There are moments when it felt close. Their night at the opera. Enclosed in Lestat's cottage, a hurricane battering the windows. Their shared pain, easier to access than long years apart and the damage Louis had collected.
His fingertips come away with a sheen of glitter.
"It was good," Louis agrees. The words he'd chosen for Daniel: a coal fire, vital, life-giving warmth. Lestat had been that. Could still be, maybe.
"I'll try."
An honest offer.
"We can try. I'll give you what I can."
Which parts, if any, will come easy.
His fingers catch the stringy ends of Lestat's hair. Smiles a little, for the mess of him. How lovely he is still.
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There are moments when it felt close. Their night at the opera. Enclosed in Lestat's cottage, a hurricane battering the windows. Their shared pain, easier to access than long years apart and the damage Louis had collected.
His fingertips come away with a sheen of glitter.
"It was good," Louis agrees. The words he'd chosen for Daniel: a coal fire, vital, life-giving warmth. Lestat had been that. Could still be, maybe.
"I'll try."
An honest offer.
"We can try. I'll give you what I can."
Which parts, if any, will come easy.
His fingers catch the stringy ends of Lestat's hair. Smiles a little, for the mess of him. How lovely he is still.