[ He takes her hand, lifts it to his mouth to kiss the back of it, and the chill of the water seems to make sense - how could such a foreboding and powerful otherworldly creature be anything but cold as the grave, as marble?
This interaction, perhaps more than anything else, makes it all too clear how easily swept up Lestat's soul can be by the might of a powerful being, by a creature that commands respect, by someone looking at him like they know what kind of things he is capable of and not being afraid of it.
Akasha had stolen him away at night, kept him as her own, her prince, made of him her accomplice in the ending of his world and the rebirth of her own. She might have been successful too, if Lestat had stayed caught up in her thrall. How lucky he is that it dissipated when it did, that her disdain for innocent life bucked so violently against his own desperation to make something good of his evil existence.
It's that thought that has him staggering backwards suddenly, the vines he hadn't even noticed splashing around his feet, his hand lashing out as if intending to push her away from him, or push himself away from her-- but she falls in a cascade of water around his feet, and Lestat stares at the place she had been with a strange amount of sadness considering he always knew she wasn't real. ]
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This interaction, perhaps more than anything else, makes it all too clear how easily swept up Lestat's soul can be by the might of a powerful being, by a creature that commands respect, by someone looking at him like they know what kind of things he is capable of and not being afraid of it.
Akasha had stolen him away at night, kept him as her own, her prince, made of him her accomplice in the ending of his world and the rebirth of her own. She might have been successful too, if Lestat had stayed caught up in her thrall. How lucky he is that it dissipated when it did, that her disdain for innocent life bucked so violently against his own desperation to make something good of his evil existence.
It's that thought that has him staggering backwards suddenly, the vines he hadn't even noticed splashing around his feet, his hand lashing out as if intending to push her away from him, or push himself away from her-- but she falls in a cascade of water around his feet, and Lestat stares at the place she had been with a strange amount of sadness considering he always knew she wasn't real. ]