Lestat breathes in a little heavier than the last. Does he feel better? Has all this blood done something, done enough? Perhaps not. But still. Envious for the scent of the smoke in the air, for this little point of familiar connection.
"The doctors of our time would probably have prescribed it," a little curl of humour as he turns the cigarette between his fingers, offering the unlit end.
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Lestat breathes in a little heavier than the last. Does he feel better? Has all this blood done something, done enough? Perhaps not. But still. Envious for the scent of the smoke in the air, for this little point of familiar connection.
"The doctors of our time would probably have prescribed it," a little curl of humour as he turns the cigarette between his fingers, offering the unlit end.