( louis appreciates subtlety, even if he has a talent for under-reading lestat's. here, though, he does manage to read between the lines, and responds with his quiet and sincere intention not to leave lestat again. not if louis has any choice in the matter.
but, back to poetry. and french. he settles back again, stroking lestat's hair as he reads and translates. he eases into the rhythm of it with natural fluidity, though he hasn't done anything quite like this before. at least he takes beautifully to some things. )
[It almost looks like Lestat dozes off as he listens based on how still he goes. But he's listening, taking it all in. He loves hearing the way that Louis speaks French. It's so... Like home. Like walking the streets of their beloved New Orleans.
It makes him smile as he lets the words hang over him like a pleasant and welcoming blanket.]
( louis glances down at lestat when he's finished his poem, and the sight of him so content in louis's lap makes his heart ache. he doesn't want this moment to end, no matter how lovely lestat's french sounds to his ears — and so he reads another, and another, until finally he comes to a pause.
very gently, in case lestat is asleep: ) I haven't bored you to death, have I?
[Lestat smiles and he makes himself comfortable all over again.]
Don't stop. I'll take my turns tomorrow.
[He just wants to sit here listening to that beautiful sound of Louis' voice and feel so honored that he gets to have this time with him. And it warms him that they'll get to spend the rest of the night just like this.]
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( louis appreciates subtlety, even if he has a talent for under-reading lestat's. here, though, he does manage to read between the lines, and responds with his quiet and sincere intention not to leave lestat again. not if louis has any choice in the matter.
but, back to poetry. and french. he settles back again, stroking lestat's hair as he reads and translates. he eases into the rhythm of it with natural fluidity, though he hasn't done anything quite like this before. at least he takes beautifully to some things. )
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It makes him smile as he lets the words hang over him like a pleasant and welcoming blanket.]
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very gently, in case lestat is asleep: ) I haven't bored you to death, have I?
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[Lestat smiles and he makes himself comfortable all over again.]
Don't stop. I'll take my turns tomorrow.
[He just wants to sit here listening to that beautiful sound of Louis' voice and feel so honored that he gets to have this time with him. And it warms him that they'll get to spend the rest of the night just like this.]