A scant handful of years for Armand and Lestat, were, and barely any time at all for Armand and Daniel and whatever that looks like, are, and it feels like they're on either sides of a see-saw with Louis and Armand in the middle as the fulcrum, 77 years inscribed on the pedestal.
Lestat already knows that he'd seen his maker before they left New York. It slips by, Armand and Daniel sitting on the floor; it feels burned, now, thinking about Armand throwing him under the bus to hurt Lestat. He doesn't believe that Armand actually believes Daniel and Louis are together, but he does believe Armand might convince himself of its viability to torture... anyone. Himself, them. He sees the stupid keychain. He feels sick, and not all of it's because of the bond.
Focusing on trying to stabilize Lestat helps. He's an investigator, he's a details guy. He can do puzzles. He sits and he leans in a little, against the sofa, against the other vampire, and tries to gently put things where they should go. His hands don't shake anymore. Feasible.
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Lestat already knows that he'd seen his maker before they left New York. It slips by, Armand and Daniel sitting on the floor; it feels burned, now, thinking about Armand throwing him under the bus to hurt Lestat. He doesn't believe that Armand actually believes Daniel and Louis are together, but he does believe Armand might convince himself of its viability to torture... anyone. Himself, them. He sees the stupid keychain. He feels sick, and not all of it's because of the bond.
Focusing on trying to stabilize Lestat helps. He's an investigator, he's a details guy. He can do puzzles. He sits and he leans in a little, against the sofa, against the other vampire, and tries to gently put things where they should go. His hands don't shake anymore. Feasible.
'You in there?'