[ It counts for nothing that he still wants to, in spite of all. That he would have rather died in no other circumstances than in his arms. Those sort of thoughts, too dark to surface, remain a murmuring venom. Poison in the chambers of the heart. ]
We can waste our breath on this for days, mon cher. For all the betrayals we have done to one other.[ Easier said than done. Wait until the next grievance to fall in front of their path before what trust that remains gets tested. ] I trust you more than any other soul in this castle.
[ of course he does. he knows it now that Lestat says it, and deep down, just like he knows his trust will always belong with Lestat. it may be tainted and broken, but it never went away completely. that makes everything worse somehow. ]
I can't... [ this conversation has been too much. Louis reaches out to him, his sadness overwhelming and bleeding into Lestat's own over the connection. his words aren't enough, but maybe this is. ]
[ Is it foolish to trust the man that tried to kill him? Possibly, but Lestat's always been a fool of the heart and Louis is still the one person he knows more intimately than any other. He doesn't need to feel the washing of his ex lover's grief to know its there, even if it still somewhat surprises him to learn how deeply Louis grieved for him. His heart pangs for it. ]
I made you. [ The words choked in his throat indicate he is very likely succumbing to Louis wash of grief as it's muddled with his own. Big fat blood tears being shed over here. He cursed him to this miserable existence beyond life. ] You're a part of me no matter how far we stray from one another.
[ He spent all that time unable to feel him, thinking he was gone. Even if it's all a lie he chooses to tell himself how deep it is, it still feels true. He's still the one. The one who Lestat had spent most of his years with. Some of the happiest and most gut wrenching times oscillating back and forth between euphoria and grief. That doesn't just go away. ]
[ unworthy of his trust, yet having it anyway. it's like coming home and locking the door after himself whenever Lestat reminds him of closely their fates are tied together. he's lost the key and that should concern him, but he has no need for it anymore. maybe he threw it away. this is where he belongs. no matter how dark and suffocating it is to live in a house without windows. a coffin.
Louis nods even though Lestat can only feel the intent. he can hardly speak, crushed under the echo of Lestat's longing. ]
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omg i thought i tagged this
[ He should have known better, he should have considered. ]
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If you never trust me again – I'd understand it.
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We can waste our breath on this for days, mon cher. For all the betrayals we have done to one other.[ Easier said than done. Wait until the next grievance to fall in front of their path before what trust that remains gets tested. ] I trust you more than any other soul in this castle.
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[ of course he does. he knows it now that Lestat says it, and deep down, just like he knows his trust will always belong with Lestat. it may be tainted and broken, but it never went away completely. that makes everything worse somehow. ]
I can't... [ this conversation has been too much. Louis reaches out to him, his sadness overwhelming and bleeding into Lestat's own over the connection. his words aren't enough, but maybe this is. ]
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I made you. [ The words choked in his throat indicate he is very likely succumbing to Louis wash of grief as it's muddled with his own. Big fat blood tears being shed over here. He cursed him to this miserable existence beyond life. ] You're a part of me no matter how far we stray from one another.
[ He spent all that time unable to feel him, thinking he was gone. Even if it's all a lie he chooses to tell himself how deep it is, it still feels true. He's still the one. The one who Lestat had spent most of his years with. Some of the happiest and most gut wrenching times oscillating back and forth between euphoria and grief. That doesn't just go away. ]
Come to me.
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Louis nods even though Lestat can only feel the intent. he can hardly speak, crushed under the echo of Lestat's longing. ]
I'm coming. [ he'll find him. ]