I
will always…
Bane
Huntress
09,01,04
Lestat
sat in his favourite chair by the fire, his book lay forgotten in
hand on his lap. He wasn’t really doing anything, just staring
into the empty harf as the world went on around him, his memories
wandering the past.
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A
breeze court the curtained on the open window and with it he heard
David’s voice come through softly on the wind, it was calling
Louis.
The
utterance of that name brought him back to reality as he felt his
home settle around him once again.
Then
a few moments later his beautiful one came into the room alone, he
didn’t turn to look at him, just felt his presence as he glided
across the carpet. Then watched as he walked over to the fire and
with a small exhale of breath, kneel down and spark up the fire with
his long fingered hands.
Lestat
felt his chest warm with the flame that Louis always seemed to
kindle there.
He
let a slight smile come to his lips, after all they had been though
and everything they had done, Lestat knew he would always return to
the most enigmatic of his fledgling.
He
remembered the first time they had met after being apart for so
long, The house with his mortal band inside and he and Louis stood
in the cool air, he remembered Louis breath on his skin as he begged
him not to go through with his little plan…
He
could recall his voice as it lightly spoke his name, a soft smile
played over Louis thin lips, it was something he held deep and safe
within his own twisted heart.
His
eyes followed his lover as he sat down on the chair opposite, book
already in hand to read. The soft sounds that he made in his almost
human movements evoked a feeling so strong in Lestat that he knew he
could never voice them.
He
had written them down, and knew his most beautiful one had read
them, and he knew it wasn’t the same, he just hoped that Louis had
also realized that every word was true.
That
Lestat would always belong to one single being, however hard either
of them tried to run, it was to Louis he belonged.
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Lestat
closed his eyes as he smiled to himself, he knew it was true, ever
road lead to Louis and always would no matter what they did.
Even
in his most darkest hours, Louis had always been the light that he
craved at the end of it all, it was the only thing that could and
would salvage his sanity, it always got him though, even if the hurt
had been deep…
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Lestat
looked back at his beautiful one and watched his green eyes as they
skimmed over the lines of his book. He could drowned in those eyes,
and often had, finding himself swimming in their depth until they
looked right at him and it was like being warmed by the very sun.
Suddenly
he couldn’t stand the distance that separated them, he needed to
be closer. Dawn was soon to brake and he couldn’t stand to dream
alone this day.
He
knew David and Merrick must have already slunk off to their own
resting places, and knew Louis must surely do the same.
As
he stood and approached the other chair and it’s occupant, he
couldn’t wait to see Louis look up at him, and he didn’t have to
wait long before those wonderful emerald eyes were eclipsed by long
dark lashed, then opened again as Louis looked directly up at him.
Lestat’s
heart almost missed a beat in it’s unnatural rhythm, and he knew
this was his real home…
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Louis
had once run from him, like an over flowing river he had fled and
when they had met again, he was brighter than the sun that had tried
to kill him.
But
with his newfound strength, Louis shone with the firelight playing
off of his pale skin and black hair. He looked almost like an eagle,
so proud and deadly, he flew way above any immortal that had ever
crossed his path. And the beauty of it all was that he just didn’t
know it.
Louis
cast his head to one side ever so slightly as his thin brows creased
a little in question as Lestat just looked down at him.
Lestat
could keep silent no longer…
“It’s
to you…”
Louis
smiled and cased his eyes away shyly as Lestat bent, removing the
book from slack fingers then taking the almost delicate hands in his
own, he pulled Louis out of the chair, then backed away towards the
door and his own sanctuary for the day with Louis following
unquestioningly as Lestat pulled him that little bit closer.
“I
will always return…” Lestat whispered as the door to the rest of
the waking world closed on them both…
The End
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