[ Holding onto his chin like this, close enough to be able to feel the warmth from his breath as he speaks, Lestat finds it all too easy to slip into his mind once more while he deliberates his answers.. What he sees there, strangely enough, is almost familiar. There's a mixed up feeling, a feeling that it would be so much easier if he could just willingly believe like everyone around him could, that things would be simple were he just a little more patient, a little less resistant, a little more ignorant.
More than that, there's the poignant sense of inadequacy. Self-doubt is something, perhaps surprisingly, that Lestat is all too familiar with. It's a delicious haze that tints everything else in this sprawling mind -- a mind that has potential, yes, that could be great, perhaps not in learned might but in resourcefulness, in instinct.. He seems twisted up, somehow, torn apart by expectation of what he should be and who he is. Like this, Demyx almost reminds him of Louis when he was a human; desperate for someone to pick him up and take control, tell him what to do, take the difficult choices from his hands entirely. ]
Your heart? [ He laughs, slipping away from rummaging around in his mortal consciousness for a second so he can resume their conversation. He's not rude, after all. ] How do you walk and talk and live without a heart?
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More than that, there's the poignant sense of inadequacy. Self-doubt is something, perhaps surprisingly, that Lestat is all too familiar with. It's a delicious haze that tints everything else in this sprawling mind -- a mind that has potential, yes, that could be great, perhaps not in learned might but in resourcefulness, in instinct.. He seems twisted up, somehow, torn apart by expectation of what he should be and who he is. Like this, Demyx almost reminds him of Louis when he was a human; desperate for someone to pick him up and take control, tell him what to do, take the difficult choices from his hands entirely. ]
Your heart? [ He laughs, slipping away from rummaging around in his mortal consciousness for a second so he can resume their conversation. He's not rude, after all. ] How do you walk and talk and live without a heart?