What if he slides to the floor and cries and cries?
He sort of does. He isn't real, here, none of this is, so there is a version where Lestat's desire to do that is that, fitful keening that Louis could say such things about him, to this mortal, to Armand, to himself. He also stops trying to break down the door. There is nothing on the other side. Void.
Lestat looks over, where Armand crouches over his fledgling. Here, a funny little undercurrent of misgiving. Yes, Lestat would like Armand to renounce his claim to best sever remaining ties between him and Louis. But also, a vaguely animal impulse. He has been travelling with Daniel, hunting with Daniel, teaching Daniel things in his own haphazard way. The mortal word for it would be 'friends'. Maybe it's the vampire word too.
But the instinct feels a little less complicated. Possessive. Stop touching that one, it's his. Or Louis', which is like being also his.
"I wanted you to listen to me," comes out both in a creaky little voice as well as a serene, level one. The former left behind, as he adds, "Must I repeat myself, Amadeo?"
In the real world, Armand's shoulder dislocates under the press of Lestat's hand. And in here—
No mad dash to escape. No, here he is, already, in Armand's mind. How best to make his point known and understood? Hooks tear, a sound like wood shattering as the little apartment is rent asunder. Lestat, wolfish, moving to tackle Armand off of Daniel, to tumble into the darkness.
Reaching within. He should leave, because he already left, already abandoned his fledgling. Maybe Armand needs to recall what it was like. They both know.
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He sort of does. He isn't real, here, none of this is, so there is a version where Lestat's desire to do that is that, fitful keening that Louis could say such things about him, to this mortal, to Armand, to himself. He also stops trying to break down the door. There is nothing on the other side. Void.
Lestat looks over, where Armand crouches over his fledgling. Here, a funny little undercurrent of misgiving. Yes, Lestat would like Armand to renounce his claim to best sever remaining ties between him and Louis. But also, a vaguely animal impulse. He has been travelling with Daniel, hunting with Daniel, teaching Daniel things in his own haphazard way. The mortal word for it would be 'friends'. Maybe it's the vampire word too.
But the instinct feels a little less complicated. Possessive. Stop touching that one, it's his. Or Louis', which is like being also his.
"I wanted you to listen to me," comes out both in a creaky little voice as well as a serene, level one. The former left behind, as he adds, "Must I repeat myself, Amadeo?"
In the real world, Armand's shoulder dislocates under the press of Lestat's hand. And in here—
No mad dash to escape. No, here he is, already, in Armand's mind. How best to make his point known and understood? Hooks tear, a sound like wood shattering as the little apartment is rent asunder. Lestat, wolfish, moving to tackle Armand off of Daniel, to tumble into the darkness.
Reaching within. He should leave, because he already left, already abandoned his fledgling. Maybe Armand needs to recall what it was like. They both know.