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lestat de lioncourt. ([personal profile] damnedest) wrote 2024-08-10 01:43 am (UTC)

Lestat's hand captured, he captures Louis' in turn, curling that shared grip inward to rest against his chest.

A little derisive breath out, and Daniel can maybe feel the sensation of Lestat snagging a memory from him, a cat claw at a goldfish. Just a little sampling: a quick glimmer of Armand in his Halloween costume of a mortal, eyes dark, gloves snugly in place, lurking about the edges of the thing. Idiot.

In trade, maybe, Lestat notes to Daniel at the same time: 'He is difficult to comfort'.

Facts about Louis. Even when Louis would allow himself to cry and confess his inner world to Lestat in those earlier years, there were limits to his powers to help him. Only love, an endless torrent of it, and distraction, and devotion. Reason, Lestat's reason, patient explanations, never took. Neither did yelling, granted, but he could never talk Louis into happiness.

"You learned of it all during this time?" he asks, thumb rubbing over the edges of Louis' knuckles.

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