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perfectdevil) wrote1970-08-24 09:05 pm
perfectdevil) wrote1970-08-24 09:05 pm
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Lestat de Lioncourt The Vampire Chronicles |
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Mr. Du Lac wasn't what I expected, he's a good man.
[ You done good, Lestat. Also, he still feels bad about the almost attack (twice) so this is purposefully late. ]
I know I already said it but thanks.
[ You done good, Lestat. Also, he still feels bad about the almost attack (twice) so this is purposefully late. ]
I know I already said it but thanks.
[ Scanning the message the first time makes his blood turn to ice, but upon second consideration, he can feel a distinct warmness blossoming in his heart. ]
You're right. He is a good man. Better than I deserve, I sometimes think.
[ He sends it before he really thinks about it, then, hastily: ]
You don't need to thank me for anything, I was merely showing you companionship. I'm afraid I haven't seen hide nor hair of your Monsieur Gray, though I have kept my ear out for such an individual sounding name.
You're right. He is a good man. Better than I deserve, I sometimes think.
[ He sends it before he really thinks about it, then, hastily: ]
You don't need to thank me for anything, I was merely showing you companionship. I'm afraid I haven't seen hide nor hair of your Monsieur Gray, though I have kept my ear out for such an individual sounding name.
You panicked, didn't you?
[ Does he know that for sure? Not really, but he knows what he would do if someone said that to him about someone from home. But he'd already made a mistake before, so he's treading cautiously now.Except for Armand. ]
Still, I appreciate it.
He's here. I ran into him not long after we parted ways, sounds like we remember the same things from home.
[ Does he know that for sure? Not really, but he knows what he would do if someone said that to him about someone from home. But he'd already made a mistake before, so he's treading cautiously now.
Still, I appreciate it.
He's here. I ran into him not long after we parted ways, sounds like we remember the same things from home.
[ Goddammit, why did Ethan pick now of all times to be especially perceptive. Lestat grits his teeth to force himself to be polite and normal and not at all flustered when he replies. ]
Perhaps.
[ Nailed it. Totally inconspicuous. ]
But I'm glad to hear you've been reunited so soon. This place is a curse enough without the added torture of facing it alone. The relief I felt when I saw Louis was... Well, I'm sure you can imagine.
I have heard that some people come with varying memories, as if they have been brought here from different points in history, or the future. What a relief that you and your companion are of similar understanding, as I am with mine. There are certain moments in my history I don't particularly want to revisit in that manner.
Perhaps.
[ Nailed it. Totally inconspicuous. ]
But I'm glad to hear you've been reunited so soon. This place is a curse enough without the added torture of facing it alone. The relief I felt when I saw Louis was... Well, I'm sure you can imagine.
I have heard that some people come with varying memories, as if they have been brought here from different points in history, or the future. What a relief that you and your companion are of similar understanding, as I am with mine. There are certain moments in my history I don't particularly want to revisit in that manner.
[ Luckily for him he opts out of teasing him further. Next time, however.. ]
Mr. Lioncourt.
Our relationship is nothing like the one the two of you share. For the second time. [ In fact, Ethan makes a face at the device. ] But I understand the meaning behind what you are saying, though I don't know if it was relief that I felt.
Similar understanding is one way to put it. Those are the kind of memories that haunt us all, but they catch up to us eventually whether we want them to or not. For your sake, I hope you're able to stave them off.
Mr. Lioncourt.
Our relationship is nothing like the one the two of you share. For the second time. [ In fact, Ethan makes a face at the device. ] But I understand the meaning behind what you are saying, though I don't know if it was relief that I felt.
Similar understanding is one way to put it. Those are the kind of memories that haunt us all, but they catch up to us eventually whether we want them to or not. For your sake, I hope you're able to stave them off.
You seem to think you know a great deal about the kind of relationship I have with Louis. What on earth has he been telling you, I wonder....
[ It's a joke. Mostly. Lestat can't deny he is kind of interested in what the two of them talked about, particularly if it pertains to him. Maybe he'll try to worm it out of Louis later. He's sure his persuasive charm will work much better on Louis than it will on Ethan. ]
I'm sure there have been plenty of times those closest to me have felt less than relieved to see me; maybe it is simply yet another thing your friend Mister Gray and I have in common...
And as far as memories catching up to us, well. I refuse to be haunted by anything long dead and gone. [ He lied lyingly. ] I find it an impossible waste of time. Forgiveness is quite a new concept for me, but I'm starting to see the appeal. Perhaps you should consider such a thing with those companions you feel for in such a complicated way now.
For some this place is quite literally a second chance.
[ It's a joke. Mostly. Lestat can't deny he is kind of interested in what the two of them talked about, particularly if it pertains to him. Maybe he'll try to worm it out of Louis later. He's sure his persuasive charm will work much better on Louis than it will on Ethan. ]
I'm sure there have been plenty of times those closest to me have felt less than relieved to see me; maybe it is simply yet another thing your friend Mister Gray and I have in common...
And as far as memories catching up to us, well. I refuse to be haunted by anything long dead and gone. [ He lied lyingly. ] I find it an impossible waste of time. Forgiveness is quite a new concept for me, but I'm starting to see the appeal. Perhaps you should consider such a thing with those companions you feel for in such a complicated way now.
For some this place is quite literally a second chance.
I'm safe.
[ He's been awake for quite some time now, but has been so muddled by the situation he's found himself in that he hadn't even thought of using his phone to alert Louis of his whereabouts. Just how in the hell is he going to explain this one over text. Yet again he curses these little keyboards. ]
I think I may have a better understanding of the punishments you told me about. I woke up in a strange place in shackles. But, I have good company, so at least there's that.
Are you alright?
[ He's been awake for quite some time now, but has been so muddled by the situation he's found himself in that he hadn't even thought of using his phone to alert Louis of his whereabouts. Just how in the hell is he going to explain this one over text. Yet again he curses these little keyboards. ]
I think I may have a better understanding of the punishments you told me about. I woke up in a strange place in shackles. But, I have good company, so at least there's that.
Are you alright?
( Louis' cheeks burn with a vicious mix of embarrassment and indignation, and it's a long moment before he manages even a terse response. )
I see.
I woke up with company as well, though whether it is good I cannot say.
I see.
I woke up with company as well, though whether it is good I cannot say.
You did? Are you in a similar situation?... What on earth are you being punished for...?
I wish I knew. Waking up alone would have been punishment enough.
There is a stranger in our bed with me. I could have killed her.
There is a stranger in our bed with me. I could have killed her.
But you didn't, Louis. I understand your penchant, but don't waste energy being miserable for something that didn't come to pass.
I don't like the idea that even our homes aren't sacred. That someone could move me while I slept. I thought we had no cause for a lock on the door but perhaps I was wrong.
I don't like the idea that even our homes aren't sacred. That someone could move me while I slept. I thought we had no cause for a lock on the door but perhaps I was wrong.
Do you actually think a lock would have prevented this?
No. I don't.
I suppose you're furious with me.
I suppose you're furious with me.
I'm only surprised that it happened so quickly.
[ It takes a while for his next reply to come, then two messages in quick succession; like the first was sent without thinking and the second as damage control. ]
You obviously underestimate me.
I wasn't under the assumption that even the little drink would be a punishable offence. All in all, I barely touched her.
You obviously underestimate me.
I wasn't under the assumption that even the little drink would be a punishable offence. All in all, I barely touched her.
And yet it was significant enough for me to notice your fine mood.
What right do I have to complain? How you choose to feed is your business, just as it has always been.
What a monumentally stupid thing to say.
In our world you are entirely correct; you have little say in how and when I choose to feed, but here we are inexplicably linked. My actions have an effect on you. I left you alone this morning, to fend for yourself with a stranger in our bed, as you said. The least you could do is show me some of that ire you're feeling instead of this frustratingly passive nonsense. If you're angry with me, have the decency to say it.
That's an honesty I feel I deserve.
In our world you are entirely correct; you have little say in how and when I choose to feed, but here we are inexplicably linked. My actions have an effect on you. I left you alone this morning, to fend for yourself with a stranger in our bed, as you said. The least you could do is show me some of that ire you're feeling instead of this frustratingly passive nonsense. If you're angry with me, have the decency to say it.
That's an honesty I feel I deserve.
( He is TRYING to keep his composure while handcuffed, which is only making things worse. )
Very well. I'm angry. I'm angry because I love you, and because I know that love is absolutely useless to protect you, or even to stop you from putting yourself at unnecessary risk. And because I still want to see you despite being furious. And because we are having this conversation over text, while I am chained to a strange woman with antlers and attempting not to make a fool of myself, and you are apparently in good company and not concerned for yourself in the least.
Is that better?
Very well. I'm angry. I'm angry because I love you, and because I know that love is absolutely useless to protect you, or even to stop you from putting yourself at unnecessary risk. And because I still want to see you despite being furious. And because we are having this conversation over text, while I am chained to a strange woman with antlers and attempting not to make a fool of myself, and you are apparently in good company and not concerned for yourself in the least.
Is that better?
[ There is a lot to unpack in all that. Lestat is failing completely at maintaining his composure, but he hasn't spared a single thought for how Dorian might be perceiving him. He's trying not to let himself get distracted rereading those three words in text - how do they make him feel so different compared to hearing them - and is trying very much to formulate a response, but.. God, why is this so much harder than just talking?? ]
I wasn't looking for trouble, you idiot. I wasn't hoping for this or even welcoming it. I meant what I said, I didn't think such a small bite would incur any wrath. I wasn't hiding it from you. As you said, you noticed.
And I didn't harm her, in fact she all but encouraged me. Ask her yourself. I haven't seen any other creatures with antlers since my arrival.
I'm miserable doing this with you over text. The man I'm chained to is a friend of Ethan Chandler. I have no choice but to pantomime as some human drunk, and all I want is to see you. I want you furious with me enough that you can barely look at me. I want you to know exactly how you break my heart when you call your love useless and God, I want it to hurt.
I wasn't looking for trouble, you idiot. I wasn't hoping for this or even welcoming it. I meant what I said, I didn't think such a small bite would incur any wrath. I wasn't hiding it from you. As you said, you noticed.
And I didn't harm her, in fact she all but encouraged me. Ask her yourself. I haven't seen any other creatures with antlers since my arrival.
I'm miserable doing this with you over text. The man I'm chained to is a friend of Ethan Chandler. I have no choice but to pantomime as some human drunk, and all I want is to see you. I want you furious with me enough that you can barely look at me. I want you to know exactly how you break my heart when you call your love useless and God, I want it to hurt.
( Oh, Louis regrets this immediately; he doesn't want to cry in front of a stranger, and that last sentence hurts like a physical blow, and the fact that it was her only makes this more embarrassing. And in spite of his hurt feelings, he's still afraid for Lestat. )
If you both enjoyed it, then I have no reason at all to be upset.
( Except that he's remembering his conversation with Armand, and feeling the keenest sense of loneliness. )
Be safe, Lestat.
If you both enjoyed it, then I have no reason at all to be upset.
( Except that he's remembering his conversation with Armand, and feeling the keenest sense of loneliness. )
Be safe, Lestat.
I know a thing or two about eyes and the way yours light up when you talk about him and him about you? What a curious thing.
[ Got you, man. He is more than happy to give just enough information to make him hungry, then not feed him. ]
I can say the same thing about my friends, but who else can you rely on in life? When everything goes to hell, they're there whether you want them to be or not. They see you at your best and at your worst.
Forgiveness? It has to be earned and it's a damn hard thing to achieve. Some people are deserving of it while others aren't, we'll just have to wait and see which of the two options pertain to us. There's nothing for me to forgive them for, they did nothing wrong. [ If only he knew how untrue that was. ]
Yeah, you're right about that.
[ Got you, man. He is more than happy to give just enough information to make him hungry, then not feed him. ]
I can say the same thing about my friends, but who else can you rely on in life? When everything goes to hell, they're there whether you want them to be or not. They see you at your best and at your worst.
Forgiveness? It has to be earned and it's a damn hard thing to achieve. Some people are deserving of it while others aren't, we'll just have to wait and see which of the two options pertain to us. There's nothing for me to forgive them for, they did nothing wrong. [ If only he knew how untrue that was. ]
Yeah, you're right about that.
[ Oh so he has been talking about him to Ethan. Louis' ears must be burning right now, because Lestat is talking to his phone like he's talking to the man himself; What could you have possibly said, Louis, to make Ethan talk this way to me? What of my eyes, do you see what he's talking about, Louis? My oh-so-modest Louis, have you waxed poetic about me? What things do you say to Ethan that you wouldn't say to me, Louis? ]
What kind of act, do you think, would make a person undeserving of forgiveness? Something terrible, surely - but what if they did it under the impression they were doing the right thing? It's so difficult to determine what makes a person deserving of anything in this world, when the goal posts are so constantly changing.
[ He's being so smart, look at him go, having adult conversations of morality with Ethan. It's all a ruse, though, because he can't get Ethan's little drop of intrigue out of his head. ]
... Tell me more about this light in my eyes.
What kind of act, do you think, would make a person undeserving of forgiveness? Something terrible, surely - but what if they did it under the impression they were doing the right thing? It's so difficult to determine what makes a person deserving of anything in this world, when the goal posts are so constantly changing.
[ He's being so smart, look at him go, having adult conversations of morality with Ethan. It's all a ruse, though, because he can't get Ethan's little drop of intrigue out of his head. ]
... Tell me more about this light in my eyes.
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