The back of the chair splinters in Louis' hands. Splinters and upholstery crumble to the carpet, some incidental awareness of the scrapes on his palms as Louis releases his grip.
The movement in Louis' body is subtle. A flinch back and away from the force of Lestat's shouting that calcifies, coils into brittle tension.
Louis, who has been near silent throughout this negotiation, feels Lestat's dismissal like a sunburst. Something that scalds from the inside out. Daniel is talking. Louis' palms are scraped. Perhaps it would be more productive for him to say nothing.
"He wants to scold," Louis answers, as if the question had been given to him. Words like a gathering thunderstorm. Breath coming faster, regardless of how steady his words, how still he's gone.
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The back of the chair splinters in Louis' hands. Splinters and upholstery crumble to the carpet, some incidental awareness of the scrapes on his palms as Louis releases his grip.
The movement in Louis' body is subtle. A flinch back and away from the force of Lestat's shouting that calcifies, coils into brittle tension.
Louis, who has been near silent throughout this negotiation, feels Lestat's dismissal like a sunburst. Something that scalds from the inside out. Daniel is talking. Louis' palms are scraped. Perhaps it would be more productive for him to say nothing.
"He wants to scold," Louis answers, as if the question had been given to him. Words like a gathering thunderstorm. Breath coming faster, regardless of how steady his words, how still he's gone.