No matter, Lestat has his own—the delicate click of metal and sharp, diamond hard nails following the flare of flame, an issuing of fresh smoke.
Listens. The charming persistence of superstition gives way—a surprise, like touching something sharp in the dark—to blood, gives way to ash and ember drifting, to animal screams and sharp teeth. He tastes these memories as he tastes the smoke, cigarette held between teeth as he pockets case and lighter, and drags his gaze towards the far painting, which has dust gathering on the top of the frame that someone should remember to clean.
Daryl's heart rate is impressively even.
"Monet painted hundreds of water-lilies," he explains, meanwhile, despite this show of incuriousity—a hand splaying, poised in the air. "Hundreds of paintings, all called 'Water-Lilies', or nearly. More paintings than there are people who could speak to their worth and skill now, I'm sure. But," a wave, a tap of ash, "it's been a long time since anyone could imagine spending a life painting flowers over and over."
A shrug, following the way he has turned into a sideways lean against the bar. "I leave appreciating the decor to my betters. I come to watch the people."
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Listens. The charming persistence of superstition gives way—a surprise, like touching something sharp in the dark—to blood, gives way to ash and ember drifting, to animal screams and sharp teeth. He tastes these memories as he tastes the smoke, cigarette held between teeth as he pockets case and lighter, and drags his gaze towards the far painting, which has dust gathering on the top of the frame that someone should remember to clean.
Daryl's heart rate is impressively even.
"Monet painted hundreds of water-lilies," he explains, meanwhile, despite this show of incuriousity—a hand splaying, poised in the air. "Hundreds of paintings, all called 'Water-Lilies', or nearly. More paintings than there are people who could speak to their worth and skill now, I'm sure. But," a wave, a tap of ash, "it's been a long time since anyone could imagine spending a life painting flowers over and over."
A shrug, following the way he has turned into a sideways lean against the bar. "I leave appreciating the decor to my betters. I come to watch the people."