That arrogance. It wedges under Louis' skin. Brings out anger and fond exasperation both.
Knows it to be true, more or less, what Lestat says. Arrogant, yes, but maybe when things were good. It has always been difficult. Lestat has had time to discover how to needle Louis into reactions, demonstrations of what he has never been able to say aloud.
"Told Claudia I'd take you," Louis says slowly. Looks away from Lestat to Antoinette. What he's done. How useless. "That I'd have you anyway, even if you lied about her."
Things gone unsaid: Even after what he's done.
"What's my jealousy reminding us of?"
Louis, swimming the Mississippi, record in hand only to smash it in front of Lestat. Louis, looking up to watch Lestat kissing Antoinette on the balcony of the Fairplay. Louis, leaving their home burning with jealousy and shame with Antoinette's giggles in his ears.
It was jealousy. It was something else too, something Louis gave up on arguing about after Claudia.
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Knows it to be true, more or less, what Lestat says. Arrogant, yes, but maybe when things were good. It has always been difficult. Lestat has had time to discover how to needle Louis into reactions, demonstrations of what he has never been able to say aloud.
"Told Claudia I'd take you," Louis says slowly. Looks away from Lestat to Antoinette. What he's done. How useless. "That I'd have you anyway, even if you lied about her."
Things gone unsaid: Even after what he's done.
"What's my jealousy reminding us of?"
Louis, swimming the Mississippi, record in hand only to smash it in front of Lestat. Louis, looking up to watch Lestat kissing Antoinette on the balcony of the Fairplay. Louis, leaving their home burning with jealousy and shame with Antoinette's giggles in his ears.
It was jealousy. It was something else too, something Louis gave up on arguing about after Claudia.