[ Lestat wakes to the sound of Armand in his head, and for a moment he doesn't move more than to blink blearily at the ceiling, awareness returning to him slowly, his body still apparently exhausted from the taxing nature of the previous night.
His right hand is empty and his other still holds Louis close, and when he shifts his lover is a dead weight at his side, heavy and unmoving. Memory dawns like the rising of the sun, peeking over the horizon in small rays that gradually become beams of light and then a blinding glow as Armand's words sink in, and Lestat looks up to find where he's gone to. ]
He was worried for you. You were comforted by him. What's that face for?
[ He murmurs, a slight frown on his face more out of confusion than annoyance. ]
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His right hand is empty and his other still holds Louis close, and when he shifts his lover is a dead weight at his side, heavy and unmoving. Memory dawns like the rising of the sun, peeking over the horizon in small rays that gradually become beams of light and then a blinding glow as Armand's words sink in, and Lestat looks up to find where he's gone to. ]
He was worried for you. You were comforted by him. What's that face for?
[ He murmurs, a slight frown on his face more out of confusion than annoyance. ]