Told Claudia, and Lestat feels some anxious knot in his chest. Unsurprising, of course, it would be more confusing to think that Claudia didn't know, but the knowledge she does, and that she and Louis have already spoken of it—
He did miss his daughter, when she was his daughter. He doesn't know who this grown woman is, only that she loathes him.
Wrenches himself away from these thoughts, a flicker of a blink as he returns focus to Louis. Louis, looking down at his kill. Lestat finds himself stepping nearer. The urge to reach for him. Keeps his hands to himself, but says instead, "That you love me," and it sounds like he is taking a risk in saying it. Like Louis might bat it aside, finally confess to him that he doesn't.
A soft, watery laugh. "That you did love me, at least. For a time."
Before he drove Claudia away. Before he shattered Louis on the earth for failing to do so. Before he gave him every reason not to start again.
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He did miss his daughter, when she was his daughter. He doesn't know who this grown woman is, only that she loathes him.
Wrenches himself away from these thoughts, a flicker of a blink as he returns focus to Louis. Louis, looking down at his kill. Lestat finds himself stepping nearer. The urge to reach for him. Keeps his hands to himself, but says instead, "That you love me," and it sounds like he is taking a risk in saying it. Like Louis might bat it aside, finally confess to him that he doesn't.
A soft, watery laugh. "That you did love me, at least. For a time."
Before he drove Claudia away. Before he shattered Louis on the earth for failing to do so. Before he gave him every reason not to start again.