[ Instead of words, Rafa gives him memories. It's easy to do this now; all he has to do is think about it.
The sight of Lestat's beautiful face above him, the first time they met. The sound of the wall cracking in the club they'd gone to on their first date. The smell of the sea, as it turned red with their blood. The feeling of cool marble hands stripping his clothes away, and sliding over his back. The taste of his lips, of his tongue, of his blood.
The time they had flown together. The time they had hunted each other. The very first time he'd heard Lestat play violin.
Rafa's eyes open. They're wet, and he smiles. ]
I love you very much, [ he whispers, to the air. ]
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The sight of Lestat's beautiful face above him, the first time they met.
The sound of the wall cracking in the club they'd gone to on their first date.
The smell of the sea, as it turned red with their blood.
The feeling of cool marble hands stripping his clothes away, and sliding over his back.
The taste of his lips, of his tongue, of his blood.
The time they had flown together. The time they had hunted each other. The very first time he'd heard Lestat play violin.
Rafa's eyes open. They're wet, and he smiles. ]
I love you very much, [ he whispers, to the air. ]