Lestat pulls his hair around to squeeze it of water, and flicks a discreet look up and down when Louis must inevitably turn away from him and leave the shower. He's a depressed vampire, not dead, et cetera. He wanders across the generous tiled proportions to stop at the glass door, curling his fingers around the edge of it.
Questions. He has a great deal of them, all beginning to vie and jostle for attention. But, of this Lestat is certain, they have all night at least. They have the next day. After that—
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Lestat pulls his hair around to squeeze it of water, and flicks a discreet look up and down when Louis must inevitably turn away from him and leave the shower. He's a depressed vampire, not dead, et cetera. He wanders across the generous tiled proportions to stop at the glass door, curling his fingers around the edge of it.
Questions. He has a great deal of them, all beginning to vie and jostle for attention. But, of this Lestat is certain, they have all night at least. They have the next day. After that—
Well. The hurricane will pass.