Feels like a counterpoint to Louis, whose attention is all in fragments.
"I need to think," also feels like a clear counterpoint. What does his mind need? A plan. A way forward. He needs to think on how he'll kill the coven. The audience, he'll leave for Claudia.
A thing that feels rational in this moment, a respectful division of labor. She'd laid her claim. Louis will allow her that. She'd be angry with him, overstepping and leaving nothing for her.
(She's gone, she's gone, it doesn't matter, because she is gone.)
Louis' study sharpens. Perceiving, perhaps, the gesture being made, the care inherent in it. Feels the way it threatens to disarm him, hook the soft parts of his heart that are so attuned to Lestat's proximity.
"Go on," is a slower repetition, as he comes down off that last step.
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Feels like a counterpoint to Louis, whose attention is all in fragments.
"I need to think," also feels like a clear counterpoint. What does his mind need? A plan. A way forward. He needs to think on how he'll kill the coven. The audience, he'll leave for Claudia.
A thing that feels rational in this moment, a respectful division of labor. She'd laid her claim. Louis will allow her that. She'd be angry with him, overstepping and leaving nothing for her.
(She's gone, she's gone, it doesn't matter, because she is gone.)
Louis' study sharpens. Perceiving, perhaps, the gesture being made, the care inherent in it. Feels the way it threatens to disarm him, hook the soft parts of his heart that are so attuned to Lestat's proximity.
"Go on," is a slower repetition, as he comes down off that last step.