[ his wide pupils focus on the movement – like he was memorizing something, before he replies. ]
You seem scared of me. Did I hurt you?
[ is that why he was locked up? everything went down in a dark blur and his mouth tasted of copper. it was foul and strange and yet he could not get enough of it. he studies the man in front of him, some part of him idly wondering if doing it again could sate the desire clawing inside him. it's why he didn't flinch at the word "hunt". he's so hungry he could do anything. ]
[ He slides a hand gently into the crook of Felipe's elbow. How strange not to be able to hear him, as though he's human again. But that had been his appeal the first time around, right?
Louis manacles him there as he tells him of his new situation: ]
There's not much that can hurt creatures like what we are. But sunlight does it, and I didn't want you haring off and burning yourself to ashes. Better to keep you safe until night fell.
[ Has it only been a day? Or has it been two? He'd hoped to have blood ready for him, to save them having to go out into town, but he hadn't been able to do it, pick a stranger and talk him into coming into the bookshop to die. Part of it is that he's using the bookshop at all — it feels wrong to bring killing here, when it's something he built during the brief dream that he might be allowed to be human. Plus it's more Wesley's than his own these days. ]
[ Louis, you don't want to know what goes on inside this head. ]
No, you didn't keep me safe, you locked me up. Out of sight.
[ there was no reason to do that unless Louis really was scared of him. he feels invincible. strong. hungry. impatient. the frustration that nearly took over in the basement dances at the edges of his being. he's always hated being chained to anything – to responsibilities, to places, to people. Louis holds him still, but he wants to break free. ]
Hey, I wasted so much time down there already. It'll be fine, I promise.
[ he doesn't know what he's saying, he isn't really listening to Louis, he just wants out of here. there's so much he wants to see. ]
That cellar's the only place I got bigger than a closet to keep you safe from the sun.
[ It had been good enough for Lestat, is good enough for Louis. But he's only arguing because he likes arguing, is used to the shape of frustration in his mouth. ]
Forget about that. Let's go.
[ Out; the front door is also locked, but from the inside. Louis will walk them both through it into the town, like bosom companions, his fingers stroking slowly over Felipe's bicep, still linked at the arm. He wants to find some place he can let Felipe off leash, but knows the main gates close this late at night, so he'll settle for a quieter part of town, narrow streets with empty shopfronts, far from the boarding house. ]
Pick up your feet, we're gonna find you some food.
[ it seems too much at first, the arm snugly linked with his, but once they leave the familiar space of the bookshop, Felipe realizes why he's done it.
the endlessness of the night sky hypnotizes him, the warm, flickering lights in the windows call for him and he wants to trail off to inspect each rustling sound, to pause to listen to the overwhelming whispers carried by the wind. people talking to themselves, spilling secrets and confessions. watching Louis was fascinating before, but now he nearly forgets his company. it's only the arm and the hunger that keep him from wandering away from his guide. ]
Do I have to kill them?
[ he mumbles the question, no other emotion in his voice but wonder. shit, tonight he could kill anyone. ]
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You seem scared of me. Did I hurt you?
[ is that why he was locked up? everything went down in a dark blur and his mouth tasted of copper. it was foul and strange and yet he could not get enough of it. he studies the man in front of him, some part of him idly wondering if doing it again could sate the desire clawing inside him. it's why he didn't flinch at the word "hunt". he's so hungry he could do anything. ]
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[ He slides a hand gently into the crook of Felipe's elbow. How strange not to be able to hear him, as though he's human again. But that had been his appeal the first time around, right?
Louis manacles him there as he tells him of his new situation: ]
There's not much that can hurt creatures like what we are. But sunlight does it, and I didn't want you haring off and burning yourself to ashes. Better to keep you safe until night fell.
[ Has it only been a day? Or has it been two? He'd hoped to have blood ready for him, to save them having to go out into town, but he hadn't been able to do it, pick a stranger and talk him into coming into the bookshop to die. Part of it is that he's using the bookshop at all — it feels wrong to bring killing here, when it's something he built during the brief dream that he might be allowed to be human. Plus it's more Wesley's than his own these days. ]
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No, you didn't keep me safe, you locked me up. Out of sight.
[ there was no reason to do that unless Louis really was scared of him. he feels invincible. strong. hungry. impatient. the frustration that nearly took over in the basement dances at the edges of his being. he's always hated being chained to anything – to responsibilities, to places, to people. Louis holds him still, but he wants to break free. ]
Hey, I wasted so much time down there already. It'll be fine, I promise.
[ he doesn't know what he's saying, he isn't really listening to Louis, he just wants out of here. there's so much he wants to see. ]
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[ It had been good enough for Lestat, is good enough for Louis. But he's only arguing because he likes arguing, is used to the shape of frustration in his mouth. ]
Forget about that. Let's go.
[ Out; the front door is also locked, but from the inside. Louis will walk them both through it into the town, like bosom companions, his fingers stroking slowly over Felipe's bicep, still linked at the arm. He wants to find some place he can let Felipe off leash, but knows the main gates close this late at night, so he'll settle for a quieter part of town, narrow streets with empty shopfronts, far from the boarding house. ]
Pick up your feet, we're gonna find you some food.
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the endlessness of the night sky hypnotizes him, the warm, flickering lights in the windows call for him and he wants to trail off to inspect each rustling sound, to pause to listen to the overwhelming whispers carried by the wind. people talking to themselves, spilling secrets and confessions. watching Louis was fascinating before, but now he nearly forgets his company. it's only the arm and the hunger that keep him from wandering away from his guide. ]
Do I have to kill them?
[ he mumbles the question, no other emotion in his voice but wonder. shit, tonight he could kill anyone. ]