The accusation winds that point of tension tighter in Louis, a simultaneous bracing alongside the unconscious reaction to the rattled warning of Lestat's voice.
His knuckles are whitening over the back of the chair.
A separate argument caught behind Louis' teeth. Who suffered what. What Armand took. The roots in Louis that exist still to be yanked upon. Seventy-seven years of companionship that do not untangle simply because Louis stepped away. Fingerprints dug into him as if Louis had been wet concrete, which belong to Lestat and which have been overlaid by Armand.
He feels baited. (Or just helpless, cornered.) But his jaw clicks closed, eyes intent on Lestat as Daniel makes his appeal.
Louis won't undercut him. Doesn't want Lestat to make good on his threats to go.
The wood creaks quietly under his hands, a comical addition to Daniel's extended hand, but that can't be helped.
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His knuckles are whitening over the back of the chair.
A separate argument caught behind Louis' teeth. Who suffered what. What Armand took. The roots in Louis that exist still to be yanked upon. Seventy-seven years of companionship that do not untangle simply because Louis stepped away. Fingerprints dug into him as if Louis had been wet concrete, which belong to Lestat and which have been overlaid by Armand.
He feels baited. (Or just helpless, cornered.) But his jaw clicks closed, eyes intent on Lestat as Daniel makes his appeal.
Louis won't undercut him. Doesn't want Lestat to make good on his threats to go.
The wood creaks quietly under his hands, a comical addition to Daniel's extended hand, but that can't be helped.