Saenger Theater...
Robyn attended her first opera, an experience made possible by her current partner. The couple traveled to New Orleans, a destination holding both positive and negative memories for him from the 1900s. Despite the haunting recollections, the goddess was determined to create new, happier memories with her partner. Sitting in the skybox with Lestat, she confidently observed the varied emotions and thoughts of the people around them. Some appeared content, while others seemed conflicted or frustrated with their lives, but most simply took things as they came. Looking back at Lestat, she noticed that he had pricked his finger to pinpoint the areas where the male singer had missed a step. She took a deep breath and clenched her jaw, knowing his next reaction.
"Uh oh," Robyn muttered, her heart racing as she sensed the impending conflict. Music was not just a passion for Lestat; it was his life. It had been a constant companion from his mortal days to his immortal existence. She admired his poise in the crowd, but beneath his composed exterior, she sensed a sinister plan – the calculated murder of the singer on stage. Despite his obliviousness, Robyn, with her quiet demeanor, had somehow managed to thwart his malevolent intentions. She observed him in silence, concealing her knowledge of his dark scheme, her bravery shining through her calm facade.
Gradually, her hand moved towards his, and she tenderly brushed the back of his hand, murmuring, "Mon amour..." in a soft tone, hoping to draw his focus towards her. Although he hadn't explicitly expressed it, she sensed that her voice could quell the turmoil within him. "What's occupying your beautiful mind?" Robyn inquired, mindful of giving him the space to articulate his thoughts in his way.
His intense gaze remained fixed on the stage before shifting to meet hers. The dilation of his pupils was so pronounced that it was as if they had turned into tiny pinpoints, revealing a sense of mystery. His facial expressions were a delicate balance between inviting warmth and a hint of potential danger, adding to his enigmatic allure. Despite this, Robyn couldn't look away; his eyes seemed to entangle her in a captivating trance. It was as if she couldn't help but fall deeper in love with him. "Parle-moi, mon amour," she began to speak in his native tongue, her hand reaching out to rest on his shoulder as one of her fingertips brushed gently against his cheek, the fleeting possibility of her encountering one of his fangs only adding to the intrigue.
As the two locked eyes in a wordless exchange, Robyn could discern the emotions playing across his face as easily as if she were reading an open book. She was familiar with the unsettling aura he exuded when he smiled, yet she found solace in his presence, feeling completely secure. The patterns in his handwriting remained etched on the paper in front of him, and the melodic singing gradually faded away, heightening the palpable tension in the room. His dissatisfied expression morphed into a wicked grin as he broke into applause, and Robyn hesitantly followed suit.
Robyn reclined in the plush chair, her eyes fixed on the stage with an intensity that matched her boyfriend's. Her gaze could have turned anyone to stone if she so desired. "Okay," she began, initiating telepathic communication with him, granting him the permission he had sought before the show started. How could she refuse him? How could she deny him the opportunity to right a wrong according to his nature? Despite his occasional irrational behavior, she understood and shared his deep passion for music, having dedicated over 20 years to the industry herself. It was clear that whatever had transpired on stage had not satisfied him. "I can distract him if you want, my love." The unwavering loyalty of the goddess to the vampire always thawed her cold heart.
Robyn's longing for the male singer's partner, who was performing on stage with him, was palpable. Although she wasn't a vampire, she harbored a bloodthirsty hunger even more intense than theirs. Her goddess-like appearance concealed the dangerous beast within, with hearts and limbs acting as sustenance to satiate the inner monster.