[ Lestat presses his face into whatever of Louis' hand he can reach, blood smearing from his tears and mouth, from Louis' hand and back again, the culprit becoming almost as muddy as Lestat's vision as it turns slightly pink. He isn't outwardly weeping, but there's some turmoil of emotion in his chest that seems only to be eased by the shuddering of his heart that threatens a sob. ]
You will always be a part of me, and I you. That warmth is a reminder of that.
[ He had made Louis strong on his blood alone, but he knows from his time with Akasha and even from the account of the way Jesse had been made that he could have done more. He could have made Louis resistant to this kind of torture, harder to wound and almost impossible to kill; he could have tempered his fledgling like glass, so that nothing and no-one could ever threaten to separate them again. But he hadn't, and now he has to watch as Louis wound slowly, slowly starts to heal.
It makes him shudder to think that Louis feels good beneath all of this, that Louis can spare a thought to be romantic as his body rebels against him, as pain surrounds him. How impossible that he can be so vibrant to Louis that he shines through all of that... and yet how addictive it is to know, how entirely he adores the idea, how wretchedly happy it makes him. ]
I loved watching you fight tonight, Louis. The way you and I move together, like we're carved from the same source. We moved as one being. I even thought, at one point, that our heartbeats had fallen into sync. [ He says this all against Louis' palm, blabbering these sweet nothings into his skin between brief kisses, designed to keep him engaged and awake. ] You were so brave, so powerful. You captivate me like that, when you have purpose, a goal to reach. You've saved so many by my side. I've always thought of us as a pair, but I don't think I've ever considered how easily we could be a team.
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You will always be a part of me, and I you. That warmth is a reminder of that.
[ He had made Louis strong on his blood alone, but he knows from his time with Akasha and even from the account of the way Jesse had been made that he could have done more. He could have made Louis resistant to this kind of torture, harder to wound and almost impossible to kill; he could have tempered his fledgling like glass, so that nothing and no-one could ever threaten to separate them again. But he hadn't, and now he has to watch as Louis wound slowly, slowly starts to heal.
It makes him shudder to think that Louis feels good beneath all of this, that Louis can spare a thought to be romantic as his body rebels against him, as pain surrounds him. How impossible that he can be so vibrant to Louis that he shines through all of that... and yet how addictive it is to know, how entirely he adores the idea, how wretchedly happy it makes him. ]
I loved watching you fight tonight, Louis. The way you and I move together, like we're carved from the same source. We moved as one being. I even thought, at one point, that our heartbeats had fallen into sync. [ He says this all against Louis' palm, blabbering these sweet nothings into his skin between brief kisses, designed to keep him engaged and awake. ] You were so brave, so powerful. You captivate me like that, when you have purpose, a goal to reach. You've saved so many by my side. I've always thought of us as a pair, but I don't think I've ever considered how easily we could be a team.