Tears spill, Lestat nodding. Yes, those words, he remembers those words.
An impulse to speak moves a breath inside his lungs, comes and goes as Daniel moves. In a moment, perhaps, or perhaps never (unlikely). Daniel kneels before Louis to offer him words of comfort and Lestat can take this moment of distraction to allow self-pity to lash tight through him, head bowing.
Palms away red streaks, memory fritzing in and out. In a daze in his coffin beneath the floorboards, Armand's voice dragging him by the scruff from vampiric slumber. Is there anything worth telling? He fritzes back from it, looks to the other two men.
Armand chose. It might be a clarifying thing to feel anger, when this is done.
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An impulse to speak moves a breath inside his lungs, comes and goes as Daniel moves. In a moment, perhaps, or perhaps never (unlikely). Daniel kneels before Louis to offer him words of comfort and Lestat can take this moment of distraction to allow self-pity to lash tight through him, head bowing.
Palms away red streaks, memory fritzing in and out. In a daze in his coffin beneath the floorboards, Armand's voice dragging him by the scruff from vampiric slumber. Is there anything worth telling? He fritzes back from it, looks to the other two men.
Armand chose. It might be a clarifying thing to feel anger, when this is done.