[ It's tempting to argue the phrase "fell to pieces," solely because Lestat looks so smug, but given the amount of bourbon on the floor back over there, she can't really say he's wrong. Brat.
Instead, she looks up at him, trying to gauge whether that ease is genuine or not. She knows plenty about downplaying old loves. None of hers are a couple centuries in the past, though. She can't get a read on it -- could go either way. ]
He's very beautiful.
[ She pauses, and then reaches up to brush his curls off his face, cups his cheek in her warm hand. ]
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Instead, she looks up at him, trying to gauge whether that ease is genuine or not. She knows plenty about downplaying old loves. None of hers are a couple centuries in the past, though. She can't get a read on it -- could go either way. ]
He's very beautiful.
[ She pauses, and then reaches up to brush his curls off his face, cups his cheek in her warm hand. ]
Thank you for it.