Nicolas met Lestat's eyes and the fight went out of him for the moment, fingers curled in on themselves, his hands on either side of Lestat's head. He listened to Lestat, his calm not seeing him relax, he just tensed in a different way. His eyes were rimmed with red, but the tears didn't fall.
"You did that trick yourself, so you'd really only have yourself to blame. Which suits you fine. Not a stretch out of self-involvement." His smile was there, even if it reached his eyes about the same it always did when it was like that, sardonic and cruel like his humour was. Lestat hadn't changed in all those years, why would Nicolas have?
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Date: 2015-09-15 11:56 pm (UTC)"You did that trick yourself, so you'd really only have yourself to blame. Which suits you fine. Not a stretch out of self-involvement." His smile was there, even if it reached his eyes about the same it always did when it was like that, sardonic and cruel like his humour was. Lestat hadn't changed in all those years, why would Nicolas have?