[ Lestat can feel something tumultuous in his chest, and its origin is entirely unclear, which is more maddening than anything.
His face eases the torment, and if Louis won't run to him then Lestat will simply have to do it for him. With quicker than natural steps, he's a step away from Louis in a matter of moments, and then their bodies are together, Lestat's arms locking Louis' in place where they squeeze around his ribs.
The contact is a balm, and when he pulls back it's with a smile. ]
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His face eases the torment, and if Louis won't run to him then Lestat will simply have to do it for him. With quicker than natural steps, he's a step away from Louis in a matter of moments, and then their bodies are together, Lestat's arms locking Louis' in place where they squeeze around his ribs.
The contact is a balm, and when he pulls back it's with a smile. ]
See, not a hair out of place.