oh. you're disappearing again?
gabriella stills. not amused, or distant, simply caught. the fire snaps, casting golden light upon the two of them. she turns fully toward him, and for once there’s no cleverness in her expression. only sharp perception that compliments the rigidity of her. “ ah, ” hand comes up, cups lestat’s jaw with deliberation, thumb resting beneath his mouth as if to keep him from unraveling. “ i was thinking. that’s all. thinking is not the same as disappearing. ” newly feral, awake now in a way she has never been granted before. her thumb shifts, presses more firmly beneath his mouth, feeling the tremor there, feeling how close he is to pleading without words. there is no judgment in it. only study. discovery. “ i am crowded within myself now . . . frustrated with being idle for so long –-- i feel hysteric. in a way that is good, in a way that beckons me to devour. ” she looks at him with pity. “ i am trying to learn myself. ”
