lestat was happy to die in louis’ arms, his saint, the one he loved most in the world. he allowed himself to be killed & his parting words were a love confession. he was dying but still trying to comfort & ease louis so that he wouldn’t be burdened with the guilt of killing him.
“for the moment, death is spoiling life for you, that’s all. but life is more important than death” moves me bro. i think of that moment a lot. gabi ur pen too is fire
“as the song deepened, it became the very essence of despair as if its beauty were a horrid coincidence, grotesquery without a particle of truth.” anne rice prose really is wonderful huh. like entirely.