( louis's fingers move through lestat's soft golden curls as he reads, nails dragging lightly against his scalp. the moment feels impossibly tender, a sharp contrast to the raw emotions they'd both dealt with over the last twenty-four hours, and louis is so moved that he can hardly bear it. his throat tightens as the start of blood tears sting, and he shuts his eyes to keep them from falling, for as long as he can.
he lets lestat finish his lovely translation of a poem by keats, then cups his jaw and leans over his reclining lover to place an upside-down kiss on his lips. )
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he lets lestat finish his lovely translation of a poem by keats, then cups his jaw and leans over his reclining lover to place an upside-down kiss on his lips. )