[ Lestat says firmly, his gray-blue eyes watching the progress of Armand's fine little fingers trailing the words. Lestat doesn't have to work very hard at all to figure out the particular meaning behind them without needing to ask, but he does read over them a few times to make sure he's committed them to memory. ]
I choose to believe that we are here and that time will continue for us the minute we return, as if nothing ever happened.
[ It's just like Lestat to make sure that there's no way he could possibly be the victim in this, in any way, shape or form. His stubborn bullheadedness has got him through much worse with minimal trauma, and he's not about to let this ridiculous city ruin his record. ]
It tried to get to me too, you know. With gifts and messages left in these dorm rooms. I was lured inside and found it smelling so powerfully of cyprinium that I thought I had been transported back there with her, or that she might have arrived here. Her jewellery sat on the bed. But it was all fake, all nonsense to trick me into getting distracted while Louis got hurt.
[ His jaw twitches, but not with concern, it's more like anger, at being used so easily. ]
This place does not have good intentions. It is designed to make us hurt. It knows our deepest pains and our greatest regrets and it will use them against us. If not now, someday. We can't allow it the opportunity.
[ He's very carefully choosing not to mention the graffiti scratched into a wall that had called him Father, after all. ]
no subject
[ Lestat says firmly, his gray-blue eyes watching the progress of Armand's fine little fingers trailing the words. Lestat doesn't have to work very hard at all to figure out the particular meaning behind them without needing to ask, but he does read over them a few times to make sure he's committed them to memory. ]
I choose to believe that we are here and that time will continue for us the minute we return, as if nothing ever happened.
[ It's just like Lestat to make sure that there's no way he could possibly be the victim in this, in any way, shape or form. His stubborn bullheadedness has got him through much worse with minimal trauma, and he's not about to let this ridiculous city ruin his record. ]
It tried to get to me too, you know. With gifts and messages left in these dorm rooms. I was lured inside and found it smelling so powerfully of cyprinium that I thought I had been transported back there with her, or that she might have arrived here. Her jewellery sat on the bed. But it was all fake, all nonsense to trick me into getting distracted while Louis got hurt.
[ His jaw twitches, but not with concern, it's more like anger, at being used so easily. ]
This place does not have good intentions. It is designed to make us hurt. It knows our deepest pains and our greatest regrets and it will use them against us. If not now, someday. We can't allow it the opportunity.
[ He's very carefully choosing not to mention the graffiti scratched into a wall that had called him Father, after all. ]