Diminishing, deliberately, the things Daniel is expressing. Love and care compressed down to an impulse Louis knows lives in him: curiosity, eagerness to know and understand. Louis saw it in him fifty years ago. It was not diminished or extinguished by time.
It's meant to hurt. A warning shot across the bow as Louis feels increasingly trapped by the snaring quality of this conversation, of three in a room navigating something difficult.
Focus on Daniel broken as Lestat speaks, and Louis' gaze comes around to slice, to hold.
"I'll beg my own apologies."
Maybe.
(Probably.)
(Most likely.)
It's an unnecessary reminder. Louis is young. He will always be outstripped by Armand, by Lestat. There will always be an imbalance. Louis will have to create his own opportunities, will have to make his own elevation now as he had done in New Orleans. He has lived a century, but what is a century?
Claudia wouldn't flinch at the imbalance. Louis closes fingers around this, a memory with sharp edge. Instructive. Their clever, vicious daughter. She would have already left the room.
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It's meant to hurt. A warning shot across the bow as Louis feels increasingly trapped by the snaring quality of this conversation, of three in a room navigating something difficult.
Focus on Daniel broken as Lestat speaks, and Louis' gaze comes around to slice, to hold.
"I'll beg my own apologies."
Maybe.
(Probably.)
(Most likely.)
It's an unnecessary reminder. Louis is young. He will always be outstripped by Armand, by Lestat. There will always be an imbalance. Louis will have to create his own opportunities, will have to make his own elevation now as he had done in New Orleans. He has lived a century, but what is a century?
Claudia wouldn't flinch at the imbalance. Louis closes fingers around this, a memory with sharp edge. Instructive. Their clever, vicious daughter. She would have already left the room.