This scene ruined me. I have never been able to move on from this. It will randomly pop into my head at any given point, and I will have to sit quietly and think about this scene over and over lest I start shrieking the way I did the night I first watched it. How many times have I watched this? The limit does not exist. It could be 100 times. It could be 1,000 times. You can bet your ass it will be watched 1,000,000 times more.
Look at them. Just look at that. Just listen to that.
“Shh…shh…shh…shh…shh…”
“Don’t you shush me.”
*immediately starts tenderly caressing Louis’ face and neck and down his chest*
“I missed you.”
“You missed me?”
*warm affectionate chuckles*
*muffled whispers*
“I hated sleeping without you.”
*soft kissing noises*
I’m sorry, what? You hated sleeping without him? Y’all do this cute, adorable sleeping and cuddling together shit often?
Meanwhile I am still here. In this moment. In that coffin with them. Always. ♥️✨
Of course. That scene was meant to imply they stopped sleeping with each other when Claudia came along.
As I said, sleeping together like that was the norm for them. Lestat, errrr Sam *ahem* 😏, said it best:
It’s really not said enough that based on the angle of their bodies, Louis is nuzzling his head into Lestat’s neck and collarbone while Lestat holds him in his arms when that coffin closes….and this was their normal. I’m fine.
Also! This was an excerpt from one of Anne’s diaries while she would’ve been writing Prince Lestat And The Realms Of Atlantis, and it’s Loustat sleeping together + sharing blood.
They're in a crypt the candle burning down. Louis paralyzed with sleep, Lestat awake. Lestat comes over to the shelf + sits beside Louis, leans over — holding Louis in arms. Louis groggy, powerless — and Lestat bites his tongue, lets the blood spill into Louis' mouth - and for the first time in over 200 years his mind opened to me. I felt terror. I would pierce the undisguised heat of his hatred but a great rosy light surrounded us and in a moment I held him in a grip so close that nothing came between us, and I felt his wordless love flowing into me as surely as my love flowed into him — prayers, whispers, souls blending with a great absolute and unyielding power for some particle of human understanding + then a turning from the desperate seeking of the divine to me, to me, to my heart, and then as if we knelt together on the damp stone cold floor of a church he turned and pressed his forehead against my face and whispered “Brother, lover! Let me forgive you for not being God! Forgive me for ever demanding that you be what you cannot be + never was!”
“….as if we knelt together on the damp stone cold floor of a church….”
Lestat terrified and expecting to find hatred in Louis’ heart. Instead, he’s met with love as surely as his own.
“….I felt his wordless love flowing into me as surely as my love flowed into him — prayers, whispers, souls blending with a great absolute and unyielding power for some particle of human understanding….”
i'm just realising now how louis' movements look like he's used to resting his chin on someone and Harry's look like he nuzzles his person's throat, neck or shoulder. i'm not strong enough for this