The Adventures of Lestat and Louis
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Louis knows that Lestat can feel when he is hiding something. Might as well tell him now. Louis savors the kisses, returning a few of his own before finally saying what he was afraid to tell Lestat. “She is sick, my love. And she likely will never get better.” He swallows. “We will lose her. And we cannot change her. It’s the human conundrum.”
For a moment just one Lestat goes still with the weight of understanding settling into him. His hand on Louis’ jaw softens as his fingertips slide down to cradle his neck instead. The information hits him in two places at once, the part of him that has lived centuries watching mortals slip away and the part of him that knows Louis is already mourning a child he hasn’t even met.
He kisses Louis’ forehead slowly, deliberately, as if anchoring him back into the bed and into his arms. “So,” he murmurs, “you are asking if we can love someone we know we will lose sooner than expected.” His palm slides to Louis’ chest it's resting over his heart. “We have done that before,” he adds softly. “And we survived it.” There’s no bitterness in the statement only honesty. “And this time it would not be built on delusion, denial, or turning a child into something she never asked to be.” He shifts brushing his nose against Louis'.
“If she is sick, mon amour, then what she needs is not immortality.” His voice softens even more. “She needs comfort, safety and a chance to be loved without condition.” Lestat studies Louis’ face closely his blue eyes look steadily into green eyes. “Tell me, Louis,” he murmurs, “does the thought of losing her hurt you more or does the thought of her having no one hurt you more?”