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  1. Public Bookmark 1

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    25 Jul 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 45

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    “Lestat,” Louis approaches him, doing so without caution, believing he needs none. It turns out to be a grave mistake. Lestat slips away, dragging himself across the floor to take shelter between the wall and the nightstand. He puts his hands in front of his face when Louis tries to reach him, as if—as if Louis were going to hit him. “Love—you’re scaring me. Tell me what’s going on?”

    Lestat gasps for air; his breathing grows increasingly labored. Louis fears, with scornful sincerity, that he’ll end up collapsing from suffocation, forgetting that he doesn’t need to breathe.

    “Les, baby—let go of those sheets, they’re dirty.”
    “Je ne le re-referai plus,” he sobs, rubbing his palms against his eyes, precariously wiping away the copious, heavy tears, while clutching his knees to his chest. “Je ne le referai plus, je vais bi-bie-bien me tenir, je vais tout- tout ranger. Ne le dis pas à papa, s'il te plaît, ne le dis pas à pa-papa.”

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    Lestat wets the bed during sex. His mind regresses in his collapse.

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    25 Jul 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 17

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    Lestat begins to crawl towards him on the bed and Christ if that isn’t the penultimate image of seduction in and of itself. Lestat, clad in white stockings, his calves sliding against the bed as he crawls on hands and knees. The short wedding dress poofs around him, and yet Louis can still see the sway of his hips. His veil now rests on the back of his hair flowing outward, giving him a sort of halo in the dim lighting of the hotel room. Lipstick already smeared and blood stains down both their fronts. Gloved fingers reach towards Louis’ waist coat, popping the buttons as Louis focusses on his suit pants. Louis' clothing is falling to the floor piece by piece as Lestat runs gloved fingers over chest and sits up on his knees so as to run his hands up Louis’ biceps.

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    Louis and Lestat have a Vegas wedding, complete with Elvis impersonator. They laugh, they cry, they make love, they have hard discussions.

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    23 Jul 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 17

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    Before Louis wakes, Armand is left alone with Lestat’s body.

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    23 Jul 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 76

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    “Can we sleep in the bed?” Louis offers, flippant, his voice quiet between them.

    “I thought you decided that you liked the coffin,” Lestat murmurs and Louis can feel the movement of his lips where his thumb rests at the corner of his mouth, the whispers of his breath, quiet and calm now.

    “It’s not the coffin,” Louis reiterates. He follows the shape of Lestat's bottom lip, watching the naked openness of his face crack and shift, violet eyes beneath the sweeping curve of his lashes. “Sleep with me, tonight?” 

    Lestat swallows thickly, blinking slowly like a very pleased, very dazed cat. “Yes, Louis.”

     

    Or, Lestat and Louis make it home after the bench.

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    22 Jul 2026