is both not good enough and also the best he will get, he knows. A certain no would have been suspicious. A certain yes, the only trustworthy thing, but significantly more distressing. Lestat, whose expression had shifted somewhere hard, relaxes that thing in him again that grows his fangs. They've stayed dormant. Subtle.
Softens for this topic. A sad kind of fondness. "I do," he says. So much of the topic of Louis, of Louis speaking to him over speakerphone, is an odd soothing effect that seems to realign the fritzed wiring that is Lestat. Hard to say if that was always the case, or a new development, damage through eighty years of neglect.
But there, easy to observe, as his eyes wander past Daniel. "It is like my heart has been taken out of me and now walks the earth on its own. I can hear it, its beating. I can tell if its near. It doesn't change for me," an addition, recalling the specificity of the question, refocusing on him. "And there were times it felt like a trick I played on myself. Like he was in the other room when he was not. Like he was alive when he might not be."
A glance back down, aside. "It is different, with other fledglings. Claudia, like—knowing a storm is coming or not. And sometimes it remains, even now."
An invisible cord. A hallucination that is real. Louis saw Lestat's ghost that was not a ghost but was somehow still of Lestat. There is no science that can explain it.
"I would not be surprised to know that Armand can pull on it like a leash."
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is both not good enough and also the best he will get, he knows. A certain no would have been suspicious. A certain yes, the only trustworthy thing, but significantly more distressing. Lestat, whose expression had shifted somewhere hard, relaxes that thing in him again that grows his fangs. They've stayed dormant. Subtle.
Softens for this topic. A sad kind of fondness. "I do," he says. So much of the topic of Louis, of Louis speaking to him over speakerphone, is an odd soothing effect that seems to realign the fritzed wiring that is Lestat. Hard to say if that was always the case, or a new development, damage through eighty years of neglect.
But there, easy to observe, as his eyes wander past Daniel. "It is like my heart has been taken out of me and now walks the earth on its own. I can hear it, its beating. I can tell if its near. It doesn't change for me," an addition, recalling the specificity of the question, refocusing on him. "And there were times it felt like a trick I played on myself. Like he was in the other room when he was not. Like he was alive when he might not be."
A glance back down, aside. "It is different, with other fledglings. Claudia, like—knowing a storm is coming or not. And sometimes it remains, even now."
An invisible cord. A hallucination that is real. Louis saw Lestat's ghost that was not a ghost but was somehow still of Lestat. There is no science that can explain it.
"I would not be surprised to know that Armand can pull on it like a leash."