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[nettling]

Lestat de Lioncourt
SUMMON - MISSIVE - PARCEL

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peeing

[bloodrops]

Do you think it's wise? Flaunting your age like that?

[ AMONG OTHER THINGS. ]

mops

[nettling]

[Did he name names? No. Don't get your tie in a twist, mon amour. ]

That's a very funny notion coming from you.

[ Though, he supposes he's still living by the rules Lestat created for him: become the darkness and speak not of it. Those rules belonged to a different world than where they belonged, besides, ]

Who's to say anyone will believe me? These people can barely protect themselves. Don't tell me you consider them any formidable threat to our continued existence here.

[bloodrops]

[ nothing funny about any of this. be serious! ]

They will look to us with prejudice and superstition. Soon they'll sneak to our doors with their little figures and crosses. Hasn't there been enough of that already?

I saw soldiers shooting up coffins in Romania, Lestat.

[ he isn't as naive as he used to be. but also let him live his pretend human life a little longer shh. ]

[nettling]

Did you feed on your new lover?

[Is he buying into the whole pretend human nonsense? Be for real.]

Did you let him forget it or does the memory of the un petit coup still fester in his mind?

[bloodrops]

This isn't about him or what happened at that party. Everyone was acting crazy back there.

[ speaking of-- ]

What did you do? How many lifeless bodies are gonna turn up?

[ just the two that you killed Louis! ]

[nettling]

[ He didn't even mention the party, what did you do at the devil's sacrament, Louis?]

I've killed no one worth missing, that I can be of assurance. [ His tone gently condescending in the way that might suggest a notch of victory in a fight that only he is keeping score of. ]

[bloodrops]

[ he's struggling to keep calm and Lestat may easily notice that. hearing your dead lover's voice in your head after all this time is one thing and now he's trying to piss you off on purpose? ]

Good for you. I'm done killing.

[ announcing it out loud even though no one asked. ]

[nettling]

[ It's a soft and familiar place for them both, as though no time has passed at all and they're tucked away in that festering flat in the French Quarter driving each other insane. ]

A tale I've heard you spin a thousand times. Back to the critters for you, then? I can hear them scratching and crawling in the undercroft, no doubt plump enough for your liking.

[bloodrops]

I prefer birds nowadays.

[ look at all this personal growth you missed while he was gone! can he resent Lestat for not being there after he tried to kill him? yes. ]

[nettling]

[What growth, Louis? He traded one Frenchman for another.]

And here I suspected you were a creature of habits.

[otherbitches]

[ After listening in on Steve’s whining: ]

...Do you have opium?

[nettling]

Not at the present.

[ What century does he think he came from? ]

Looking for a little something to take off the edge again so soon?

[otherbitches]

[ How many centuries was 200 years ago?? ]

Aren’t you? This place gives me the creeps.

[ ... ] Do you actually have cigarettes? Real ones? Not sawdust in a pipe?

[nettling]

The real deal.

[ He lets that hang in the air a moment. Not that he needs to tempt Billy, but that it's a little fun. ]

Are you waiting for me to offer you one?

[otherbitches]

Is it as easy as asking?

[ He's a little cagey, a little spooked, from what they did and what he remembers and how much he liked it, and how badly he wants to have a cigarette when Steve can't fuckin' get one. Loser. ]

[nettling]

For you, mon ange? It could be.

[ Gentle, borderline teasing. Not the harsh way he batted Steve around, but something softer. A door left ajar for Billy's taking. ]

i can only do this kind of haunting

[bloodrops]

[ venting out loud to Lestat comes so naturally to him that he doesn't even realize he's doing it before his words have closed the mental distance between them-- ]

The old man thinks he knows everything. He's just like us. He's no beast whisperer or anything. Sweeping all unpleasantness under a rug isn't going to stop the spoiling.

[ it's like they were occupying the same rooms again, conversing through walls and doors. ]

oh ok

[nettling]

[ Louis, stomping around their flat, while going on his little rants. Lestat, in his chair, pouring himself over a chess board or reading the newspaper. It's a moment that strikes a familiar warmth before it crumbles again under their reality.

This is not their townhouse. Louis paces on the other side of a ruinous castle alone, ranting like a madman at a wall. Lestat hears it while pouring over a quill and paper, waiting for inspiration to hit him while he inevitably was eavesdropping on his earlier conversation. ]

These people live in fear, like any mortals do. Shaking their blessed chams and chanting their prayers hoping it will keep the darkness away. So far, their methods seem to have worked for them. Is it your job to tell them there isn't a god?

[bloodrops]

[ Louis stops mid-rant when he hears Lestat's voice in his mind – real this time, smooth and rich as honey. the realization of how he's reached out for him comes quick, but it's not enough to put out the hot flames of his irritation. ]

It's-- it's not my job. [ he begins again, though with less gusto this time. ] They're gonna notice it themselves, but it's going to be too late by then.

[nettling]

Too late for what?

[bloodrops]

Their friend is going to be gone and they'll realize they abandoned everyone who came before her.

[nettling]

What if she is truly gone as they said?

Have you heard her thoughts? I hear only emptiness from that tower.

[bloodrops]

Don't you too start!

[ he came here to rant and have a good time! none of his claims or theories are based on facts! ]

[nettling]

[okay mr louis alternative facts du lac.]

You are wasting your breath on all of this.

[bloodrops]

Then what should I be wasting it on?

[ he can't even do his little hobbies here. his collection. his camera. :( ]