( It's a stranger feeling than Louis anticipated, seeing Armand in the garb of an era he so strongly associates with his own mortal years and the first years that he spent with Lestat. Nostalgia and bittersweetness gives way to something like disorientation; for an instant, Louis can almost glimpse another life he might have led, but the image is fleeting and flickering.
Louis had met Armand in the early twilight of the 19th century, and he had been Lestat's opposite in almost every way. He stood out for his unnatural calm, for the power and presence behind those dark eyes; he never had to raise his voice, nor did he play at being mortal. Lestat had been a golden, glittering thing, brash and mercurial, a beam of sunlight in the darkness; Armand was the ocean, vast and fathomless and unknowable, and Louis had been so helplessly drawn to those depths.
He's never seen him look so dazzling, though, that he could easily stand next to Lestat and hold his own.
Louis' shock lasts only seconds, and then his face softens into a smile. )
Armand... you look immaculate. Lestat couldn't have chosen better for you himself.
( Is he saying that to goad Lestat a little? ... Perhaps. Louis isn't above getting under his beloved's skin, and it's an easier thing to articulate than this strange feeling that he's stepped through a door and into another life. )
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Louis had met Armand in the early twilight of the 19th century, and he had been Lestat's opposite in almost every way. He stood out for his unnatural calm, for the power and presence behind those dark eyes; he never had to raise his voice, nor did he play at being mortal. Lestat had been a golden, glittering thing, brash and mercurial, a beam of sunlight in the darkness; Armand was the ocean, vast and fathomless and unknowable, and Louis had been so helplessly drawn to those depths.
He's never seen him look so dazzling, though, that he could easily stand next to Lestat and hold his own.
Louis' shock lasts only seconds, and then his face softens into a smile. )
Armand... you look immaculate. Lestat couldn't have chosen better for you himself.
( Is he saying that to goad Lestat a little? ... Perhaps. Louis isn't above getting under his beloved's skin, and it's an easier thing to articulate than this strange feeling that he's stepped through a door and into another life. )