( continued from here. content includes: aftermath of a stab wound; blood, mild gore, vampire-adjacent topics; probably horny hurt/comfort. )
( Louis is too tired to protest for the sake of his dignity; he has very little of that left to be concerned with, and besides, Lestat has seen him in worse states than this. Not more injured, but worse off in other ways, certainly. Lestat had carried him just like this once before, hadn't he — the night Louis had burned down Pointe du Lac and left himself to perish in the flames.
He swims in and out of consciousness as Lestat carries him out through the third floor and the party, spared the knowledge of whatever uneasy looks they might get in this state. He's not asleep, not really, but he isn't entirely aware. He doesn't realize it's raining, or even that they've made it outside, until the first cool drops hit his cheek.
He looks up from where he's tucked his face against Lestat's jaw, breathing in the fresh air, the cool scent of the rain-soaked city streets. )
Ah... we'll be in a state when we get home, won't we?
event log continuation; backdated to 10/27
( Louis is too tired to protest for the sake of his dignity; he has very little of that left to be concerned with, and besides, Lestat has seen him in worse states than this. Not more injured, but worse off in other ways, certainly. Lestat had carried him just like this once before, hadn't he — the night Louis had burned down Pointe du Lac and left himself to perish in the flames.
He swims in and out of consciousness as Lestat carries him out through the third floor and the party, spared the knowledge of whatever uneasy looks they might get in this state. He's not asleep, not really, but he isn't entirely aware. He doesn't realize it's raining, or even that they've made it outside, until the first cool drops hit his cheek.
He looks up from where he's tucked his face against Lestat's jaw, breathing in the fresh air, the cool scent of the rain-soaked city streets. )
Ah... we'll be in a state when we get home, won't we?