R☆ckstar☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆: and this is how the story ends. There was a boy in a little red cape lost in a forest with a Big Bad Wolf or eight. Lestat reclines in his chair as his team presses POST on Spotify. He watches as the fifth song of the upcoming album, and the premiere of his story, reaches the ears of millions. He feels his chest swell with pride. Finally, he is correcting the record. But this story is different. The lyrics hit home even if the names remain a secret. No one will ever know what happened in that forest that night.
No one will ever see Magnus's black eyes that devoured Lestat. A perversion of his visage and now his Maker's vision: fulfilled. A beauty pursued and torn apart in each century. The last goodbye from his Biggest Fan. He returns home by sunrise; he quietly enters one of the many smaller apartments he rents to catch up with others. He doesn't like company in his vast, expensive penthouse. That's for his demons. Just as he crosses the threshold of the doorway into the living room, he captures the sight of his fledgling, who, no matter the years, finally made it, by curse alone, into Lestat's century. He raises his eyebrow, hearing the pouring lyrics and the crescendo of his emotions spilling from a phone speaker.
A blink later, and Nicolas is hanging around his neck. The rockstar stumbles a little before he captures his fledgling's waist, tugging him into his embrace. Lestat doesn't answer immediately. He gently presses his face into the dark heap of hair. He swears he can almost smell Paris snow in Nicki's tresses. Then, after what feels like an insignificant eternity passes, his hoarse voice softly pours from his lips:
"I didn't want to worry you."
