[Enchanting, isn't she? And this figure he's called forth with his song is merely a pale shadow of her beauty, of the sheer, overwhelming power of her presence. A fairy queen is beyond such things as good and evil, as awe-inspiring and implacable as a force of nature; she even seems to be beyond such a simple dichotomy as life and death. He can't help but wonder what Maleficent would think of meeting a vampire like Lestat, another creature who transcends death. Would they be peers? Would she find him a worthy servant, like Pete? (How the hell did a guy like Pete ever manage to keep company with Maleficent, of all people, anyway?) Would he be a rival to be crushed?
The figure inclines her head graciously and extends a hand to Lestat in return, a queen ready to receive her due devotion. A rippling cascade of notes, and water bubbles around Lestat's feet, glistening tendrils shaping themselves into a facsimile of thorned vines to climb and twine around him. Were they actually Maleficent's, perhaps he might be ensnared and rooted in place, plunged into a cursed magical slumber from the very first prick. She had reshaped the whole of Hollow Bastion with them, after all, hadn't she?
But Demyx's imitations have always been fragile, as easily dispersed as they are created. Lestat hardly needs to move to shake off the vines' cool embrace; even Maleficent's figure would disintegrate after being dealt a few blows, no matter how imposing she may look.]
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The figure inclines her head graciously and extends a hand to Lestat in return, a queen ready to receive her due devotion. A rippling cascade of notes, and water bubbles around Lestat's feet, glistening tendrils shaping themselves into a facsimile of thorned vines to climb and twine around him. Were they actually Maleficent's, perhaps he might be ensnared and rooted in place, plunged into a cursed magical slumber from the very first prick. She had reshaped the whole of Hollow Bastion with them, after all, hadn't she?
But Demyx's imitations have always been fragile, as easily dispersed as they are created. Lestat hardly needs to move to shake off the vines' cool embrace; even Maleficent's figure would disintegrate after being dealt a few blows, no matter how imposing she may look.]