[ It's almost staggering how easily her thoughts come to him. It's been too long to assume her blood is still in his system - or perhaps it is, he doesn't exactly have a way to expel it, perhaps the blood of everyone he's ever taken still exists within him now, ready to be called upon when near it's original owner - but like this it's easy to believe they are inexplicably connected by that one moment of the vampire's kiss with no hope for reprieve.
He doesn't care too much that she doesn't answer him, assuming she just rolled her eyes and is saving the quip for the moment she sees him, instead. He tries to be casual about his approach, so he's not immediately creepy because even someone as caught up in their own smog cloud as he is, can tell when he's teetering on the edge of it, but he fails miserably when he finds that the first alcohol store his instincts have led him to is the one she has also picked for her nighttime run.
Her loneliness calls to him like a scent in the air, his senses tuned into it with a keen kind of familiarity. But he'll be wise this time not to draw too much attention to it, lest their interaction end up like it did the last time. Lestat may be a trouble maker, but he isn't one to under appreciate a second chance on the rare occasion he's offered one.
Once in the store, he decides to follow her suit and keep this nonchalant, browsing the bottles as if he's looking for something of his own, right up until the moment they inevitably meet on the same aisle. ]
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He doesn't care too much that she doesn't answer him, assuming she just rolled her eyes and is saving the quip for the moment she sees him, instead. He tries to be casual about his approach, so he's not immediately creepy because even someone as caught up in their own smog cloud as he is, can tell when he's teetering on the edge of it, but he fails miserably when he finds that the first alcohol store his instincts have led him to is the one she has also picked for her nighttime run.
Her loneliness calls to him like a scent in the air, his senses tuned into it with a keen kind of familiarity. But he'll be wise this time not to draw too much attention to it, lest their interaction end up like it did the last time. Lestat may be a trouble maker, but he isn't one to under appreciate a second chance on the rare occasion he's offered one.
Once in the store, he decides to follow her suit and keep this nonchalant, browsing the bottles as if he's looking for something of his own, right up until the moment they inevitably meet on the same aisle. ]