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Jan 16, 2010 13:39

Lestat. There are no apologies I can make for myself ( Read more... )

how you love your precious guilt, oh merciful death

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gift_enjoyed January 16 2010, 04:08:47 UTC
No, there are none.

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deathmerciful January 16 2010, 04:12:16 UTC
[More taps of ink like he is wavering his pen over the journal. Louis is far too within himself to answer Lestat at the present time]

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gift_enjoyed January 16 2010, 04:14:42 UTC
Do not ignore me, Louis!

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deathmerciful January 16 2010, 04:16:43 UTC
[Is far accustomed to Lestat's rage despite the injuries Lestat must have sustained and pain he is in. Lestat's anger merely fuels Louis' guilt and he draws himself further in]

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gift_enjoyed January 16 2010, 04:31:22 UTC
You owe me more than your silence! [Writing is easier than shouting, at least, right? Right. His hand's burning, Louis, it's all your fault.]

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[Voice] deathmerciful January 16 2010, 04:47:32 UTC
[Lestat hears some shuffles of his feet, which he may remember as Louis doing some pacing and staring]

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[Voice] gift_enjoyed January 16 2010, 04:52:17 UTC
[Oh, he remembers.] Was one attempt not enough?

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[Voice] deathmerciful January 16 2010, 04:55:28 UTC
Leave me in peace Lestat. [Crackled with regret]

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[Voice] gift_enjoyed January 16 2010, 04:56:21 UTC
What justice is there in that?

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[Voice] deathmerciful January 16 2010, 05:19:16 UTC
You are right.

Destroy me if you must. It is less than I deserve.

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[Voice] gift_enjoyed January 16 2010, 05:22:38 UTC
Far less.

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[Voice] deathmerciful January 16 2010, 06:13:25 UTC
[Lestat's shrewd honesty confirms his own feelings of regret and he shuffles away from the voice recorder]

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