For this, Armand curls up out of his pancaking, receiving the key and bauble onto his palm. He is in the mood to think that the keychain is a mocking touch, but enough presence of mind to identify the impulse as stupid and self-indulgent, aggravating a shitty mood on purpose. He should treat these gestures like the painted ceiling, appreciate them without sifting around for meaning.
Should. He holds the glass up to discern some of its colour against the lamplight, permits an amused exhale. A sun charm. It might be a nice way to decorate, the next time he decides to set down some roots. Stained glass, skylights, dangling crystals.
"I'll keep you appraised," dry, but not cold. Slips a finger through the metal hoop.
Considers saying—
"They're going to get you killed," out of his mouth unchecked. "What we're doing here tonight, it'll buy you time. A means to defend yourself. But you're not at strength, not for another several decades."
And Lestat had understood, hadn't he, keeping Louis and Claudia a secret even from themselves? He must understand now and simply doesn't care. Louis understands very little, cocksure a century later from killing the Parisian coven. This is all so stupid.
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Should. He holds the glass up to discern some of its colour against the lamplight, permits an amused exhale. A sun charm. It might be a nice way to decorate, the next time he decides to set down some roots. Stained glass, skylights, dangling crystals.
"I'll keep you appraised," dry, but not cold. Slips a finger through the metal hoop.
Considers saying—
"They're going to get you killed," out of his mouth unchecked. "What we're doing here tonight, it'll buy you time. A means to defend yourself. But you're not at strength, not for another several decades."
And Lestat had understood, hadn't he, keeping Louis and Claudia a secret even from themselves? He must understand now and simply doesn't care. Louis understands very little, cocksure a century later from killing the Parisian coven. This is all so stupid.