Face turned away, Lestat misses what Louis' face does as Lestat embraces him.
Unexpected, outside of New Orleans and Lestat's shack, no hurricane, no pattering rain, only the echoes of the past Daniel and Louis unfurled for Lestat's benefit. Louis could have kept all of this from him. It feels right that he know, holds this part of Louis' story in his hand. It feels right, that he understand fully what Daniel is to him.
Louis' hand grips tight around Daniel's as his expression breaks, something raw and aching laid bare. As he slings an arm around Lestat, returns the embrace.
Turns his face into Lestat's, breathes there into his hair. Gathers himself by degrees, finding enough composure to loosen his grip on either of them.
"You agreed to wait for my answer," Louis reminds him. "I owed it to you."
And Daniel had indulged him. That goes without saying, when allocating gratitude.
A needling contradiction, slipped between his mind and Daniel's: You were no idiot. Only young.
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Unexpected, outside of New Orleans and Lestat's shack, no hurricane, no pattering rain, only the echoes of the past Daniel and Louis unfurled for Lestat's benefit. Louis could have kept all of this from him. It feels right that he know, holds this part of Louis' story in his hand. It feels right, that he understand fully what Daniel is to him.
Louis' hand grips tight around Daniel's as his expression breaks, something raw and aching laid bare. As he slings an arm around Lestat, returns the embrace.
Turns his face into Lestat's, breathes there into his hair. Gathers himself by degrees, finding enough composure to loosen his grip on either of them.
"You agreed to wait for my answer," Louis reminds him. "I owed it to you."
And Daniel had indulged him. That goes without saying, when allocating gratitude.
A needling contradiction, slipped between his mind and Daniel's: You were no idiot. Only young.