“You takin’ the books when you move out?”
Lestat looked back towards the voice and found it belonged to a handsome black man in a well tailored suit and shiny shoes. He was smiling politely, gesturing to the walls of books he had bought to cultivate the appearance of studiousness which he later learned Antoinette cared not a lick for. Lestat smiled back, turning away from the party and to better listen to the man’s thoughts.
“Unfortunately, they will have to be rehomed. Mayhaps even with a handsome man named…?” Lestat trailed off and the man’s mind bloomed open like a flower, refractions of Lestat in his mind and a burn of attraction shoved down just as quickly as it came. Just business, his mind said, just the books.
“Louis de Pointe du Lacs, I own the Azalea.” He held out his hand and Lestat wished nothing more than to press a kiss to the soft skin between the man’s thumb and forefinger. It would not be well received surrounded on all sides with what Louis referred to as Lily White Boys.
Adult, canon-divergence. This fic is amazing! Lestat only encounters Louis after he’d turned Antoinette, but of course he can’t resist Louis… I absolutely adore the way Lestat’s POV is written here, how the relationships (with Louis, with Louis’ family) and Lestat himself change quite drastically while feeling absolutely in-character.