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perfectdevil) wrote1970-08-10 08:05 pm
perfectdevil) wrote1970-08-10 08:05 pmEntry tags:
perfectdevil) wrote1970-08-10 08:05 pm
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Bro, what the fuck.That. That's just called kidnapping, Lestat. Kidnapping and Stockholm Syndrome. It doesn't matter what kind of crazy romantic promises she made you to try and keep you complacent, Demyx is pretty sure that's just straight up a hostage situation. He's gonna go out on a limb here and say Lestat definitely isn't okay? Yikes.At least it explains how weirdly compelled Lestat seems by the idea of Maleficent, someone on nearly the same level, able to all but make a world of her own. Were he a year or two older, Demyx might even actually be able to sympathize, to a degree--when Xehanort puts his final plan into motion, and revives him to become one of his vessels in his bid to remake the multiverse to his own liking..... Well, it isn't as though he'll exactly be able to say no, when the time comes. But that's a lifetime away, and hardly so romanticized as it sounds like Lestat's gilded cage must have been.
He may feel compelled to tell the truth, but that doesn't mean he can't tactfully keep his mouth shut so he doesn't cram his foot in there. Even he can manage a little restraint, sometimes. But what else can you even say about something like that? "Sorry for your loss"? He's really not, though. If anything, that was probably a lucky break for Lestat. "Bummer, dude"? Tell Lestat something he doesn't already know. How much worse would this be if he could actually feel how awkward it is?]
I..... guess not? You'll always have the memories, though.
[Unless Lestat's world has a Naminรฉ equivalent of their own, of course. Then it's probably possible to break that chain, for better or worse. Whether those memories are actually worth having or not, though, that's on Lestat to decide.]
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The last shred of goodness in him had sung out like a dying star, and for his troubles all he got was her looking at him with disappointment and fury, ready to destroy him just for denying her what she decided was rightfully hers.
But admitting to all that makes him a victim, doesn't it? And a victim is the last thing Lestat will ever allow himself to be. He settles on the log a little more, his eyes pinched and focusing in on the fire. He deliberates his answer for a long while, and then the fire seems to pick it for him. ]
Yes, mon ami, her memory will always haunt me.
I couldn't resist >.> /dumps a bucket of Disney over his head
In the end, he only really has one piece of advice to give. How's he coped with his own situation?
Denial. It's not just a river in Egypt!]Yeah, I bet. But hey, hakuna matata, right? She's gone, now; try not to let her get to you too much.
what a wonderful phrase....
Yes, she is gone, and yes Lestat no longer has to worry about the haunted Queen scooping him out of his resting place and spiriting him away to some unknown location to trick him into committing genocide at her side. But she is still with him every day; her blood has changed him so much that sometimes he doesn't recognise himself, and that is something he can't simply forget about.
Akasha had been the first of their kind, the Queen of their race, and her closed mind and cold heart is all that awaits those of his kind who live to reach her age. His soft and diffused beauty will one day fade into something hardened and sharpened by time, and his mind will lose its wonder to the ennui of immortality. It's inevitable, it's inescapable, it's--
Lestat pauses, opening eyes he doesn't remember closing, and frowning slightly. He turns that frown on Demyx. ]
Haku-- What? What did you just say?
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[Spying trips. Reconnaissance trips. Whatever. It's not specifically spying if he's supposed to just look around and learn whatever he can however he can, right? "Infiltrating" an entire world is a pretty grandiose way to put it, really--just a plausibly deniable way of saying that he's expendable enough to lose in unknown territory, if it comes to that. At least it doesn't have to involve fighting, if he's good enough at it.
The melody turns lighter and brighter, almost bouncy. Now that he thinks about it, this place and the Pridelands are both beautiful, untouched expanses of wilderness, aren't they? The Pridelands just..... didn't prevent him from escaping like this one does. Weird, huh? He wonders what's causing it. Too bad he's not smart enough to figure this sort of thing out on his own.]
It means no worries! The past is in the past, the future is in the future. Let 'em stay where they belong. You can only live right now, dude. That's where you belong.
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No worries... [ Lestat muses, tilting his head a little in consideration, easily letting this more light-hearted song wash over him. ] Is that so...
[ He is always so easily taken by music, being an almost rock star himself and having been very recently summoned from death sleep by music it's no surprise that he feels like it speaks to him in a way, so he closes his eyes in the midst of this one. He can feel the notes soothing his twisted soul, reinforcing Demyx's words somewhat, and even if Lestat can't fully let go of what troubles him enough to believe them completely.. he does feel comforted. That much is undeniably true.
He looks to the fire, the flames reflecting back in his eyes, the scent of its strange power still thick in his senses but.. strangely familiar now. He smiles, just a bit. ]
Maybe you're right.