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What do I have that I need to defend? I have everything I need. You could tell me why you love me. I am dying to hear it.
Did my curse not make itself a prophecy?
Because I have loved you when everyone else has left you to die.
I make it a habit not to consider others’ curses. I have enough of my own.
Is your love not conditional?
That was mine to you, Lestat.
Do you expect it to be?
Of course I do. All love is conditional.
What do I have that I need to defend? I have everything I need. You could tell me why you love me. I am dying to hear it.
Did my curse not make itself a prophecy?
Because I have loved you when everyone else has left you to die.
I make it a habit not to consider others' curses. I have enough of my own.
Is your love not conditional?
Yes, but you also love me, don’t you? It’s a shame, Armand, your obsession for those who do nothing but despise you.
Yes, you often wonder why I do too, don’t you? I’m starting to believe your malice is aimed to defend yourself more than hurt me, Lestat..
What do I have that I need to defend? I have everything I need. You could tell me why you love me. I am dying to hear it.
"I don’t know, Louis, out." Lestat watched his companion, impatient. "Why should I have to pick all of the places? Feeding, perhaps, or maybe to the theatre. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? We haven’t seen a play in so long." The last time, Lestat, recalled, however, had not gone over so well as he’d complained through the majority about the horrendous actors, knowing that, if he could just have mortality for a moment, he could show them all.
"You are the one who suggested it." Rising from his chair, he took back the novel from Lestat’s hands, moving to place it back in its rightful place on his bookshelf. "I have no interest in hunting with you, as I know you are aware. The theatre is fine. Or perhaps we could see a film?" Truly, he did not wish to hear Lestat’s critique of plays tonight. Yet he imagined he would in fact fancy spending the night by his side and may have judged him a tad too harsh; it had been so long, after all.
Lestat frowned, his arms crossing over his chest. "Cinema has no art anymore, Louis. Where's the magic? We've seen it all before." He huffed, dramatically, finishing with, "But I suppose you won't shut up unless I agree." It was as close as Lestat could come to an admission of yearning, and an acceptance of plans. "Go on then, get your coat."
Lestat rolled his eyes, reaching forward, plucking the book from Louis’s hands. Turning it around, as though reading, he said, “Once upon a time, there was a stick-in-the-mud named Louis. And Louis read so many books they got stuck to his face. Now.” The book slammed shut, and Lestat’s eyebrows rose, expectantly. “Are we going out or not?”
Green eyes rose to meet the other’s, expression entirely unamused. How desperate Lestat seemed for attention tonight. It was true, yes, that he had entirely missed the other, craved his presence on more evenings than Louis perhaps wished to admit, however, his own mood was entirely sour at the present moment. But he was also tired, and it seemed more effort to argue than to simply concede. ”Where do you intend us to go?”
"I don't know, Louis, out." Lestat watched his companion, impatient. "Why should I have to pick all of the places? Feeding, perhaps, or maybe to the theatre. You'd like that, wouldn't you? We haven't seen a play in so long." The last time, Lestat, recalled, however, had not gone over so well as he'd complained through the majority about the horrendous actors, knowing that, if he could just have mortality for a moment, he could show them all.
Of course I have. And I despise most of them. Do you not despise Daniel? Do you not understand, when you look at him, why Marius would be so sick of you?
Only as much as you can despise Nicolas and Louis— or Gabrielle and David, for that matter.
I don’t think there’s anyone on this Earth I can hate more than I have hated you, Lestat.
Yes, but you also love me, don't you? It's a shame, Armand, your obsession for those who do nothing but despise you.
My whims change on a dime, Louis. I can’t be expected to tell you what I want now when it may change soon, can I?
Louis sighed at that, re-opening the book that he’d been content to read prior to Lestat’s arrival. There was little point in responding. He was irritated this evening, frustrated with the other’s cruel words towards their so recently revived daughter.
Lestat rolled his eyes, reaching forward, plucking the book from Louis's hands. Turning it around, as though reading, he said, "Once upon a time, there was a stick-in-the-mud named Louis. And Louis read so many books they got stuck to his face. Now." The book slammed shut, and Lestat's eyebrows rose, expectantly. "Are we going out or not?"
At least Lestat is self-aware.
Oh, Louis. You know I can never stay away from you for too long. I am endlessly amused by your damnable face in a book.
What exactly do you want, Lestat?
My whims change on a dime, Louis. I can't be expected to tell you what I want now when it may change soon, can I?
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//I’m liking this ooc. Because that is a BIG no no, I understand. xD
ooc; That it issss. Louis is very protective of her. And, of course, he doesn’t like Lestat’s conversation with Armand either, haha. It’s perfect.
//Lestat makes me so angry sometimes, but he's my bb and I love him so much. He's my loudest muse, that's for sure.
God I am so sorry for Lestat. He's just...
My maker? …Is Claudia not still a sore subject for you?
She lit me on fire. There’s a difference.
I doubt you cannot love one which you made, which you have made many.
Of course I have. And I despise most of them. Do you not despise Daniel? Do you not understand, when you look at him, why Marius would be so sick of you?
Long time no see, old man.
You do have a way with words, don’t you, my dark darling.
Darling? Don’t think I’ve heard you call me that in over a century. Have you hit your head?
Perhaps I've grown soft in my old age. Or perhaps I'm tired of fighting. Or perhaps you've spent your time too long in a book and can no longer detect sarcasm.
You’re infuriating, Lestat! You prove me right that you know nothing! Go back to sleep if you believe you can say such things without a conscience!
I rest quite easily each morning, don’t be concerned with me. Is it truly such a sore subject for you after all of these years?
My maker? …Is Claudia not still a sore subject for you?
She lit me on fire. There's a difference.
No, I don’t think you do as much as you may think you do. Louis and I have rekindled much of what we should have had in these past decades.
You contradict yourself, Lestat.
Mon dieu, don’t you have your own creator to pine over? Why the hell do you need my fledgling?
You’re infuriating, Lestat! You prove me right that you know nothing! Go back to sleep if you believe you can say such things without a conscience!
I rest quite easily each morning, don't be concerned with me. Is it truly such a sore subject for you after all of these years?
You don’t need to worry about me, mon cher. Just because you don’t hear it doesn’t mean it isn’t happening.
I suppose.
And why return to me now? Have you found no entertainment elsewhere?
Oh, Louis. You know I can never stay away from you for too long. I am endlessly amused by your damnable face in a book.
Do not speak to her in such a manner, Lestat.
Speak to who in what manner, Louis? I speak to many in many ways, you're going to have to be more specific.
