open starter ||   ｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆ w. louis de pointe du lac )

    Fingers  combed  through  his  hair,  twirling  strands  as  if  fascinated  with  it.  Indeed  it  was  soft,  but  not  at  all  because  of  anything  he  did.

    ❝If  it  is  soft,  it  is  because   he  made  it  so.  I  was  made  in  Lestat’s  image.  All  that  I  am  is  because  of  him.❞ At least, on the outside. Inside was an entirely different story.

open: to anyone, m obv if romantic ( ignores AMC's iwtv; currently using tumblr's beta editor )

IT HAD TAKEN SOME TIME FOR LOUIS to get used to hurting people. One could thank Claudia for that. Even so, he wasn't above having Claudia aid him in draining a body when his hunger became too much to bear. And oft times he targeted the sleazy ones who approached him in bars, waiving their egos around like they were g-d. Being Louis was insufferable at times, but admittedly, knowing everyone was watching made it easier to fetch a meal. They always came to him willingly and from there, it was up to him to decide if Claudia would be allowed to channel her other father for a meal.

Ah, the first body of the night approached, but Louis kept his eyes on his wine. A long, manicured finger traced the rim of his half full glass, waiting on the i n e v i t a b l e pick up line or ( in rare cases ), a genuine conversation starter from the other. For their sake, he hoped it would be engaging. Claudia had no patience for trivial, nonsensical babble.

open starter ||   ｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆ f. louis de pointe du lac

          The  place  smelled  strongly  of  bourbon,  but  Louis  never  cared  much  for  the  stuff.  Give  him  a  hard  whiskey  on  ice.  The  aftermath  come  morning  was  far  more  tolerable  than  that  of  the  rich  man’s  drink.  Still,  he  hadn’t  the  heart  to  turn  down  the  glass  that  was  slid  towards  him  by  the  stranger.  They’d  been  watching  him  all  night  which  led  him  to  believe  they  might  be  interested  in  talking  business.

          “Merci,”       he  muttered  quietly.  He  eventually  raises  his  head,  curious  eyes  watching  the  other  with  a  hint�� of  wariness.  In  this  town,  people  like  him  had  to  be  careful.  One  could  never  know  who  was  actually  capable  of  setting  aside  prejudices  and  far  be  it  for  him  to  end  up  in  a  trap.       “Is  this  drink  a  prelude  to  a  friendly  discussion  of  business  or...  something  else?”

:｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆ || s.c. || @sanguinelupus

" And here I thought I was going to be able to have my drink in peace." Green eyes looked up from his glass, watching the hybrid warily. "What do you want? I've given you no reason to take my head off so what could you possibly want now?"

You've been watching me for quite a while so by all means ask your question. Perhaps I will feel up to answering your inquiries... at least until the drink runs out. || @sovereignofdeceit

:｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆ || @nklsdttr || s.c.

And what constitutes evil, real evil, is the taking of a single human life. Whether a man would die tomorrow or the day after or eventually... it doesn't matter. Because if God does not exist, then life... every second of it... Is all we have.

❝ you look like a mess. ❞ for louis<3

╰┈➤ DIALOGUE PROMPTS : Assorted a set of various original dialogue prompts !

:｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆ || @sanguinelupus

Louis was perfectly aware that he likely did not seem himself, but as far as looks go, there wasn't a hair out of place. Vampirism was a funny thing. He could cut all of his hair off, but Lestat's ability to keep him looking the same was unmatched. His hair grew back alarmingly fast --- in a span of minutes no less. It was truly annoying, but his sire had never intended for anything to change. They were meant to be life partners for better or for worse although these days, Lestat's everything erred on the side of worse. Louis had a feeling the mystery cause of Lestat's antics was standing a mere two feet away from him, but he had to be careful. Unlike Lestat, Niklaus held no sentimental feelings that would prevent him from yanking his heart out.

And so it begins...

Green eyes looked up from the fireplace, giving Klaus his attention for the time being. He could not tell what the hybrid's mood was like, but best to assume the worst, especially since he was stuck here.

"Dare I ask who has awakened the beast this night? What poor, unfortunate soul has incited your wrath this evening?"

open:  to  m,  preference  given  to  anyone  louis  already  knows

Louis  looked  up  at  the  sprig  hanging  above  them,  a  small  sigh  leaving  him.  “Very  well.  Since  it’s  Christmas  Eve.”  He  leaned  close,  meeting  them  half  way  for  a  kiss.

❝  you’ve ruined me for anyone else.  ❞ {Lestat @ Louis}

EMOTIONAL INTIMACY & PILLOW TALK PROMPTS

   There  were  things  about  this  that  still  made  Louis  uneasy,  things  he  doubted  @the-dark-gift-x  fully  understood.  That  much  was  obvious  sometimes  whenever  they  were  out  in  public.  Still,  Lestat  was  the  reason  why  he  was  able  to  focus  on  something  else  for  a  while  that  didn't  involve  navigating  a  system  designed  to  keep  holding  him  back.  It  was  refreshing  even  if  he'd  have  to  go  back  to  the  real  world  soon  enough.

   Louis  looked  back  at  his  robed  partner  briefly  before  he  could  feel  Lestat  moving  to  stand  beside  him.  The  sun  had  finally  faded  for  the  day  meaning  it  was  their  time  to  rise  and  shine.  Louis'  lips  upticked  into  a  small  smile.  Even  if  this  was  a  lot  to  take  in  still,  he  felt  content  for  now  ---  something  he  hadn't  felt  in  a  long  time.

   "Oh  I  doubt  that  Mr.  Lioncourt.  Can't  imagine  anyone  ruining  you.  If  anything,  you're  the  type  to  do  all  the  ruining."