[ Lestat has been holding Louis so tightly to his side as of late that when he stretches out like that, it's almost as if he forgot that such a sight could exist; it's always been Louis' face, his hands, his shoulders, his hair... but now he's taken right back to how he'd been entranced by the sight of Louis taking off his sweater, and Lestat feels his fingers flex in the air, relieved he's no longer clinging to his shoulders for fear of his own mindless strength. ]
Big enough for two, I should think, and then some.
[ Lestat is captivated by Louis at the best of times, but so on show like this he becomes unfalteringly aware of how elegant and masterfully made he is, how delicate the cross of his ankles is, how powerful his legs are, the angle of him stretched out like Ophelia in the lake. He is overwhelmed by the need to touch, and heartbroken by the idea that he shouldn't, that he can't, because it would be the stone to finally shatter his already crumbling glass house. ]
So.. [ He blinks hard, clears his throat a little. It's a Herculean effort to wrench his eyes from Louis' form when all he wants to do is press against him like he does when they sleep. ] Can you stand to be without it in your life still?
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Big enough for two, I should think, and then some.
[ Lestat is captivated by Louis at the best of times, but so on show like this he becomes unfalteringly aware of how elegant and masterfully made he is, how delicate the cross of his ankles is, how powerful his legs are, the angle of him stretched out like Ophelia in the lake. He is overwhelmed by the need to touch, and heartbroken by the idea that he shouldn't, that he can't, because it would be the stone to finally shatter his already crumbling glass house. ]
So.. [ He blinks hard, clears his throat a little. It's a Herculean effort to wrench his eyes from Louis' form when all he wants to do is press against him like he does when they sleep. ] Can you stand to be without it in your life still?