@monstruosite !
all at once, here in the arms of one he'd thought was long lost -- to time, to another man wholly undeserving -- years of remorse, aching loneliness, & thinly veiled self - loathing come rushing out of them like a dam's been broken ; whether it's the closeness with the man he'd never stopped loving, or a moment of vulnerability finally cracking open, lestat allows himself to crumble in louis' hold, crying like a child in the arms of their mother. in the way he'd never truly done with his own.
lestat can recall drying louis' tears, being the cause of them, but not once can they remember a time where louis has witnessed his. after claudia's cruel spectacle of a murder, he'd never truly allowed himself to mourn his only daughter. instead, pushing all of his grief down inside until it hardened like a lump of coal. here, now, with louis -- the only other soul who's managed to understand theirs -- lestat is laid bare, crying into his shoulder & staining the fabric of his jacket with bloody tears while the storm outside rumbles on, whispered words clenching his already aching heart.
sobs become soft cries become quiet sniffles against louis' shoulder. she rests there for a moment, listening to the pitter - patter of raindrops, whistling winds, & the steady thrum of louis' pulse once again in sync with theirs. it feels like coming home, another concept foreign to lestat prior to meeting louis. he draws a quivering breath & pulls himself away, feeling smaller than before. he sniffles, wipes away trails of red down gaunt cheeks, & again, meets green hues.
โย how . . . how long will you be staying in new orleans for . . . ? โย
