Lestat says nothing, yet, to Louis' ushering. He complies with raised brows and a mischievous gleam in his eyes that will say enough all on its own, even as he tempers his smile to a solemn line on their turn.
I thought of calling out to you, he says, with that very gift in question. Should I, next time?
There's a lilt of teasing to the thought, but it's one undercut by the pang of more complex feelings lying below. He hadn't been quite so sanguine in the moment. It was strange, as it has always been for the past decades, to find himself struck by a pang of fear for any person other than himself.
He's tempted to press his suit on the subject of cohabitation here and now. Louis brought it up first, even if only as a hypothetical. Lestat is sure they would both benefit from ending this farce of a separation. For all of Louis' talk, they're no less entangled than they've ever been - and surely, he must see that.
But he can be patient. Patient and good, shepherded to whatever little nook Louis has in mind for continuing their conversation. That will have to be progress enough for the moment.
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I thought of calling out to you, he says, with that very gift in question. Should I, next time?
There's a lilt of teasing to the thought, but it's one undercut by the pang of more complex feelings lying below. He hadn't been quite so sanguine in the moment. It was strange, as it has always been for the past decades, to find himself struck by a pang of fear for any person other than himself.
He's tempted to press his suit on the subject of cohabitation here and now. Louis brought it up first, even if only as a hypothetical. Lestat is sure they would both benefit from ending this farce of a separation. For all of Louis' talk, they're no less entangled than they've ever been - and surely, he must see that.
But he can be patient. Patient and good, shepherded to whatever little nook Louis has in mind for continuing their conversation. That will have to be progress enough for the moment.