The threat of sharp teeth at his throat, the ambiguity of the hand closing at the back of his vest. Doesn't matter. Lestat holds Louis to him, because Louis is alive, rescued, and if he has done nothing else in his cursed life, it is this.
And maybe he will never hold him again. Something he knows as he loosens his arms and grips Louis by the shoulders, Lestat drawing back. That waxy look, now, of a vampire well drained, bringing up the smear of blood tears a little brighter, but his eyeline is steady as he meets Louis' eye.
"Come with me now," he says. "Whatever you do next, do this one thing first."
no subject
The threat of sharp teeth at his throat, the ambiguity of the hand closing at the back of his vest. Doesn't matter. Lestat holds Louis to him, because Louis is alive, rescued, and if he has done nothing else in his cursed life, it is this.
And maybe he will never hold him again. Something he knows as he loosens his arms and grips Louis by the shoulders, Lestat drawing back. That waxy look, now, of a vampire well drained, bringing up the smear of blood tears a little brighter, but his eyeline is steady as he meets Louis' eye.
"Come with me now," he says. "Whatever you do next, do this one thing first."