A misstep in the way Louis missteps, accidentally on purpose. Needling quietly, so quietly.
They have done their negotiating. Louis has been unable to keep away from him, unable to shut Lestat out. Algiers had been too far and too close all at once. Was there anywhere far enough to keep Lestat from him? Louis might have swam the Atlantic, after listening to the voices on that record.
Kill Antoinette, they'd said. But some small part of Louis is still stood in their courtyard, asking: Aren't I enough?
They won't survive the argument. (And Louis is laid out beneath him, at a disadvantage, if they ever—) Louis knows this, and it mitigates his answer, only just.
"We just ain't talked about whether or not you're still going to want for that variety. That's all."
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A misstep.
A misstep in the way Louis missteps, accidentally on purpose. Needling quietly, so quietly.
They have done their negotiating. Louis has been unable to keep away from him, unable to shut Lestat out. Algiers had been too far and too close all at once. Was there anywhere far enough to keep Lestat from him? Louis might have swam the Atlantic, after listening to the voices on that record.
Kill Antoinette, they'd said. But some small part of Louis is still stood in their courtyard, asking: Aren't I enough?
They won't survive the argument. (And Louis is laid out beneath him, at a disadvantage, if they ever—) Louis knows this, and it mitigates his answer, only just.
"We just ain't talked about whether or not you're still going to want for that variety. That's all."