[ Lestat listens to the warning with a slightly tilted head, caught in consideration for a long, long moment while Demyx continues to speak. She certainly doesn't sound like a typical fairy - green skin, whoever heard of a fairy with green skin? - but the description of her prowess and the fact that whole worlds aren't safe with her around... It reminds him all too much of Akasha, and with a slight uptake in his pulse due to either fear or exhilaration or both, he wonders what kind of presence she might command.
He doesn't have to wonder for much longer, as soon enough Demyx is conjuring up an instrument Lestat doesn't recognise and begins plucking some foreboding sound from it, producing an image of her lit faintly by the light of their fire.
Lestat raises to his feet as though in a trance, his eyes wide and drinking in her horrifying beauty and wicked smile. She's much taller than even his impressive height, and he finds it entirely impossible to even consider looking away.
He understands that this is magic, some sort of apparition from Demyx's power, but even so he still reaches out a reverent hand to touch her. ]
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He doesn't have to wonder for much longer, as soon enough Demyx is conjuring up an instrument Lestat doesn't recognise and begins plucking some foreboding sound from it, producing an image of her lit faintly by the light of their fire.
Lestat raises to his feet as though in a trance, his eyes wide and drinking in her horrifying beauty and wicked smile. She's much taller than even his impressive height, and he finds it entirely impossible to even consider looking away.
He understands that this is magic, some sort of apparition from Demyx's power, but even so he still reaches out a reverent hand to touch her. ]