Louis looks over to him, this measure of time settling between them. The camera comes to rest on one thigh. New Orleans recedes. San Francisco looms closer. Lestat's words in Armand's mouth. The things Armand told him came after, that Louis can't remember still.
It would have been unthinkable, parting Lestat from his music. From his piano above all other things. But parted he has been. Louis saw the wreckage, occupying one corner of that waterlogged cottage.
"Why did you stop?" Louis asks, a gentle invitation. Easily declined, if he chooses.
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Louis looks over to him, this measure of time settling between them. The camera comes to rest on one thigh. New Orleans recedes. San Francisco looms closer. Lestat's words in Armand's mouth. The things Armand told him came after, that Louis can't remember still.
It would have been unthinkable, parting Lestat from his music. From his piano above all other things. But parted he has been. Louis saw the wreckage, occupying one corner of that waterlogged cottage.
"Why did you stop?" Louis asks, a gentle invitation. Easily declined, if he chooses.