The most natural urge in the world would be to close the distance between them, press a kiss to Louis' mouth.
Terrible and hurtful that he cannot, does not, that Lestat must partake in the tedium that is counting his blessings, of Louis in the same coffin as he, Louis saying sweet assurances (even if they have loopholes, yes, Lestat notices), Louis alive and warm and welcoming. But he does it anyway, because he is a saint and a martyr. Or rather, because they are blessings, true ones, and it feels good to count them anyway.
A subtle shift, a closer entangling, and Lestat allows the conversation to do as he'd requested and appease him. Sleeping assured that Louis cannot easily go anywhere, while he has him in his claws.
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Terrible and hurtful that he cannot, does not, that Lestat must partake in the tedium that is counting his blessings, of Louis in the same coffin as he, Louis saying sweet assurances (even if they have loopholes, yes, Lestat notices), Louis alive and warm and welcoming. But he does it anyway, because he is a saint and a martyr. Or rather, because they are blessings, true ones, and it feels good to count them anyway.
A subtle shift, a closer entangling, and Lestat allows the conversation to do as he'd requested and appease him. Sleeping assured that Louis cannot easily go anywhere, while he has him in his claws.