[ Lestat watches as Louis' face practically glows with happiness, and he experiences an almost painful jolt of something shoot through his chest at just that simple sight; it feels rabid, somehow, desperate to protect that fleeting moment of happiness and somehow hungry in the wake of it, like it's just a tease, like he can't go on unless he has more of it, more joy from Louis, more emotion spilling over in his voice.
He presses his head into the palm he has a hold on, just about the same time as Louis touches the back of his hand. It feels like static, like something charged and powerful, when the link of connection between their bodies makes a complete circle as Louis' bloodstained hands meet with his own. How he longs for the true completeness of that bond, but how lovely it is to experience something so poignant still without it. ]
Fireflies.. [ He repeats, breathless and incredulous but voice full of ridiculous emotion. ] Is that so...
[ Louis is so clever, so vibrant with all he knows; even in a state such as this one he still manages to amaze Lestat, and to hold his heart in a tight grip that he is entirely certain Louis isn't even aware of. How it makes that delicate but desperately romantic part of him soar to hear Louis talk this way, and all he can think of is that low voice Louis takes on when he's feeling particularly sweet, pressing these tender things into his skin as they curl up with one another amongst the blankets of their safe sleeping space.
Suddenly this dorm room is the very last place he wants to be, he wants to be home, he wants to be safe, with Louis. He wants to be far from here and not come back, enough is enough, he's finished with this place and risking their lives for the sake of it all. ]
I'm-- [ Louis asks if he's alright as though he can read his mind and tell he's getting worked up, so he exhales slowly and nods. He glances at his wrist, sees the wound barely an inch across his veins now, though still running thick with blood, and sucks his teeth at the sight. It isn't that he's reluctant to give him more - hell, Lestat would open a vein as many times as it took to have him back to full strength - but he's aware that much more of his sweet ichor poured into Louis' veins, and he won't be able to get him out of here in one piece. ] I'm alright, Louis. Don't worry.
[ He lets his hand go, enough that he can reach his out and stroke over Louis' hair, brushing the waves through with his fingers. ]
But we shouldn't linger here much longer, beautiful one. We have reprieve for now, but who's to say how long it'll last. I want you safe before I can relax.
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He presses his head into the palm he has a hold on, just about the same time as Louis touches the back of his hand. It feels like static, like something charged and powerful, when the link of connection between their bodies makes a complete circle as Louis' bloodstained hands meet with his own. How he longs for the true completeness of that bond, but how lovely it is to experience something so poignant still without it. ]
Fireflies.. [ He repeats, breathless and incredulous but voice full of ridiculous emotion. ] Is that so...
[ Louis is so clever, so vibrant with all he knows; even in a state such as this one he still manages to amaze Lestat, and to hold his heart in a tight grip that he is entirely certain Louis isn't even aware of. How it makes that delicate but desperately romantic part of him soar to hear Louis talk this way, and all he can think of is that low voice Louis takes on when he's feeling particularly sweet, pressing these tender things into his skin as they curl up with one another amongst the blankets of their safe sleeping space.
Suddenly this dorm room is the very last place he wants to be, he wants to be home, he wants to be safe, with Louis. He wants to be far from here and not come back, enough is enough, he's finished with this place and risking their lives for the sake of it all. ]
I'm-- [ Louis asks if he's alright as though he can read his mind and tell he's getting worked up, so he exhales slowly and nods. He glances at his wrist, sees the wound barely an inch across his veins now, though still running thick with blood, and sucks his teeth at the sight. It isn't that he's reluctant to give him more - hell, Lestat would open a vein as many times as it took to have him back to full strength - but he's aware that much more of his sweet ichor poured into Louis' veins, and he won't be able to get him out of here in one piece. ] I'm alright, Louis. Don't worry.
[ He lets his hand go, enough that he can reach his out and stroke over Louis' hair, brushing the waves through with his fingers. ]
But we shouldn't linger here much longer, beautiful one. We have reprieve for now, but who's to say how long it'll last. I want you safe before I can relax.