Dreamy amounts of dopamine, these little declarations and gestures, these little returns to form. By now, Louis could produce an out of focus photograph of a dog urinating on a fire hydrant and Lestat would wax poetic for its composition.
And then, disarming. Lestat opening his mouth to speak before he looks down at the gift, wrapped in gold.
Takes it into his hands. And why shouldn't he have anticipated an image of Claudia? He has seen a couple of them, and so at least there is no shock to the notion, except there still is, somehow. One of the few, and Lestat is carefully opening it, a fussy way of going at the folded edges and peeling it back, and turning the framed image around until its righted in his hands.
Another disarming thing, to see her this way. The vampire he made, the vampire she became, against all odds. "Look at her," he murmurs. She isn't even posing, really. No, no deliberate grimace for the camera, just a spontaneous grin of sharp teeth in the blur of a moment.
no subject
And then, disarming. Lestat opening his mouth to speak before he looks down at the gift, wrapped in gold.
Takes it into his hands. And why shouldn't he have anticipated an image of Claudia? He has seen a couple of them, and so at least there is no shock to the notion, except there still is, somehow. One of the few, and Lestat is carefully opening it, a fussy way of going at the folded edges and peeling it back, and turning the framed image around until its righted in his hands.
Another disarming thing, to see her this way. The vampire he made, the vampire she became, against all odds. "Look at her," he murmurs. She isn't even posing, really. No, no deliberate grimace for the camera, just a spontaneous grin of sharp teeth in the blur of a moment.