Lestat has returned to the living room, kneeling on the ground over an opened guitar case, surrounded by corpses. Within, the guitar itself, a beautiful instrument with the hotly contested Johnny Cash signature scrawled on polished wood, tones of sunrise. Lestat has yet to take it out, very gently touching the strings with the tips of his fingers, setting them to little thrumming sounds.
He looks up as Daniel returns. "It needs tuning," he says, a judgmental slant in his voice that indicates this dead bitch never played it. He closes the case, snapping it locked, and gathers it into his arms, pleased him himself.
Flows to his feet, a preternatural quality to the way he goes from kneeling to standing.
"You can lead the hunt next time," generous, a flick of his hand, "but I think this suited us well, non?" He is definitely Frencher on speed. Why? Who knows. The quick patter of the language, maybe. "Will Louis be home now, do you think? And I still think a fire would be best but mais je m'en remets à votre jugement. If we are hunted down by the police you can explain the misunderstanding."
Pacing out into the hallway, bringing a hand up to smear aside some of the blood on his face.
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Lestat has returned to the living room, kneeling on the ground over an opened guitar case, surrounded by corpses. Within, the guitar itself, a beautiful instrument with the hotly contested Johnny Cash signature scrawled on polished wood, tones of sunrise. Lestat has yet to take it out, very gently touching the strings with the tips of his fingers, setting them to little thrumming sounds.
He looks up as Daniel returns. "It needs tuning," he says, a judgmental slant in his voice that indicates this dead bitch never played it. He closes the case, snapping it locked, and gathers it into his arms, pleased him himself.
Flows to his feet, a preternatural quality to the way he goes from kneeling to standing.
"You can lead the hunt next time," generous, a flick of his hand, "but I think this suited us well, non?" He is definitely Frencher on speed. Why? Who knows. The quick patter of the language, maybe. "Will Louis be home now, do you think? And I still think a fire would be best but mais je m'en remets à votre jugement. If we are hunted down by the police you can explain the misunderstanding."
Pacing out into the hallway, bringing a hand up to smear aside some of the blood on his face.