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lestat de lioncourt. ([personal profile] damnedest) wrote 2024-08-20 12:39 am (UTC)

Lestat had preached something about clean up, which probably likewise seems at odds with Louis' folklore account of the fever that had swept through New Orleans on his arrival, men and women with bite marks on their next. Six foot tall rats. Perhaps there is a certain amount of mischief and negligence one feels capable when they first hit town.

So. He tips his head, considering this likelihood, Daniel's comme ci comme ça certainty, the way he had sensed none of these people had the kind of strong external connections to evoke a mass outcry at their collective perishments. Among his reasons for choosing them. Others including, he had sensed Daniel would charm them well in his little outfit, his wit, the promise of a wealth of interesting experiences and stories, the promise of an anecdote never to be shared. And he was right.

Oh, and the guitar.

"Bien," he says, with a one-shouldered shrug. "Excusez-moi."

A normal step, and then he vanishes into a cartoon blur of motion. Another slamming open of a door. The sound of a bedroom getting carelessly ransacked.

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