They are both indulging tonight, Louis thinks. Only Lestat has been drinking and Louis has not, so what excuse does he have for offering:
"Can still dance whenever we like."
As if it is so simple. Louis knows it is not.
He also knows that Lestat says these things and it becomes so difficult to breathe. Air caches in Louis' lungs. He'd been talking about moments ago here in this crowded, mostly indifferent bar. But Lestat is talking about New Orleans and the delirious perfection of that last dance. He is talking about who Louis was once, about the life they had together.
The altar. The things Lestat had thought then, and Louis hadn't known until now.
What else he can he do but make this promise?
"Still got an eternity for us to learn some new steps."
This on the heels of a drag off his own cigarette, looking away, into the warmth of the bar. The muffled attempts at a second Johnny Cash tune, some mismatched stomping of feet in time with the song. Exhales a cloud of smoke as he looks back, meets Lestat's eyes.
no subject
"Can still dance whenever we like."
As if it is so simple. Louis knows it is not.
He also knows that Lestat says these things and it becomes so difficult to breathe. Air caches in Louis' lungs. He'd been talking about moments ago here in this crowded, mostly indifferent bar. But Lestat is talking about New Orleans and the delirious perfection of that last dance. He is talking about who Louis was once, about the life they had together.
The altar. The things Lestat had thought then, and Louis hadn't known until now.
What else he can he do but make this promise?
"Still got an eternity for us to learn some new steps."
This on the heels of a drag off his own cigarette, looking away, into the warmth of the bar. The muffled attempts at a second Johnny Cash tune, some mismatched stomping of feet in time with the song. Exhales a cloud of smoke as he looks back, meets Lestat's eyes.