Lestat looks positively naughty, like a schoolboy sneaking off behind the bleachers, but Louis is committed to shunting him... wherever. He has no plan, but he spies a door, probably to an office.
Louis drinks the cocktail of Lestat's thoughts, an unfamiliar experience even when Lestat did it back home. It was not long until Lestat asked him to cross the dark divide and thereby pulled the shutter down between their thoughts. Now they don't seem to match his words, which don't seem to match his actions. And he calls Louis a library of confusion.
"So I can hear your last words to me? Haven't we done that song and dance before?" he asks dubiously. Now he looks more than pained, absolutely miserable. Claudia scratching Lestat's last words into her journal-- "Only tell me that you're still here after an attack, or let us die together."
Louis has more time to himself these nights. He has time to figure out what he'd do without Lestat's presence, even if it means nearly freezing his toes off. (Even Lestat can judge, though he is so fond of accusing Louis of this.) It was hard at first. It's hard now. Louis still doesn't know who he is without Lestat, and he thinks it must be sad that a man doesn't know who he even is.
Every time he sees Lestat, he gets all twisted up about it. Entangled, indeed. Hypothetically, there is a measure of comfort and safety to sleeping together when he visits, but at what cost?
cw: death(???)
Louis drinks the cocktail of Lestat's thoughts, an unfamiliar experience even when Lestat did it back home. It was not long until Lestat asked him to cross the dark divide and thereby pulled the shutter down between their thoughts. Now they don't seem to match his words, which don't seem to match his actions. And he calls Louis a library of confusion.
"So I can hear your last words to me? Haven't we done that song and dance before?" he asks dubiously. Now he looks more than pained, absolutely miserable. Claudia scratching Lestat's last words into her journal-- "Only tell me that you're still here after an attack, or let us die together."
Louis has more time to himself these nights. He has time to figure out what he'd do without Lestat's presence, even if it means nearly freezing his toes off. (Even Lestat can judge, though he is so fond of accusing Louis of this.) It was hard at first. It's hard now. Louis still doesn't know who he is without Lestat, and he thinks it must be sad that a man doesn't know who he even is.
Every time he sees Lestat, he gets all twisted up about it. Entangled, indeed. Hypothetically, there is a measure of comfort and safety to sleeping together when he visits, but at what cost?