The images are different this time. Ephemeral, just impressions of things. Armand-but-not standing in the common area of their hotel back in New York, and Louis, wearing an outfit Lestat will have seen later that night. They are speaking. Armand, in an apartment, looking into the dark glass of a window and seeing Louis' reflection, speaking.
Chatty Cathys. (Doesn't matter about what. Doesn't matter, doesn't matter that Armand has been desperate, and lonely, and resentful, and these have mostly been arguments about Daniel. Daniel is not Lestat's business.)
'Slaves. We understood each other. You will treat him like that again. You will beat him again. It is your way.'
Nails on glass. An unpleasant twist of a nerve. Armand doesn't love exposing this, his own pathetic stalking. Willing to endure it if it's a knife that cuts both of them.
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The images are different this time. Ephemeral, just impressions of things. Armand-but-not standing in the common area of their hotel back in New York, and Louis, wearing an outfit Lestat will have seen later that night. They are speaking. Armand, in an apartment, looking into the dark glass of a window and seeing Louis' reflection, speaking.
Chatty Cathys. (Doesn't matter about what. Doesn't matter, doesn't matter that Armand has been desperate, and lonely, and resentful, and these have mostly been arguments about Daniel. Daniel is not Lestat's business.)
'Slaves. We understood each other. You will treat him like that again. You will beat him again. It is your way.'
Nails on glass. An unpleasant twist of a nerve. Armand doesn't love exposing this, his own pathetic stalking. Willing to endure it if it's a knife that cuts both of them.