Breaking his own rules and intentions by taking Louis' by the face with his hands. How can he not?
But what can Lestat say? Please don't be broken, I need you. Or something even more absurd, like, I'm sorry. The terrible and endless fount of explanation, excuses, reasoning, threatening to break like a furious river against a weakened dam, but even if he allowed it to break, it changes nothing.
But he can hear Louis' heart. Feel it, in that strange, near-subconscious attunement shared between them. He can feel himself crumbling, but the fear also crumbles, fear of rejection or doing the wrong thing, fear of that certain hatred that hasn't left Louis' voice. Lestat looks at him now and he sees Claudia looking back, that desperate searching look that asked him why this was happening, why did it hurt so badly, why couldn't he make it stop?
He had stood frozen, and made himself watch. Here, a choking sound leaves him, and his arms go around Louis, am embrace so insistent they both stagger a step.
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But what can Lestat say? Please don't be broken, I need you. Or something even more absurd, like, I'm sorry. The terrible and endless fount of explanation, excuses, reasoning, threatening to break like a furious river against a weakened dam, but even if he allowed it to break, it changes nothing.
But he can hear Louis' heart. Feel it, in that strange, near-subconscious attunement shared between them. He can feel himself crumbling, but the fear also crumbles, fear of rejection or doing the wrong thing, fear of that certain hatred that hasn't left Louis' voice. Lestat looks at him now and he sees Claudia looking back, that desperate searching look that asked him why this was happening, why did it hurt so badly, why couldn't he make it stop?
He had stood frozen, and made himself watch. Here, a choking sound leaves him, and his arms go around Louis, am embrace so insistent they both stagger a step.