merciful-death:

primusdux | 1994

Green eyes took in the sight of the other, a slow rising and falling of Lestat’s chest the only movement the other had exhibited in nearly a week now.  Blue eyes stared forward, but they were soulless pits, terrifyingly vacant to the point of which Louis felt he could have drowned within them.  It disturbed him greatly to gaze into them, and yet it felt fitting punishment that he do so.

Head upon Lestat’s shoulder and fingers coming through tangles in the other’s golden locks of hair, he began to speak to him as he had every night, words in hushed French.  “I love you.  I am sorry.  I miss you.  I cannot watch you fade away any longer.  Come back.”