[ Lestat tries to resist rolling his eyes and ultimately fails. Armand has always been a little like this, so ready to believe that things are the way they are and unwilling to change his view until he's forced to — Lestat knows that much through personal experience. A stark contrast to Lestat's hopeful demeanour, both of them terrifying in their absolution when put alongside Louis' steadfast uncertainty in either direction. What a trio they make, what a strange little coven.
He smiles, warm enough to be sunlight through the trees in winter, and lets his hand drop to the table as if in deference. ]
Well then, I hope for your sake that the coming winter is mild.
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He smiles, warm enough to be sunlight through the trees in winter, and lets his hand drop to the table as if in deference. ]
Well then, I hope for your sake that the coming winter is mild.