That has Daniel waving a hand dismissively, as if the light accusation is a bothersome insect to be shooed. "Without Louis? I'm putting a pin in it until he gets here, focusing on this place."
Off the record by dint of the interview's hiatus. It's a lie couched in truth: Armand is right. For all his loud bluster about not being allowed to use what Armand tells him, he's too good a journalist to need to. Armand doesn't need to give direct quotes to provide context by his sheer presence. The possessive weight of his hand on Louis' skin was fascinating because it made explicit something that the Lestat love story could only hint at. Lestat following him out to the bayou to listen to what his lover did. Lestat at his brother's funeral, Lestat in his business, in his ear and his bed. There was an undercurrent of control, of a power dynamic alien to a mortal. That's the kind of shit Armand helps him understand, recolouring Louis' story simply through his existence.
Even here, it's still his job to understand what these creatures are to each other, what their capacities are, what that means for humans, And those things he also doesn't need to describe on the page: I saw the slight figure of the man I had known as Rashid lift off the ground and hover with his arms spread wide, the book he was fetching from the upper shelves clutched in his hand — not needed. But it is the image he called to mind when he tried to flesh out his notes on the story of Lestat carrying Louis into the sky. Lestat; on the record. Vampiricism: on the record. Louis de Pointe du Lac: on the record.
He may not stare with the same off-putting intensity, but Daniel is watching too.
no subject
Off the record by dint of the interview's hiatus. It's a lie couched in truth: Armand is right. For all his loud bluster about not being allowed to use what Armand tells him, he's too good a journalist to need to. Armand doesn't need to give direct quotes to provide context by his sheer presence. The possessive weight of his hand on Louis' skin was fascinating because it made explicit something that the Lestat love story could only hint at. Lestat following him out to the bayou to listen to what his lover did. Lestat at his brother's funeral, Lestat in his business, in his ear and his bed. There was an undercurrent of control, of a power dynamic alien to a mortal. That's the kind of shit Armand helps him understand, recolouring Louis' story simply through his existence.
Even here, it's still his job to understand what these creatures are to each other, what their capacities are, what that means for humans, And those things he also doesn't need to describe on the page: I saw the slight figure of the man I had known as Rashid lift off the ground and hover with his arms spread wide, the book he was fetching from the upper shelves clutched in his hand — not needed. But it is the image he called to mind when he tried to flesh out his notes on the story of Lestat carrying Louis into the sky. Lestat; on the record. Vampiricism: on the record. Louis de Pointe du Lac: on the record.
He may not stare with the same off-putting intensity, but Daniel is watching too.