"Yes," is a whisper, unconscious agreement. Remembering.
But Louis had felt such joy. He remembers that. Lestat and him, laughing together. The moonlight catching in Lestat's hair, the blue of his eyes electric whenever their eyes met. They'd gone tearing through the night together. It had been all adrenaline and exultation and Louis' first staggering steps had been haphazardly shepherded along.
This is not anything like it.
An apology, choking Louis. Wanting to say over and over, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
"Sit," Louis coaxes instead. "You're half-finished."
Not quite true. The thing is done. Daniel is only acclimating to it. His body is only catching up. Daniel's eyes shifting and Louis' hands coming up to cup his face, watch the sharp flint-blue of them be swallowed by jeweled amber instead. Feels it like a loss.
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But Louis had felt such joy. He remembers that. Lestat and him, laughing together. The moonlight catching in Lestat's hair, the blue of his eyes electric whenever their eyes met. They'd gone tearing through the night together. It had been all adrenaline and exultation and Louis' first staggering steps had been haphazardly shepherded along.
This is not anything like it.
An apology, choking Louis. Wanting to say over and over, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
"Sit," Louis coaxes instead. "You're half-finished."
Not quite true. The thing is done. Daniel is only acclimating to it. His body is only catching up. Daniel's eyes shifting and Louis' hands coming up to cup his face, watch the sharp flint-blue of them be swallowed by jeweled amber instead. Feels it like a loss.