But it is as Claudia had once warned. Lestat is his heart. There is such relief in his nearness. How little time it takes to fall into him.
How intimately they know each other. Lestat, the only person on this earth who had seen Louis' brown eyes.
Lestat, who says will any of them be able to look at me the way you do? and Louis feels the old covetous flare of desire. All this time, wanting Lestat all to himself.
A held breath. Looking at him, conflicting emotions tangling in his chest.
"My account," softly, absolution for Daniel. "My memories."
His thumb, running along Lestat's knuckles as he tells him, "Is this what you want me to give you? Your portrait?"
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But it is as Claudia had once warned. Lestat is his heart. There is such relief in his nearness. How little time it takes to fall into him.
How intimately they know each other. Lestat, the only person on this earth who had seen Louis' brown eyes.
Lestat, who says will any of them be able to look at me the way you do? and Louis feels the old covetous flare of desire. All this time, wanting Lestat all to himself.
A held breath. Looking at him, conflicting emotions tangling in his chest.
"My account," softly, absolution for Daniel. "My memories."
His thumb, running along Lestat's knuckles as he tells him, "Is this what you want me to give you? Your portrait?"