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#i'm still counting this as a win for being finished not too long after anne/louis' bday
covenofthearticulate · 7 months
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“Such a pity, that one.” Lestat steps through the mausoleum threshold, tight-laced boots clacking against the cold stone as he makes his way towards the deliciously slender silhouette hunched by the grave at the end. 
He’d like to think he could find his way back to this place with his eyes shut, or walking backwards through the rain. Even if each and every marker in the St. Louis cemetery were upturned or washed away, he could still find my way back to the earth which holds just a bit of his lover’s heart. The city may change, but the old bones will always remain. And Louis will always belong to the old soil.
“Such beauty. Such youth. Taken all too soon.” He heaves a sigh as he waits for said silhouette to retreat from his melancholy daze.
Even in the darkness, Lestat catches a glimpse of the red-rimmed evidence of tears, hastily wiped but still leaving behind a rusty coloring against the ghastly pale of Louis’ skin as he turns around. He had fed tonight, Lestat can tell by the smell of some vagrant clinging to his clothes. But the tears take so much out of them. 
What a tender ghost Louis makes, haunting his own grave.
It makes Lestat’s heart ache yet still he cannot seem to stop himself from pressing on: “They say he went mad, in the end. Ran his plantation into the ground. But what a way to go! He looked so fine, even when he was gambling away his fortune and drinking away his wits in the riverside taverns. Even then, he had such lovely burning cynicism. Even then he had that spellbound longing in his eyes.”
Behind his back, he carries a bouquet of flowers. Fresh lilies from the darling florist two blocks down. Lestat smiles as he walks closer, and even he cannot tell if it is cruel or genuine, but still he brings one hand up to tuck a wisp of hair behind Louis’ ear. 
“Do you think anyone remembers him?”
“Why are you here, Lestat?” 
[AO3]
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