Useless, foolish impulse. Louis had left. Louis had imposed space between them. Louis is here now, measuring himself against all the people who touch Lestat freely and easily without decades of baggage and envying them all the privilege.
All his old jealousies, alive and well. Daniel would laugh to hear him.
So released, Louis makes a small gesture in the air, dismissive of the concept of fair. A little late, after Louis has unearthed their history already.
"Just wanna be sure you get what you need from it, without letting me be a distraction."
Or worse, a tempering influence. Interfering, when that is the last thing he wishes to do.
Strangely, the thought of its occurrence gives him no pleasure at all. One would imagine, camera and lights, a revenge fantasy, intensive attention, a global debut of his own story would appeal, and maybe it does, but there is something to it that feels like going to war. Maybe against Louis, but this feels far from likely in this moment.
But against the murmurings he hears in the world. The mortals with his name in their minds, their mouths. The vampires, murmuring their threats and schemes and plotting out into the ocean of the Many, giving them something to really talk about. Yes, something exciting about it, but more akin to the feeling one has the split second before caving to anger than the adoration he'd been stoking downstairs.
Maybe there will be something else to be gained. Clarity, redemption, revelation. He isn't banking on it.
But smiles across at Louis, enduring his graciousness, his kindness, the way it is all completely sincere. He wonders what it would do to them if they fucked. If they fought.
"Well," he says, a look tossed aside, as if distracted by some little sound somewhere, "we shall see how our schedules align. You are not obliged."
Discarding the topic, having not quite managed to bait what he'd wanted. But still, friendly, his step near, a hand to Louis' arm.
"Come. They'll start wondering what it is the Vampire Lestat has done with that handsome man he was seen with earlier. I will introduce you to the rest of the band." Larry and Alex, some of the other musicians, perhaps. Show Louis off to them, this vampire he made, who loved him once.
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Louis cannot help but note it.
Useless, foolish impulse. Louis had left. Louis had imposed space between them. Louis is here now, measuring himself against all the people who touch Lestat freely and easily without decades of baggage and envying them all the privilege.
All his old jealousies, alive and well. Daniel would laugh to hear him.
So released, Louis makes a small gesture in the air, dismissive of the concept of fair. A little late, after Louis has unearthed their history already.
"Just wanna be sure you get what you need from it, without letting me be a distraction."
Or worse, a tempering influence. Interfering, when that is the last thing he wishes to do.
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Strangely, the thought of its occurrence gives him no pleasure at all. One would imagine, camera and lights, a revenge fantasy, intensive attention, a global debut of his own story would appeal, and maybe it does, but there is something to it that feels like going to war. Maybe against Louis, but this feels far from likely in this moment.
But against the murmurings he hears in the world. The mortals with his name in their minds, their mouths. The vampires, murmuring their threats and schemes and plotting out into the ocean of the Many, giving them something to really talk about. Yes, something exciting about it, but more akin to the feeling one has the split second before caving to anger than the adoration he'd been stoking downstairs.
Maybe there will be something else to be gained. Clarity, redemption, revelation. He isn't banking on it.
But smiles across at Louis, enduring his graciousness, his kindness, the way it is all completely sincere. He wonders what it would do to them if they fucked. If they fought.
"Well," he says, a look tossed aside, as if distracted by some little sound somewhere, "we shall see how our schedules align. You are not obliged."
Discarding the topic, having not quite managed to bait what he'd wanted. But still, friendly, his step near, a hand to Louis' arm.
"Come. They'll start wondering what it is the Vampire Lestat has done with that handsome man he was seen with earlier. I will introduce you to the rest of the band." Larry and Alex, some of the other musicians, perhaps. Show Louis off to them, this vampire he made, who loved him once.