(Daniel, two coffins away, delayed likely only by his own misgivings about the night's events.)
Lestat, asking this question in hushed tones. Lestat, who has seen Louis struggle, has seen Louis' temper, has seen the worst of his violence and matched it, outstripped it.
Louis' expression flexes tender in the dark, even as he weighs up his own conflicted feelings.
"I did," he murmurs, the outcome of a moment's accounting. A quiet confession. "I felt alive. Had a long stretch there where I didn't feel like I was."
Words that sidestep. It's complicated.
Courting a fight is all that he told Lestat. Louis hadn't lied. But there is also this thing, this quiet desperate thing propelling him to shake himself free of so many years of careful equilibrium. To reassert control after having ceded it for so long.
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(Daniel, two coffins away, delayed likely only by his own misgivings about the night's events.)
Lestat, asking this question in hushed tones. Lestat, who has seen Louis struggle, has seen Louis' temper, has seen the worst of his violence and matched it, outstripped it.
Louis' expression flexes tender in the dark, even as he weighs up his own conflicted feelings.
"I did," he murmurs, the outcome of a moment's accounting. A quiet confession. "I felt alive. Had a long stretch there where I didn't feel like I was."
Words that sidestep. It's complicated.
Courting a fight is all that he told Lestat. Louis hadn't lied. But there is also this thing, this quiet desperate thing propelling him to shake himself free of so many years of careful equilibrium. To reassert control after having ceded it for so long.