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helen of troy. ([personal profile] divorcing) wrote in [personal profile] followups 2024-11-09 01:16 am (UTC)

Louis is still, listening. Watching.

Remembering.

A moment where a memory of a dream of Lestat comes to his mind, the sweet encouragement of Tell me, mon cher. Tender in a way Louis feels now, as Daniel looks at him, begins this recitation.

"I wasn't all there sometimes. It was harder during the day."

To be lucid. To stay in his body when he was burning and burning and burning, agony exacerbated by laying beneath windows papered in nothing but newspaper to block the sun.

"Sometimes I heard you."

Because Daniel would be screaming, agony loud enough to carry through the door that was sometimes open, often closed. Armand had stopped screaming, by then.

Louis' hand stretches along the coverlet, maintaining the invitation. A silent Come here open, for Daniel to bend towards to whatever extent he feels inclined to indulge.

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