[ Lestat catches that eye roll and immediately it turns his grin towards self-satisfaction, but with an edge of something else; Louis knows him better than anyone, after all, and can see straight through his posturing without any need for Lestat to do it at all... and yet somehow he still feels like he must, that somehow Louis knowing his more tender side and admitting it with words are two entirely different things. He isn't wrong, either. He really hasn't given Lestat many opportunities, but Lestat also knows that the last thing he deserved when he and Louis were together was the opportunity to care for him. What could he have possibly done?
Lestat watches him lift the bottle to his lips, trying not to squint at the uncanny scent in the air that he recognises but somehow feels wrong. He reaches a hand out to rest softly on Louis side, palm over his ribs, feeling the veins beneath his skin fatten and flex with the shift of his muscles as he drinks, but with none of the comforting warmth or the thrill of the bite.
Nevertheless, Lestat finds it oddly... enticing, to watch him drink. Even if it's not living blood, even if the ritual is gone, Louis is still feeding in some abstract sense, and Lestat gets caught up outright staring at him, thumb brushing over and over the same spot on his side as he does.
When he's finished, Lestat licks his lips as if he were the one drinking, and blinks through the slight reverie it put him in. ]
Well, here's to many more opportunities in future.
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Lestat watches him lift the bottle to his lips, trying not to squint at the uncanny scent in the air that he recognises but somehow feels wrong. He reaches a hand out to rest softly on Louis side, palm over his ribs, feeling the veins beneath his skin fatten and flex with the shift of his muscles as he drinks, but with none of the comforting warmth or the thrill of the bite.
Nevertheless, Lestat finds it oddly... enticing, to watch him drink. Even if it's not living blood, even if the ritual is gone, Louis is still feeding in some abstract sense, and Lestat gets caught up outright staring at him, thumb brushing over and over the same spot on his side as he does.
When he's finished, Lestat licks his lips as if he were the one drinking, and blinks through the slight reverie it put him in. ]
Well, here's to many more opportunities in future.