[ It's only been his depression diet for decades, but go ahead...rub it in bloodbag. Here he's been, more than generous with his company, his knowledge, his resources. The ungrateful gratefulness of youth. He could pluck Steve's tongue out of his mouth and feed it back to him. He could have him howling like a wolf on his knees before Lestat's feet. ]
Voilà! [ He exclaims softly, leaning forward to clap a hand on Steve's shoulder as he slips onto his feet to pass him with a subtle tease. ] He has found some manners.
[ Better late than never. Steve is slow to warm, but so was Louis. This vampire is nothing but persistent. ]
You really are an old man. ( harping on manners cinches it. the face Lestat wears isn't that old. 20s, 30s, somewhere in that ballpark. he fits the part until he opens his mouth, and talks a grandma. it's kinda funny, actually. a vampire telling him to mind his p's and q's.
Steve is good at putting on a air of nonchalance. his voice doesn't give him away. but despite talking a big game, even a casual, harmless touch made Steve's stupid little heart skyrocket. fear and thrill in tandem.
he's not surprised to hear the next cigarette won't be so easy. proud and a little stupid, Steve tells himself it won't matter. one is all he needed, and now he's right as rain. he stays and Lestat goes, at least as far as Steve can tell. he doesn't linger in the gatehouse long. just enough to stare out at the murky fog curling around the landscape, linger in what is left of the stink of tobacco. rub the spot over his heart, like he can massage out the traitorous way it thunders when he doesn't want it to. )
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Voilà! [ He exclaims softly, leaning forward to clap a hand on Steve's shoulder as he slips onto his feet to pass him with a subtle tease. ] He has found some manners.
[ Better late than never. Steve is slow to warm, but so was Louis. This vampire is nothing but persistent. ]
The next one will cost you.
🎀 ??? ty for the tasty thread
Steve is good at putting on a air of nonchalance. his voice doesn't give him away. but despite talking a big game, even a casual, harmless touch made Steve's stupid little heart skyrocket. fear and thrill in tandem.
he's not surprised to hear the next cigarette won't be so easy. proud and a little stupid, Steve tells himself it won't matter. one is all he needed, and now he's right as rain. he stays and Lestat goes, at least as far as Steve can tell. he doesn't linger in the gatehouse long. just enough to stare out at the murky fog curling around the landscape, linger in what is left of the stink of tobacco. rub the spot over his heart, like he can massage out the traitorous way it thunders when he doesn't want it to. )