As if they were not just yelling at each other, digging their claws into vulnerable points. As though Lestat had not crumpled on the ground and waited with every expectation for Louis to walk away, feeling the vibrations of his footfalls through the floorboards, left alone with his mistakes. As if this were yet again some trifling diversion to an inevitable thing.
Another kiss, unwilling to let go just yet. "Let me fix it again," Lestat murmurs against his mouth. "Let me make it whole. Please."
Properly, this time. Not the illusion of repair, distrustful, resentful.
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As if they were not just yelling at each other, digging their claws into vulnerable points. As though Lestat had not crumpled on the ground and waited with every expectation for Louis to walk away, feeling the vibrations of his footfalls through the floorboards, left alone with his mistakes. As if this were yet again some trifling diversion to an inevitable thing.
Another kiss, unwilling to let go just yet. "Let me fix it again," Lestat murmurs against his mouth. "Let me make it whole. Please."
Properly, this time. Not the illusion of repair, distrustful, resentful.