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ʟᴏᴜɪs ᴅᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛᴇ ᴅᴜ ʟᴀᴄ ([personal profile] deathoftheauthor) wrote 2023-11-04 10:09 pm (UTC)

( A blink. )

Did I?

( He hadn't noticed, and hadn't entirely realized his thoughts had been wandering that way. He looks puzzled, then thoughtful as he tries to retrace his steps. Difficult when his mind doesn't truly want to land on any one thing for too long. )

I was just looking at you. Admiring you.

( He doesn't have the blood to blush, but he looks like he wants to, a soft smile on his lips. His hands trail upward, thumbs brushing Lestat's jaw, then caressing his face and cheeks with the same sort of careful movements that Lestat's just lavished on him. His hands are slightly clumsy from weakness, but it's worth the effort to see Lestat's handsome face emerge clean and shining and white beneath the streaks of blood and paint. )

... My thoughts were drifting, but I was wishing that that I could have seen you this way before you changed. Your recent change, I mean. ( So delicate, not wanting to upset him. ) To me you don't look very different at all, and yet I'm sure that you are, that you must be. And I was wondering what you think about that, and how it makes you feel, and why I hadn't thought to speak of it with you.

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