After almost a century. After what Armand had done. What lost memories and lost time and passing years had made of Louis.
Lestat knows him. Recognizes him.
It steals Louis' breath to hear him say it. To repeat it.
"I do," Louis tells him. "I know you now."
Sees Lestat clearer now than he did then, maybe. The benefit of passing time. Of Daniel. Of sifting through his life and recognizing what had been done, what had been lost.
Louis leans in. Kisses that little rueful flex of Lestat's mouth. Stays there, close, kissing him softly as he does.
It is kissed away as Lestat returns this affection, soft and lingering. Body shifting to settle closer where he straddles Louis' lap, arms sliding around him. Less like he is clinging and more like he is keeping Louis, locking him inside the circle of his embrace, for all that Lestat is currently a frailer creature.
It invokes a twinge of feeling in him, the idea of decades passing and Louis having some new perspective of Lestat. Decides that he likes this feeling, that it's welcome.
Maybe this is love. Knowing someone this way, and wanting them. Maybe it's the same. And if he still wants the thing said out loud, well. He's a romantic, what can be said?
"And I wish to know the years we have been apart," he says, between kisses. "Whenever you are ready to tell me them, Louis."
"Not tonight," Louis says softly. "But yeah. We gonna talk about what's gone out while we been away from each other."
A promise.
They shouldn't keep secrets. And it isn't a secret, not really, it's only that Louis doesn't know how to say it all the right way. The way that won't have Lestat looking at him with pity.
They'll find their way. Louis trusts that much at least. They'll find their way forward, together.
He slides both arms around Lestat's waist, draws him more securely into his lap. Lets Lestat hold him in return, takes comfort in this. They fit together, just as they always have.
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Lestat knows him. Recognizes him.
It steals Louis' breath to hear him say it. To repeat it.
"I do," Louis tells him. "I know you now."
Sees Lestat clearer now than he did then, maybe. The benefit of passing time. Of Daniel. Of sifting through his life and recognizing what had been done, what had been lost.
Louis leans in. Kisses that little rueful flex of Lestat's mouth. Stays there, close, kissing him softly as he does.
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It invokes a twinge of feeling in him, the idea of decades passing and Louis having some new perspective of Lestat. Decides that he likes this feeling, that it's welcome.
Maybe this is love. Knowing someone this way, and wanting them. Maybe it's the same. And if he still wants the thing said out loud, well. He's a romantic, what can be said?
"And I wish to know the years we have been apart," he says, between kisses. "Whenever you are ready to tell me them, Louis."
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A promise.
They shouldn't keep secrets. And it isn't a secret, not really, it's only that Louis doesn't know how to say it all the right way. The way that won't have Lestat looking at him with pity.
They'll find their way. Louis trusts that much at least. They'll find their way forward, together.
He slides both arms around Lestat's waist, draws him more securely into his lap. Lets Lestat hold him in return, takes comfort in this. They fit together, just as they always have.