I think of it still, even now. It was never the vision that disturbed me.
[ Lestat holds Armandā€™s body close against his, as if proximity will make it easier for the elder vampire to know that what he says is the truth, to believe him without any of that stereotypical cynicism Armand is so well known for by now. ]
It was being somewhere else, away from what I knew to be true, on terms that werenā€™t my own. You know as well as Louis does, that I donā€™t react well to things out of my control.
[ Armand had seen how disturbed heā€™d been by Akashaā€™s words, and now heā€™d glimpsed into the time theyā€™d spent together too, and with that context he must know that Lestat hadnā€™t feared the fantasy, heā€™d feared the loss of reality. But now? Could Lestat share that dream with Armand now?
Lestat brings one hand up, palm spread between Armandā€™s shoulder blades, encouraging his body closer still as his head leans down. Golden curls tumble over Armandā€™s auburn ones as Lestat whispers, so softly only a vampire could hear it: ]
Perfect.
[ A mirrored hall, candlelight, surrounded by the press of fragrant mortals. Armand taking up Lestatā€™s hand as he steps back, bows, lips to fine boned knuckles. Lestat shows Armand the vision heā€™d given to him, reflected back in perfect symmetry, only this time their dance isnā€™t crowded into a small space but given room to breathe. The mortals in the room turn to watch, and Louis smiles warmly from the sidelines as they go. No small corners for them, no tight and darkened alleys; they deserve the floor as much as anyone else, and this light is all for them. ]
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[ Lestat holds Armandā€™s body close against his, as if proximity will make it easier for the elder vampire to know that what he says is the truth, to believe him without any of that stereotypical cynicism Armand is so well known for by now. ]
It was being somewhere else, away from what I knew to be true, on terms that werenā€™t my own. You know as well as Louis does, that I donā€™t react well to things out of my control.
[ Armand had seen how disturbed heā€™d been by Akashaā€™s words, and now heā€™d glimpsed into the time theyā€™d spent together too, and with that context he must know that Lestat hadnā€™t feared the fantasy, heā€™d feared the loss of reality. But now? Could Lestat share that dream with Armand now?
Lestat brings one hand up, palm spread between Armandā€™s shoulder blades, encouraging his body closer still as his head leans down. Golden curls tumble over Armandā€™s auburn ones as Lestat whispers, so softly only a vampire could hear it: ]
Perfect.
[ A mirrored hall, candlelight, surrounded by the press of fragrant mortals. Armand taking up Lestatā€™s hand as he steps back, bows, lips to fine boned knuckles. Lestat shows Armand the vision heā€™d given to him, reflected back in perfect symmetry, only this time their dance isnā€™t crowded into a small space but given room to breathe. The mortals in the room turn to watch, and Louis smiles warmly from the sidelines as they go. No small corners for them, no tight and darkened alleys; they deserve the floor as much as anyone else, and this light is all for them. ]