A quiet evening
Nov. 15th, 2016 09:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_wolfkillerIt was just after dusk, the upstairs windows were not yet open but the cool breeze of fall had chilled from the windows downstairs being opened. Voodoo had kicked open the door awhile ago and was snoozing at the end of the bed. Lestat had been awake since the dog barreled his way into the room. He was laying with a hand up in the air looking at his hand. He didn't realize that Louis was awake as he sang low to himself.
"the river is loaded, I've been there today. Took it some questions, she does me again. I'd die in your arms if you were dead too, here comes a lie: we will always be true."
On the quiet fall evening the only sound in the room was Voodoo and Tibby's breathing and Lestat's voice cutting through the air. Not with the angry scream of his old music but the soft deep soul of a troubled person looking for peace. Peace in the arms of the one he loved more than the long life he had lived.
"Going up when coming down, scratch away, way, way, way, way. It's the little things that kill, tearin' at my brains again. Oh, the little things that kill, the little things that kill."
He still sang aloud as he shifted his head looking at Louis finally. A soft look crossing his features.
"the river is loaded, I've been there today. Took it some questions, she does me again. I'd die in your arms if you were dead too, here comes a lie: we will always be true."
On the quiet fall evening the only sound in the room was Voodoo and Tibby's breathing and Lestat's voice cutting through the air. Not with the angry scream of his old music but the soft deep soul of a troubled person looking for peace. Peace in the arms of the one he loved more than the long life he had lived.
"Going up when coming down, scratch away, way, way, way, way. It's the little things that kill, tearin' at my brains again. Oh, the little things that kill, the little things that kill."
He still sang aloud as he shifted his head looking at Louis finally. A soft look crossing his features.
