[ the framed photo will be carried around from dressing room to dressing room now, placed carefully beside each mirror to gaze at before taking the stage. folded delicately back into pink silk, tucked into the box and stowed at the end of each night. the roses would wither and crisp with age but stay tucked alongside, fragrant reminders of their time together.
for now, lestat continues to gaze at it, only tearing his eyes away to respond to louis' messages. ]
It would be my pleasure to accompany you, if you will have me. I would enjoy seeing the festivities once more.
Not like it was. But there's still a little of the old spirit.
[ And because he's got a -- not a sense, more like a feeling. A sadness that doesn't feel like it belongs to him, though it echoes in his body all the same, like calling to like. An outstretched hand he can't reach for. ]
There's pain and there's pain. But I'm glad you like it. That you still like seeing her.
It was hard for me for a while. I couldn't look at the pictures, couldn't stand to be in the same room as the things we had of hers. Had it all boxed up and put in storage. But I went back eventually. Spent a month just going through it all. Felt like saying goodbye and saying hello again all at the same time.
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[ A little pause, then a follow up message: ]
Might do Mardi Gras in New Orleans. You want to come with me? See some of the old neighborhood again.
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for now, lestat continues to gaze at it, only tearing his eyes away to respond to louis' messages. ]
It would be my pleasure to accompany you, if you will have me. I would enjoy seeing the festivities once more.
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[ And because he's got a -- not a sense, more like a feeling. A sadness that doesn't feel like it belongs to him, though it echoes in his body all the same, like calling to like. An outstretched hand he can't reach for. ]
You okay?
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But I needed this. I'm grateful.
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It was hard for me for a while. I couldn't look at the pictures, couldn't stand to be in the same room as the things we had of hers. Had it all boxed up and put in storage. But I went back eventually. Spent a month just going through it all. Felt like saying goodbye and saying hello again all at the same time.
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Did it get easier to see her?
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No. But I got used to the pain. Made me wish we'd recorded something of her voice. Spent too much time assuming we had more time than we did.