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A family trip to the circus ends with a satisfying supper and an attempt to fill Louis' belly.
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- Part 1 of Joyrides
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I’m so so madly in love. Straight up vibrated anytime they said “our daughter” or referred to themselves as married oh my god the writing is so phenomenal I’ve been hitting a goldmine recently I couldn’t thank these authors enough really
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"That constellation right there,” Louis said, turned to his right, “is Cassiopeia,” sketching a W into the tapestry of stars above. He dragged his finger higher directing Claudia's eyeline, “And a little bit further up, see that bright one? That's the North Star.” And as he traced his finger in a lazy rectangle with a tail, he explained, “And all that there is the Little Bear.”
Hmm, Lestat wondered. His Queen and Little Bear gazing at the stars on their ride home. What a luxurious, guts-rummaging thought.
They’re both his North Star, aren’t they? His love and his child are his guiding light, no? His beacon?
Where once he’d hated the very thing. Polaris... The very same star he’d once stared at in wonder and disillusionment, how with just one eye the boundaries of the bright little speck of light would dance like fire, all the while his other eye was swollen shut, blackened in bruises, the burst blood vessels puffing like a swollen bag, his prodding fingertip inciting more suffering when he tried to soothe it. His forced parallax well defined with only one periphery of sight through which to gaze, one eye, gleaming with tears, fixed upon that twinkling star mocking him. If only then he had thought, he could rise so far and away from his father and brothers until they were like ants beneath his foot! If only then—
“Is the Lion in the sky tonight?” he asked Louis, forcing himself to abandon his maudlin rumination, already knowing the answer.
“Mhmm,” Louis said, twisting his head around. “But if we’re driving north, northeast, might not be able to see it from where we are. Maybe if we crane our necks around—”
“Oh, what a pity! Are you sure?” he insisted, playfully yes, but also in the most serious pursuit of science.
Louis scoffed, amused in a way, and shook his head with a tiny, lopsided smile. He turned to Claudia and made the swoop like a question mark with his fingers. “Down that way, some of the Lion looks like this. That’s how my Daddy showed me how to find it.”
“I’m sure I could picture a lion on my own with the ones right in front of me here instead,” Claudia said, squinting up at the stars, her fingers glazing across the air. “Pretty sure that one bright one and little one up there could be a mane, right Daddy?”
“Well, how about that one over here?” Louis posed, fixing his torso around and pointing to the lower horizon on their left. “The little one right beside it? Maybe we’ll call it a shoe? The way it’s so sloped like that?”
Lestat wrapped his hand around Louis’ shapely thigh, Louis ignored his unseemliness of course, too engrossed in Claudia and constellations, but Lestat did not miss the minute ripple under his palm, the flex and release, the carefully suppressed smile. He’d have that thigh around his waist by morning. He listened to them reconfiguring constellations, nodding in assent when Claudia would occasionally seek his input. Yes, that does look like a coat, yes that does very well look like a palm tree, yes that could be someone’s bared neck, ripe for the taking.
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