“What’s his name?”
Louis turns back, brow furrowed. “Who?”
“Your fledgling. That Armand made for you.” Lestat’s eyes are oddly bright. And Louis finally places what this expression is.
It’s the same look from the back of a truck on its way to Paris. The phantom of Lestat had looked at Claudia like this, as Louis promised that she would be enough. The expression is longing—a yearning to trade places with someone. Like a dog watching another dog be fed.
Louis doesn’t understand it, and he doesn’t have the time to understand.
“Daniel,” he says.
Lestat nods. The corner of his mouth twitches, like he tried to smile but failed.
“Daniel.” His voice is soft around the consonants, but his lips tight. Then: “You should bring him to New Orleans. No better place to raise a fledgling,” he says with a fondness that hums with the memory of Claudia. “And I’d love to meet him.”
Adult, post-season 2. Misunderstandings that can be solved with one conversation irk me, but the rest of this is just so damn good – I love how Louis’ perspective is written, and Daniel’s POV is perfect!