Thanks to @0junemeatcleaver0 for planting the idea for Sybelle and Rose in my head with this lovely Louis/Viktor fic.
Few things. Rated...M...E? I don’t know, don’t read if you’re not an adult. Lestat spared no expense in Rose’s education, including her extracurriculars, and the one that Rose latched onto was ballet. Never the lead, always ensemble as a human, her love of dance is not in the books but is my firm headcanon. Rose and Viktor are BFFs and not lovers in most of my writings (because Viktor is gay and Rose really wants Lestat anyway)
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Two weeks after Rose had started piano lessons with Sybelle it was clear that she wasn’t showing any improvement. All vampires were excellent mimics, and Rose often thinks it’s a way for them to more easily blend in with humans. If they can mimic how humans act then it’s harder for them to be spotted as being strange or odd. So Rose is able to mimic Sybelle’s fingers, the mechanics of pressing the keys easy to understand. It feels like typing to her, a skill she had to master in order to write all the papers on poetry in college. Not that she ever earned her degree. But when Rose plays piano it is easy to hear that she doesn’t have the musicality that Sybelle does. There was a way that Sybelle played that was indescribable, and her music transcended the simple action of fingers hitting keys.
Frustrated, Rose folds her arms, looking to the woman she now considered a friend. Sybelle doesn’t speak much, typically letting the music speak for her, but now she rests a hand on top of Rose’s shoulder.
“Not all of our kind are meant for all skills. You dance better than I can.”
“I haven’t tried to teach you much dance. We’ve been so focused on piano. I could now.”
“No. I would rather watch you. Let me play for you.”
Sybelle nudges Rose off of the piano bench, taking her place in the middle of the seat. Now standing, Rose waits a few bars as Sybelle starts playing, letting her music speak to something intangible inside of her. Rose’s eyes shut, her limbs moving on their own accord. Ballet was her speciality, but now she moves with more freedom than those rigid standardized moves. What is vampire music? Certainly what Sybelle plays now, slightly discordant, not having to follow human limitations, a tempo far too fast and a harmony at odds with the melody such that a human would almost find this piano playing wrong. But to Rose’s ear it was perfect, and she is sure her body is moving with equal inhuman qualities. There is nothing holding her back, and her audience is only Sybelle. Only? That feels wrong. Her audience is Sybelle alone, and there are no reservations to be held with her. Rose can move with full freedom, leaping and twirling and occasionally pausing as she lets her music fill her entire being before unleashing once more in a series of movements that would be impossible for a human to do.
The song ends almost as abruptly as it had begun, and Rose can feel she is covered in a very thin layer of blood sweat. She doesn’t need to pant, her lungs not actually useful for anything other than allowing her to have breath for speech, but her chest heaves regardless, her eyes finally meeting Sybelle’s. She’s being watched intently, a look on the blonde that she has never seen before.
Sybelle stands, closing the distance between them with slow, careful steps. She’s taller than Rose, almost everyone besides Benji is, but it means she has to look up slightly to meet her eyes properly now. Sybelle hardly seems to notice, taking Rose’s arm, no hesitation as she licks the blood from her skin, her tongue traveling up her arm until she’s at her lips, kissing her deeply, forcing her mouth open with her tongue, tasing her. Rose’s hand rests on the small of Sybelle’s back, keeping her close, even daring to pull her closer.
When Sybelle releases her lips they’re both panting, but Rose can’t help a small smile. She offers her other arm, Sybelle taking the hint, cleaning her from the blood. Rose wonders what she tastes like to her, if it’s enough blood to even taste like anything at all. She wonders what Sybelle tastes like.
If Sybelle can hear her thoughts she doesn’t give it away, but does kiss her again, this time less impulsively, leading Rose down on the ground, this kiss almost human, their fangs staying as out of the way as possible, no blood shared between them. Rose is now laying on her back, Sybelle above her. A woman of few words, she begins to tug up Rose’s dress, seeming eager to see her naked. Rose does what she can to help accommodate Sybelle, lifting her hips when need be, raising her arms from the wandering of Sybelle’s body they had been doing, so she’s naked in no time. The forced air of the air conditioning hardens her nipples, though there are many other signs that she’s properly aroused. Sybelle is far more of a mystery, though she lets her take charge. She wants this, whatever it is.
Sybelle kisses at her neck, grazing her fangs over the skin, though restrained enough not to break it. She wasn’t much older than her by vampire standards. Besides, they look like contemporaries, and that is all that matters in the coven.
Rose isn’t sure how she should proceed. Sybelle never gave much away with what she was thinking, reserved, almost shy, But Rose felt she had bonded with her these few weeks, even if it wasn’t very long technically speaking. She’d been given a window into how Sybelle thinks, and it was a far more complex process than most of the coven gives her credit for. What she couldn’t gauge is what she should do now. She could be submissive if she was in the mood, but now Rose wanted nothing more than to pin Sybelle down and scissor her until the sun rose.
She wasn’t going to be given that opportunity. Sybelle’s kisses moved from her neck to her nipples. Rose almost wanted to cover them in shame. She was so flat chested compared to most of the other women in the coven, fuck, just women in general. It wasn’t like she was turned young, it was just how her body was. Sybelle didn’t seem to care, taking her time with each breast, biting with her dull teeth, causing Rose to whine when she wasn’t biting any harder. But it was clear that Sybelle had a plan tonight, though Rose isn’t sure how long she’d been planning this for.
The kisses become presses of her tongue as she settles between her legs, Rose easily spreading for her, clear how aroused she is. Blood is practically on the floor with how wet she’s become, but that hardly seems to matter now. Sybelle laps at her clit, causing Rose to moan without reservations. Her tongue explores her folds, finding where the blood is coming from, drinking it down with an expertise Rose is unsure where she’s acquired. It doesn’t matter, nothing does, consumed by the bliss as she licks and sucks and makes her feel things she hadn’t in some time.
Her orgasm is small, hardly consequential, but it is a signal that has Sybelle moving, laying on top of Rose, kissing her forehead. Unsure how to interpret her actions, Rose does turn her head to kiss her lips, a thank you without words. Pinned down, she attempts to reciprocate, but Sybelle doesn’t allow her. Instead, she’s forced to lay there with her, letting herself be lulled into a mortal sleep by Sybelle’s soft humming.
When she wakes it’s only because Armand has her gripped by the throat and pinned against a wall, hardly caring that she’s naked.
“You hurt Sybelle, you lose your head. I don’t care whose daughter you are, Rose de Lioncourt.”
“I…I don’t intend to hurt her. I don’t even…put me down!”
Armand most likely is probing her mind, satisfied with both her words and thoughts, dropping her unceremoniously.
“If you are her girlfriend then you cannot hurt her. I will not allow it.”
“Okay, I get it. I won’t break her heart, or I’ll try my best not to. I…didn’t even realize that we were…we are…”
“You may sleep in her coffin now.”
With that Armand is gone, leaving her naked and sitting on the floor, trying to puzzle out his words, and Sybelle’s actions. Why did she leave her there? Rose did know that Sybelle often went into the death sleep before her most nights, but it couldn’t be that close to dawn. Could it? Scrambling up to find her phone she saw it was indeed time for her to head to coffin as well. Before she heads down, to climb into Sybelle’s, she smiles to herself.
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