"They're wrong." Whatever that meant, it wasn't as if he was entirely sure himself. But he could lean his forehead against Lestat's shoulder and imagine that anything in the world would make sense and that he could live with himself after giving in to him so easily.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2015-09-21 05:34 pm (UTC)