damnedest: (lestat-00193)
lestat de lioncourt. ([personal profile] damnedest) wrote 2024-12-22 09:39 am (UTC)

Nearly a laugh, first.

Sometimes, Lestat is given to wonder if everything is actually about Lestat.

Many things are. Perhaps this is as well. This had begun, had it not, with Armand taking notice of him, all those many decades ago. With his refusing him, his leaving of Paris, pouring money and theatres and ex-boyfriends into his hands like a tithing. His coiling around Louis, whom he loves, whom Lestat loves. And now this, tumbled further down these points of connection, getting his little fangs in Louis' would-be fledgling.

Does not doubt, of course, the danger and harm leveled at Louis, the thought of which is enough to encourage his fangs to lengthen without a trace of blood in vicinity. Does not doubt that Daniel is attempting to manage a being far beyond his comprehension, and it may well destroy him.

But maybe it's all about Lestat, actually, as it always has been. This would be typical.

"Fortunate for you that the only way to prevent imminent disaster is to sit in a room with a vampire and have a series of conversations," he says. 'Fortunate' and 'convenient' are very similar, especially with his tone of voice. "And if you publish his book before I make my debut, my feelings will be hurt."

A tip of his head. They should at least start walking. The snow is imminent.

"You should tell Louis. And accept he will be more fearful for you than mad."

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