He's always lonely, and he's always in pain... but it's never been this visible before.
[ He thinks about the tight little expression he'd seen on Armand's face at the fun-fair, before they'd taken their photo together, and the mask he'd had to physically wrench back onto his face rather than it being there as default; as if he'd fallen out of the habit of using it. ]
The Armand I knew would have never made a fledgling; his loneliness wasn't something that could be soothed by bringing anyone over to what we are. He's never found peace in our kind, but this human he spent his years with has changed him more than anyone welcoming him into the current century ever could have.
I treat him the same way as I always have, but he doesn't respond how I expect him to. It's almost as if... as if he's a different person now than how I remember him to be.
[ This Armand still enjoys teasing him, enjoys getting his own way, enjoys toying with mortals and enjoys his own company but... he isn't quite so vicious, so selfish, so domineering. If he'd had to guess, he would have thought Armand would have torn whole buildings down looking for the source of all this, not simply quietly adapted to what little life they can make for themselves in this place.
More than that, Lestat thinks about how he might have adapted had he spent years being Louis' lover rather than having only just reunited with him, and how it might feel to be torn away from him. ]
They say that to be loved is to be changed, don't they? I always had a thought it might be so - [ He looks at Louis; he thinks of the man he himself once was, and the man he is now. ] - but now I know it to be true, even for someone as stubborn as Armand.
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[ He thinks about the tight little expression he'd seen on Armand's face at the fun-fair, before they'd taken their photo together, and the mask he'd had to physically wrench back onto his face rather than it being there as default; as if he'd fallen out of the habit of using it. ]
The Armand I knew would have never made a fledgling; his loneliness wasn't something that could be soothed by bringing anyone over to what we are. He's never found peace in our kind, but this human he spent his years with has changed him more than anyone welcoming him into the current century ever could have.
I treat him the same way as I always have, but he doesn't respond how I expect him to. It's almost as if... as if he's a different person now than how I remember him to be.
[ This Armand still enjoys teasing him, enjoys getting his own way, enjoys toying with mortals and enjoys his own company but... he isn't quite so vicious, so selfish, so domineering. If he'd had to guess, he would have thought Armand would have torn whole buildings down looking for the source of all this, not simply quietly adapted to what little life they can make for themselves in this place.
More than that, Lestat thinks about how he might have adapted had he spent years being Louis' lover rather than having only just reunited with him, and how it might feel to be torn away from him. ]
They say that to be loved is to be changed, don't they? I always had a thought it might be so - [ He looks at Louis; he thinks of the man he himself once was, and the man he is now. ] - but now I know it to be true, even for someone as stubborn as Armand.