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USERNAME: @thevampirelestat Lestat de Lioncourt The Vampire Chronicles TEXT • AUDIO • VIDEO • ACTION • OVERFLOW

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[perfectdevil]

[ At the feeling of her warm palm, Lestat does a little double-take visible only in the way he blinks rather rapidly for a few seconds, his body otherwise staying completely still. It's an understandable surprise, this tender moment of softness from her, and it makes his heart feel warm too, as if the heat from her palm travelled straight through his chest. That seasick feeling he'd felt after their last conversation is all but forgotten, replaced instead by a genuine fondness. ]

Of course; I like to surround myself with beautiful things.

[ He turns his head ever so slightly, to kiss the dip of her palm, just above the pulse point of her wrist; just a closed-mouthed and quick little thing, and then he smiles. ]

Thank you for this, and for only teasing me a little.

[keepgodwaiting]

[ A very understandable surprise. But Jo's tired, and as lonely tonight as she ever is. The closeness that wound through the memory was tempting. The details are fading as minutes pass, but the urge she felt in the moment to hold Lestat and share her body heat the way he remembers his violinist -- that lingers.

And it was just a memory. A fantasy to enjoy, like her visions of teasing Lestat. She's grateful for it and she won't forget it, but--

The little flutter his kiss causes her is something she desperately needs to ignore. So she does. ]

Don't get used to it.

[ She pats him on the cheek. The way she puts her armor back on is almost visible, the cocky smirk returning, the insouciant tip of her chin. ]

Do you want to walk me home? You can quiz me about human sex if you like.

[perfectdevil]

[ It is indeed impressive how she steels herself to the world once again, how easily she slips into that haughty bravado, but oh... if it's designed to make Lestat feel closed off, it does the exact opposite. On the contrary, he feels a strange kind of understanding when he watches her mood shift, away from tenderness and towards flippancy because it's easier and it's safer; the same way that Lestat leans so heavily on being an unfeeling monster should the issue touch a little close to a nerve. Their meeting really was a fateful thing, he thinks, as he feels the challenge of pulling more tender moments from her settle somewhere in his chest. ]

Of course, mademoiselle. Anything you wish.

[ So much for the mess, he figures; he's never cleaned anything up in his life and doesn't see why he should start now. Especially not when the City kind of cleans up itself.

He slips an arm around her shoulders as he pulls her toward the door, and can't resist joking: ]

So, it vibrates?