❝ i know i need help but i'm not quite ready to ask for it. ❞ / theodosia to lestat !
@araneorum | lelio and theo
There is an almost sullen definition cascading over his features when she says this; a part of him that had long been dormant beginning to awaken, in response to such a pitiful melancholy that swiftly pulls him back to how Louis once was. Perhaps, Lestat considered, his fledgling remained as such. He would not know, these days, as they'd lost touch with one another many years ago, now.
Eyes of a very demanding bioluminescent blue prowl over her features, allowing his gaze to linger a while upon the gentle shudder of her lips as he does so. Perhaps it is somewhat distressing in her current condition to be studied in such a manner. There appears to be a great deal of rather unpleasant inclinations trapping her thoughts in the confines of her pretty little head right now, that he cannot fathom.
All of his love and devotion for the dark haired woman display themselves forthwith, as though the only feeling he can obtain in that very moment is devout compassion in the face of absolute anguish that she is experiencing. " Chérie.. " he begins, those same hues of blinding blue gazing into the depth of her very soul. " For all I am and all I have done—you can confide in me.
" Je chéris votre cœur, " he whispers, closing the unforgivable distance between the pair with a single step toward her, enclosing the woman within an embrace that, for such a vampire as he, can seem very ill-matched. But, with Theodosia, he cares not.