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๐“›๐“ฎ๐“ผ๐“ฝ๐“ช๐“ฝ ๐“ญ๐“ฎ ๐“›๐“ฒ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ฌ๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ป๐“ฝ ([personal profile] perfectdevil) wrote in [personal profile] deathoftheauthor 2023-11-09 09:19 pm (UTC)

[ Lestat listens, and as Louis speaks he's guiding him to sit amongst the strewn aside blankets and pillows, bolstering the assortment in a way that Louis can angle some up behind him and the wall, so that when he lies back he'll be more propped up than flat out against the comforter on the floor.

The electric blanket is folded up at the foot of the 'bed' and so Lestat drags it toward them and flicks the little controller on the wire to first turn it on, and then turn it to a comfortable temperature enough to warm their ever chilled skin.

He tries not to let his expression slip to something disapproving at the shame in Louis' voice, given everything the two of them have been through tonight, but he can't deny the little twitch of his eyebrow at the idea that Lestat might let him do anything on his own right now. ]


If you need it, Louis, don't hold back. You need to heal. I can get it for you.

[ Lestat considers his own state โ€” the significant loss of blood he'd taken on in his decision to heal Louis, the unlikelihood that he'll have a chance to feed before the following night โ€” and actually, for a second, considers tasting the bottles himselfโ€ฆ before he comes to his senses with a grimace. ]

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