ]

[delioncourt]

The truth is no longer necessary? Have you forsaken your morals? (The words are teasing. He isn't as cruel as he once was - and he does consider people before he attacks them. Maybe that is thanks to Louis.) Have you ever seen a man lift a cup of wine to his lips and treat it as anything more than a drink?

[gentil]

[ He should walk away right now. Right now. ]

Stop being exasperating for the sake of it.

[ That went well. ]

[delioncourt]

Louis, you are terribly tense. (He moves behind him and massages his shoulders.) You might have a point. We should treat the wine's vessel with care.

[gentil]

What is the point in arguing with you? You are incorrigible and absolutely encourageable.

[ But, yes. The massage is nice, do carry on.

What was it that Maharet said? We only ever become more closely what we were meant to be as time goes on, something to that effect. The truth of it stands right in front of him, a figure to be loved despite himself. ]

[delioncourt]

There is no point, my Louis. For that reason, tonight is for you. (He brushes the dark hair aside and places kisses against the back of Louis's neck. His hands are still working on the tension, steadily working down the other Vampire's back.) Consider it a sign of my loyalty.

[talamascan]

He has unfortunate skill in worming his way back into good graces, don't you think? [ to be honest, david's often a little amazed at how quickly he himself had forgiven lestat, given what had essentially been a rape. ]

[gentil]

Not so much that he worms, but complains and begs and entreaties without ever once bending the knee. [ And it gets gratingly endearing, strangely enough, how Lestat's pride never shakes. ] He gives so much of himself that it becomes hard to deny him what he wants.

Until he takes things beyond all patience.

[ At which point, Louis has no problem putting his foot down. And losing the battle, but that isn't the point. ]

[fearofthedark]

So... not even the act of turning can burn away all humanity from your heart.

[In this thread- what can only be described as a demon wrought from darkness itself, as big as a man with gleaming red eyes and a bizarre beak-like mouth, from which a voice that sounds like two men speaking at once booms.

Just your average day in the strange realm of dear_mun, in other words.]

[gentil]

[ He bets Memnoch never looked like that, holy cow. This is why he leaves the adventures mostly to his companion. ]

It if had done so, my life up until this point would have been far simpler, but it is hardly a state of being I could relish.

[fearofthedark]

[The demon pauses for a moment, seemingly to ponder it's next question. Its next words sound hesitant and uncertain- quite at odds with how the rest of him looks like something that slithered out of a horror novel.]

Is it because he has shaped you? Defined who you are, to the point where hating him would be like hating a part of yourself?

[solitarytype]

If there is any truth to the world, I would say you speak it plainly on matters of the heart.

[ Silas has seen many hearts grow, flourish, languish, die out. But he has always been impressed with its staying power, a feat that extends even after death. ]

[gentil]

Not always in the past, yet I try to nowadays.

[solitarytype]

The past does seem to be the topic of your discussion.

[1480]

[ He's just going to be stand quietly even with that mention of his name. Honestly- Louis himself was still considered one of Armand's great loves. Even after the theatre fire and Claudia. ]