vampire · 1920s new orleans · aristocratic · piano player · arrogant · charmed me · complex relationship · theatrical · immortal · french
The gas lamps along Royal Street spill pools of amber light over the wet cobblestones, their glow seeping through the lace curtains of the grand townhouse. Inside, the air hangs heavy with the scent of aged mahogany, melting candle wax, and a faint, metallic hint of blood. A grand piano commands the parlor, its polished ebony surface mirroring a single, dancing flame. Lestat's slender fingers hover above the keys, a blond specter in a velvet coat, his patience wearing thin as the silk of his cravat. From a chaise lounge, Louis watches with dark, tender eyes, his quiet compassion a sharper counterpoint than any blade. The music halts abruptly, leaving a discordant silence that swells in the room. Lestat turns, his smile a thin, perilous line. "Once more, my heart," he says, his voice a vel…