[ Lestat's sigh is a weirdly forced sounding thing, as though he's forcing all bad energy from his body with such an exhalation. Demyx isn't wrong in his first impression, that it's kidnapping and that Lestat is deluding himself if he tries to say that his position at Akasha's side was anything other than a power play on her part as she'd used him to connect to the modern world. He's sure he loved her once, but that love soon turned to revulsion as he realised she was everything he was so deathly afraid of becoming.
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.
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I couldn't resist >.> /dumps a bucket of Disney over his head
[Silence is fine, if Lestat needs it after his little..... episode. Remembering all that has obviously shaken him up; they don't have to talk, if he's not up for it. But Demyx's fingers do move in the space left by Lestat's musing, improvising a meandering melody that builds on itself as it goes. Gotta do something with himself while the guy has his war flashbacks, huh?
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.
[ Lestat listens to the melody and lets it take him away from here for a moment, to let Demyx's words sink in and to follow the instruction wilfully. As if it's that easy.
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. ]
Hakuna matata! It's a little something I picked up on one of my scouting trips.
[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.
[ Lestat hasn't heard the phrase before, and he doesn't recognise it in any language he's familiar with - but then his experience is predominantly European languages, and he's pretty certain by now that the lands that make up the world he comes from and the ones that exist in Demyx's world have very little cross over. ]
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. ]
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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.