[ Lestat brushes his thumbs over Louis' soft eyelashes, brushing away the faint traces of tears with a reverent gesture. Then, as though he's only just remembered that his body is crying out for the sustenance he'd spent healing Louis' wound, he brings his thumb to his mouth and uses his tongue and lips to clear away the traces of the tears with movements so soft it's like a kiss. ]
I hope so, my heart.
[ He could say a million things; that he has no intention of putting Louis through that, that he won't allow the City to take advantage of him in that way, that he would recognise and come back to Louis at the end of the earth when all their features are worn away by time and all they have is the connection between their souls... but nothing feels like it matters quite as much as bringing a hand up to the back of Louis' neck to reel him in and kissing him again. ]
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I hope so, my heart.
[ He could say a million things; that he has no intention of putting Louis through that, that he won't allow the City to take advantage of him in that way, that he would recognise and come back to Louis at the end of the earth when all their features are worn away by time and all they have is the connection between their souls... but nothing feels like it matters quite as much as bringing a hand up to the back of Louis' neck to reel him in and kissing him again. ]