A little blood in the lapel of fuzzy jacket, sticky on his fingers, but not so much mess that Lestat has to divert his evening. Errands, as he'd said. A walking phonecall with his lawyer, an appointment hastily brought forward and another pushed back, a music store opened after hours for him to move through with the patience of someone with the money and shamelessness to not mind very much about other people's wasted time.
He meets Louis in the park. It's late, but this hardly stops mortals from plaguing the place. A different century, a different city, a different era and set of fashion sensibilities involving leopard print and violet-tinted sunglasses at night, but Lestat strikes a very familiar pose where he waits on the bench, a space for Louis beside him, leg kicked up over a knee, lounging.
Next to him, leaning between ground and bench, a keyboard in its case, which he rests a hand on, fingernails skritching a little at the canvasy texture in an absent way, like it's a loyal pet being given negligent attention. On Louis' arrival, he doesn't stand, but does tip his head, offer a fond smile.
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A little blood in the lapel of fuzzy jacket, sticky on his fingers, but not so much mess that Lestat has to divert his evening. Errands, as he'd said. A walking phonecall with his lawyer, an appointment hastily brought forward and another pushed back, a music store opened after hours for him to move through with the patience of someone with the money and shamelessness to not mind very much about other people's wasted time.
He meets Louis in the park. It's late, but this hardly stops mortals from plaguing the place. A different century, a different city, a different era and set of fashion sensibilities involving leopard print and violet-tinted sunglasses at night, but Lestat strikes a very familiar pose where he waits on the bench, a space for Louis beside him, leg kicked up over a knee, lounging.
Next to him, leaning between ground and bench, a keyboard in its case, which he rests a hand on, fingernails skritching a little at the canvasy texture in an absent way, like it's a loyal pet being given negligent attention. On Louis' arrival, he doesn't stand, but does tip his head, offer a fond smile.