"We're on opposite sides, you know." ( hello 👀 )
@gilesian [ ℒ ]
ㅤㅤ“ Au propre comme au figuré. ” The words passing through the exaggeration of pouting lips may occur in the elevated form of a mother tongue, but the translation is transposed to the well dressed man, a soothing echo within the temples that could momentarily lull those who are uninitiated in such trickery— A factor that Lestat doesn’t count on given how the scent of old parchment and tomes intermingles with the dregs of an apothecary, all clinging to the fine stitching of a blazer. Granted there are some other odours and stains present too, but he shan’t hold that against the other, the events of one hell of a night culminating within the confines of a crypt as their mutual goal… but for very different reasons respectively. The mere thought ekes the faintest twitch of a smile from the very corner of his lips, nigh imperceptible and yet it transforms his visage, an air of cunning present.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤA crack in the uppermost corner of the decrepit shelter’s ceiling allows for a searing stream of morning sunlight to penetrate the dingy space, an effective barrier created which splits it in half, luminosity inching across aged stone with each passing hour, forcing Lestat to adjust where he treads with a simulacra of calm in front of the present company. “ Oh dear. Sides. What a queer conceit. ” An undulating trickle of deep throated laughter, a sound grounded in genuine beguilement, light footed pacing commencing along the vibrant obstruction, an exit squarely placed behind the vampire continuing to be (un)intentionally guarded. Surrounding shadows create a dusky hue of violet about the blond’s eyes, ever watchful of the Watcher ( quelle ironie ).
ㅤㅤ“ Indoctrination, a pity. Especially of someone of your impeccable taste. I wonder what other kinds of chicanery they filled that pretty little head of yours with… ”
