It had been cold, cold, cold as he and Claudia had moved back and forth through the war front. Trekked into the dark in search of the vampires Claudia had hoped to be more than stories.
Far from this, the kind of chill that comes to a city so lively it never truly quiets.
"I like walking with you," doesn't necessarily exclude ice skating. Maybe if Lestat applies enough pleading eyes, enough pressure, Louis will capitulate. "Reminds me of home."
In which home is as much Lestat as it is New Orleans.
He has Armand's voice now still, a needle sharp nudge, recasting the comfort Louis takes in these things, these memories, the familiarity of finding his way to them in the present.
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Far from this, the kind of chill that comes to a city so lively it never truly quiets.
"I like walking with you," doesn't necessarily exclude ice skating. Maybe if Lestat applies enough pleading eyes, enough pressure, Louis will capitulate. "Reminds me of home."
In which home is as much Lestat as it is New Orleans.
He has Armand's voice now still, a needle sharp nudge, recasting the comfort Louis takes in these things, these memories, the familiarity of finding his way to them in the present.