"You can blame yourself a thousand more years for me being what I am and it won't change a thing and it won't be true. You thought your Louis was so much like me, but I wonder if you really believed that. If he had been, Lestat, you couldn't have stayed together for seventy-five years." Nicolas closed his eyes, trying to remember what Lestat's touch felt like. Trying to remember what it was like to actually believed he was wanted.
He barely had memory of it. It seemed as if love wasn't anything but something he kept around to hurt himself with. Looking at Lestat he just shrugged his shoulders. What to say? What to do? "I'm a masochist."
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Date: 2015-09-21 04:23 pm (UTC)He barely had memory of it. It seemed as if love wasn't anything but something he kept around to hurt himself with. Looking at Lestat he just shrugged his shoulders. What to say? What to do? "I'm a masochist."