A scream of sunlight bronzing the silk-toned, everlasting loop of something Louis has accepted to be the truth: You were still in the building. You were still in the building. You were still in the building. You were still in the building. You were still in the building. You were still in the building. You were still in the building. You were still in the building. You were still in the buil—
Severed, so abruptly that the pain multiplies. (The sun never hurts; it's absence is where the agony lives.) That Daniel's embrace is an agony of its own in that initial plunge into darkness as the door bangs closed again.
Help him, Lestat had said, and Louis is uncertain whether or not he managed even that.
The sunlight slices in around the cracks in the door before vanishing. Lestat is laughing. Louis can't feel his body, chilled through in spite of Daniel's grasp on him.
Echoing after, words like ice gliding beneath the waves: I'll kill you if you come near him again, I'll kill you, I'll kill you.
Words that lack heat in spite of the tremor of anger that accompanies that. Scalded. Flaking ash. Hands clutching clumsily at Daniel's face in some stubborn inclination towards protection.
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Severed, so abruptly that the pain multiplies. (The sun never hurts; it's absence is where the agony lives.) That Daniel's embrace is an agony of its own in that initial plunge into darkness as the door bangs closed again.
Help him, Lestat had said, and Louis is uncertain whether or not he managed even that.
The sunlight slices in around the cracks in the door before vanishing. Lestat is laughing. Louis can't feel his body, chilled through in spite of Daniel's grasp on him.
Echoing after, words like ice gliding beneath the waves: I'll kill you if you come near him again, I'll kill you, I'll kill you.
Words that lack heat in spite of the tremor of anger that accompanies that. Scalded. Flaking ash. Hands clutching clumsily at Daniel's face in some stubborn inclination towards protection.