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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! ]

[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. ]

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.

[babysitters]

So what do you want for it.

( that's right. no pleasantries, no ass kissing, not even a clear distinction of what he's asking about. straight to business. )

[nettling]

[ He knew he'd come sniffing around some day. He'll do him the courtesy of trying not to sound too pleased. Maybe 10% less pleased. ]

What happened to hello? How are you? My name is?

[babysitters]

Can't we just get to the point.

( which is, how does he get a cigarette and still maintain a sliver of dignity. )

[nettling]

Where is your sense of whimsy?

[babysitters]

Do you live under a rock? This place is a complete downer.

( how is he supposed to be whimsical in these circumstances??? )

[babysitters]

You still good for a smoke or was that bullshit.

( Steve didn't forget the next one will cost you part, but he needs to know the goods exist before he starts haggling. )

[nettling]

Ah, you've seen behind my ruse. [ French and deadpan, he has range. ]

If I had an interest in tormenting you, be assured I'd pick something more stimulating than waiting for you to skulk back around for a punchline.

[ He could be doing so much more, he's certainly not living up to his full potential within these here walls. At this point he's not certain what Louis has said of him to Steve or if Steve is just like this.]

[babysitters]

( Steve is Just Like This if you are killer coded in his estimation. why he doesn't act up w Louis, THE MAN THAT KILLED PPL, is mostly due to Louis being nice to him. I never said it was fair. )

I died keeping this castle from swandiving into a volcano. The fact you can be a pain in the ass right now should be worth a cigarette.

[nettling]

Ah, so we can freeze and starve instead of burn to death. Well, why didn't you say so? My savior.

1/2

[babysitters]

( Steve kinda knew that wasn't gonna fly. it's still annoying. it is so vampire to not be grateful to be alive, while literally victimizing the entire human race to not be dead. but you miss every shot you don't take, and at this point Steve is not so proud he won't whiff a potential basket from across the court, even though he knows the odds. especially in this instance, because his best shot is also his worst option. )

Fine.

( is he really gonna do this? it's possibly the dumbest idea he's ever had. he's really putting a lot of faith in Louis liking him better alive for the chance at lung cancer. Steve knows he should quit while he's ahead. there's still time for him to have common sense, right? )