"I leave quite an impression."
a slurred giggle escaped amos's jaws before he had the chance to attempt seriousness , twisting on his heel to face the vampire with blown pupils & glitter sewn curls. ❛ how humble of you ! ❜ the immortal shouted over the music , the base seeping into his bones & reverberating through his core. this particular club was packed , everyone rolling on something , or like amos , a lot. it should be shameful , admitting that being this high was one of the only ways amos could combat his grief. you'd think after centuries , the loss of a loved one would fade. if anything , that emptiness only seemed to grow.
amos blinked against the harsh lights of the dance floor , the man before him wavering in & out of vibrant colors , so fluid it was hard for the oracle to discern what was strobe or aura. a wave of chilly unease arched through him , as it always did beneath the sharp gaze of a vampire , but his neck rolled to the side instead with a crack , ignoring the warning of danger to arch himself closer with a wide grin. ❛ hey .. holy shit , i do know you , don't i ? ❜ his brain was a jumbled haze , but he recognized lestat. not from the set he'd done at the concert venue a few days ago , but from decades prior.
amos's occult shop in new orleans had long since shut its doors , but back in the 1920s it had been thriving. they'd crossed paths many times , though amos vaguely recalled lestat having two people by his side back then. here , he was alone. time had a horrible way of robbing you , didn't it ? amos blinked & swayed on his heels , the room going muffled as the dj moved to change the next set of songs , leaving the immortal to shake a bump onto his thumb & inhale with a groan , returning his attention toward the vampire with a dimpled grin & flushed cheeks. ❛ word .. word of warning. i told you back then , too , but my .. blood tastes fucking awful. i wouldn't try it. ❜
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