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Unwanted Help

Last time on the VC's Lestat X Nicolas @symphonyofmalice @leroilestat

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"I can't argue with you there" Nicolas said, eyes twinkling as he raised his wineglass. He didn't mind Lestat flirting with women. Even if Lestat ever slept with someone else, Nicolas wouldn't have believed he had any right to claim Lestat's fidelity. If anything, the interest Luchinda showed in Lestat was more natural than what he and Nicolas got up to... But the cheerful moment didn't last long. He didn't hear the voice, but he saw Lestat react to it, suddenly looking around. Nicolas doesn't manage to react in time before Lestat is already up and out the door. 'Stay, have fun', he'd said. As if anything compared to him. As if feeling joy when Lestat wasn't around wasn't like trying to hold sand between his fingers. And perhaps he was the one driving Lestat to insanity, even if he didn't know how. Nicolas sighed and sipped his wine. He got along well enough with the rest of the troupe and musicians, but he didn't have Lestat's natural abundant charm. And the thought of Lestat, walking home alone, nags at him. Didn't Nicolas decide long ago they would both go down together? He's only ten, maybe fifteen minutes behind. He excuses himself from the group- they'd have more fun without him anyway- and tromps off toward their rooms. When he walks through the door, Lestat has his hands over his ears, looking pained. Nicolas kneels by the beside, putting a hand on Lestat's arm. "It's me. Do you hear it now? What is it saying?"

Lestat heard him coming up the stairs. He has learned the rhythm of Nicki's feet on the stairs. He heard the squeak of the door open. He flinched when he felt Nicolas' hand on his arm, "You don't hear it do you?" He looked at him in the eyes hopeful but knowing that it would not be what he wanted to see. "I got some bread and cheese." He told him moving his hands from his ears feeling silly. Pointing at the items on the little table. "It told me we would not need it as I was buying it. It keeps saying, 'Wolfkiller.' Sometimes it laughs at me." "Nicki, if it is not in my head. How would it know that? No one was following me that I could tell. Maybe you would be better without me. I would understand this if it was one of my brothers coming after me. It is not them Nicki. It is not their voices. I do not recognize the voice Nicki." He looked at him. "I am glad you came home. You could have stayed but you came home." He smiled pulling him to him hugging him tight.

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About Love

@monbellemonstre @leroilestat Last time on the VC's Lestat X Louis Rue Royale Rp

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Louis lies still in the velvet-lined coffin, green eyes following every single movement Lestat makes. The familiar cadence of that voice, irritated yet pleading and always so certain of itself even in frustration, washes over him like the memory of sunlight. The accusation stings because it's true, or true enough. His stomach twists, a familiar ache that has no true name, one that belongs to neither the living nor the dead but to some liminal space he's occupied since the night Lestat made him. He hears the rustle of fabric and the soft thud of boots against the floor followed by that single word hanging in the air between them: Well? "I'm listening," he says quietly as he sits up, a glimmer of affection and longing in his eyes despite the somewhat stoic expression on his face. His hunger is stirring at the mere suggestion of feeding, stomach twisting inside as his throat aches. He lifts himself from the coffin with the same preternatural grace they both share, approaching the wardrobe once both bare feet are on the floor. "Love doesn't end with death, I'm incapable of showing affection… I always listen to you, Lestat." As he speaks he smooths down the white button down that managed to remain on his body, reaching for his dark slacks and pulling them on just after. He does not miss the way his Maker's shoulders slouch for a moment before pride reasserted itself, does not miss the challenge in that cocked head, in the frustration radiating from Lestat like body heat. He approaches his paramour slowly and intentionally, a pair of leather-soled shoes dangling by the tongues in one hand while the other hand lifts to brush a bit of golden curl behind Lestat's ear. "Where do you want to go to hunt, cher?"

"Do you really listen Louis?" Lestat asked because it at times felt like he did not really listen. "You are listening now." He smiled, "Stay with me here." He watched Louis dress admiring his beauty. Still as beautiful as the day he found him, maybe more, he thought. He stilled as Louis approached him. He forgot for a moment what he had in mind when he felt his lovers hand brust his hair gently. "I was thinking about going to take the little drink on Bourbon Street. Maybe join them in the garden at Pattie O's. I love watching you gave at the water and flame in their fountain as the music plays there." Lestat touches his face gently, "You are looking paler than normal. Unless you have other idea's, mon amour? He gently lowered his mouth to Louis' neck brushing her lips to it. He pulled away mirth in his eyes. "Does that sound good or do you have a better idea?"