jade eyes watch trees bend to the wind's will . despite the storm brewing outside , the hotel room feels awfully quiet . he had not cared about the looks the staff had given both of them ( the wooden plank , the hollowed-out eyes , the way @vienamoi had looked like a shivering wet bird , trapped in a new orleans' five star hotel lobby ) , that man was the only creature on earth who truly knew louis . that was the only family he had left . the only beautiful thing he had not yet ruined . he'd make sure he shielded him from the rain and thunder for as long as lestat would allow louis to be kind to him .
the sound of rainfall did nothing to quiet the other vampire's voice , quite the opposite ; it made everything else feel quieter , more distant , like they were all alone in the world . louis only turns away from the window the face his guest when he hears lestat refer to himself as a villain . he shakes his head lightly at him . " that's not what i see . " though there had been a time he had envisioned the frenchman as an adversary , when he looks at him now he sees something frail , sees something needy . when louis looks at lestat he sees the trembling thing hidden beneath all of his beauty and bravado . he sees a creature desperate to be loved ... and to love in return . and he sees that too in him --- LOVE , OVERFLOWING . for better or for worse , when it came to lestat de lioncourt , love had always been certain .
louis did not react at the small jabs or humorous quips . his expression remained cryptic even when lestat listed all of the roles he had played in the past . but his brow did furrow at the thought of the world burning because of him ( again ) .
" i still wish you had told me the truth , lestat . " the vampire finally said , softly . he had lost his louisiana accent long ago . his words no longer carried any song in them . " --- for so long i fantasised about you finding me . everywhere armand and i went during our trips , every country we visited , i wished you'd step out of the shadows to greet me ... and i dreamt of the fight we'd have . " louis gave a couple of steps towards the centre of the room but was careful not to get too close to lestat lest old habits be conjured back . " i fantasised about everything i'd say and how i'd hurt you . no blade to your neck or witnesses , in those fantasies , i killed you with my bare hands . "
the distant rumble of thunder dramatically marks the end of that statement . and though louis' expression appears hard and impenetrable , when he speaks next , the vampire appears to sound beyond remorseful . " but i never woke feeling righteous or victorious . just like the first time i killed you , all i felt was --- inconsolable . " another step forward . louis gazes down at lestat's makeshift keyboard . " the years went by , you didn't show up , the dreams changed ... " hallucinations of the blond haired angel embracing him , encouraging him , teasing him through mischievous smiles only to comfort him later --- louis shook his head , too self-aware now to look the other man in the eye .
" you should have told me . "