[ Lestat's eyes flash at that, as if what Louis said was too salacious to be believed. Such a suggestion piques his actors interest entirely, though there's an instinctive flinch about him that wills him to refuse. Perhaps around anyone else he might have, brushed it off like The Vampire Lestat of novel fame would have. But here, just himself and Louis, furnishing their apartment together... It feels so painfully familiar and yet entirely foreign to him. The idea of it is too exciting. ]
Oh.. [ He murmurs, his mind going blank for a few heavenly seconds. He can remember this feeling of nervous hope, jittering enthusiasm for the future, a golden moment. He swallows a sudden knot in his throat and takes Louis by the hand, lacing their fingers. ]
Do you think we could do a convincing job of that now? After so long?
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Oh.. [ He murmurs, his mind going blank for a few heavenly seconds. He can remember this feeling of nervous hope, jittering enthusiasm for the future, a golden moment. He swallows a sudden knot in his throat and takes Louis by the hand, lacing their fingers. ]
Do you think we could do a convincing job of that now? After so long?
[ He hopes so, for his own sake. ]