Is this what Daniel feared? The way something in Louis shudders to hear these things, the repetition of Armand's devotion passed between them on a park bench?
The thing inside Louis that is still capable of falling into him, falling back to Armand. Wavers in the space where Louis' rage ends and grief begins.
But Claudia. Claudia.
Is the admission enough? If this can be counted as an admission. If it matters that it came only after Daniel had forced his hand.
If it matters that it comes on the heels of something that might be honest.
You changed me.
An echo. Subtle difference in the choice of words.
It will be true forever. No matter where I go, how long I live.
Armand's fingerprints, the impressions of his hands, Louis will carry them all his life. How his life has been changed. How he has been shaped, cultivated. The worrisome suspicions that they would still fit together neatly, regardless of the way Louis feels shattered into something new in these past weeks.
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The thing inside Louis that is still capable of falling into him, falling back to Armand. Wavers in the space where Louis' rage ends and grief begins.
But Claudia. Claudia.
Is the admission enough? If this can be counted as an admission. If it matters that it came only after Daniel had forced his hand.
If it matters that it comes on the heels of something that might be honest.
You changed me.
An echo. Subtle difference in the choice of words.
It will be true forever. No matter where I go, how long I live.
Armand's fingerprints, the impressions of his hands, Louis will carry them all his life. How his life has been changed. How he has been shaped, cultivated. The worrisome suspicions that they would still fit together neatly, regardless of the way Louis feels shattered into something new in these past weeks.
You took from me. You have taken from me, Armand.
Claudia. Lestat.
And in some tangled, complicated way, Daniel.