cuntylestat

“louis has been increasingly anxious and morose because of what we did. he says he’s never known fear like that in his life, like he felt before we left, the vulnerability, the sheer terror. and he says, there’s no relief from it now that we’re on our way. even though he’s miles away from lestat, whose body is bled dry and rotting in a garbage dump…” i wish i could read the rest, but i think it says “louis can’t break free from his grasp”