[ Lestat wants more than anything in this moment, for things to just be still; he doesn't want easy, he's never wanted easy, and he doesn't want things to change because he doesn't want to be beaten, but for things to be still for just a while... If things were still he could find his footing, he could take his time with Louis instead of trying to undo and mend centuries of mistakes in a matter of days, he could try to articulate what is happening to him without shutting himself away in some room somewhere with a typewriter.
Louis starts to pet at his hair, and Lestat makes a strange hiccuping noise in response, pressed into Louis' skin. The relief is instantaneous even as his body prickles with tension, trying to become accustomed to the sensation. He screws his eyes tightly shut. ]
I hope so.
[ It falls out of his mouth before he can stop it. And immediately he has to fight the urge to retract and recoil from it like it burns to be out in the open. Instead, he forces himself to focus on the feeling of Louis' hand in his, the chill of his skin, the beat of his pulse. Just like the first night they were reunited in this place, Louis is the anchor that brings him back from tumbling thoughts that make his heart feel too small and weak to survive the crush of his chest. ]
Ah, Louis.. [ He gives a resigned sigh before turning his face a little and softly doofing his head on Louis' shoulder. Slowly, his shoulders shake in laughter. ] Ignore me. You know what a fool I can be.
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Louis starts to pet at his hair, and Lestat makes a strange hiccuping noise in response, pressed into Louis' skin. The relief is instantaneous even as his body prickles with tension, trying to become accustomed to the sensation. He screws his eyes tightly shut. ]
I hope so.
[ It falls out of his mouth before he can stop it. And immediately he has to fight the urge to retract and recoil from it like it burns to be out in the open. Instead, he forces himself to focus on the feeling of Louis' hand in his, the chill of his skin, the beat of his pulse. Just like the first night they were reunited in this place, Louis is the anchor that brings him back from tumbling thoughts that make his heart feel too small and weak to survive the crush of his chest. ]
Ah, Louis.. [ He gives a resigned sigh before turning his face a little and softly doofing his head on Louis' shoulder. Slowly, his shoulders shake in laughter. ] Ignore me. You know what a fool I can be.