#molloyed.

[violinisten]

continued from here / @molloyed

truth be told, nicolas tends to forget that he has the ability to pry out whatever information he needs from unwitting human minds. although he observes daniel for some time, before eventually making his presence known, it doesn’t occur to him to listen in. he senses the heaviness hanging around the room and that is enough. when he finally approaches, as daniel starts to explain, he can tell there’s a significant change in the boy’s demeanor from the last time he’s seen him. he wonders if he’s high or drunk, or both, or if he simply sad. 

“who was he?” nicki asks in return, “was he anybody to you?” he can’t think of a more sensitive way to phrase it. he shrugs his shoulders and pulls out a chair for himself to sit on, “you figured wrong. my initial curiosity was quenched and renewed again. i liked your company.” he has no excuse for being back and so he’d rather not linger on the particulars of his visit. he simply felt like coming. “i can leave if i am unwanted.”  

he leans forward, elbows resting on his knees, exploring the look on daniel’s face more carefully. finding nothing there to suggest that he should leave him be, he offers him a small smile. “are you asking for a cigarette or offering me one, molloy?”

[ofthineguilt]

[ CAUGHT ]: sender finds receiver somewhere they aren't supposed to be.

𝐇igh from not only the adrenaline provided by crowd, but from the un petit coup he consumed before the performance. The fan he had drank from was stuffed with drugs that would make anyone's eyes roll to the back of their heads. The Rockstar staggered into the door of his hotel room, pawing his claws at the doorknob, groaning and moaning till he was able to open it.

Stumbling inside, the glitter-fied blond fell to his knees with a bubbly giggle, amused at his own fucked up state. His tongue curled up and pressed against his two front teeth, the sides of his mouth furl upwards in a cat-like smirk. He was wired and very much in his own world at the moment, happy to rid himself of the ghosts that haunted his every waking thought. Even if it was only for a few hours. His thick soled boot kicks the door closed with a SLAM! He crawls on all fours, past the bathroom and the mini kitchen and into the messy living room area that was trashed with fuck knows what and clothes that belonged to who really cares. There was a noise that clattered in the kitchen area and Lestat paused before he crawled onto the couch; fuuuck the room was spinning. Haha the room is spinning! That's so funny! He backs himself up like a car into a parking space, retracing its path before and not bothering to turn around. He parks himself in front of the kitchen doorway and turns his head cryptically, spotting a distorted figure frozen in place staring into an opened drawer at the edge of the kitchen. Lestat looked half a God, half a Skinwalker with reflective lilac eyes that widened upon spotting the intruder. Without hesitation the handsome devil leapt from all fours and charged the figure at a preternatural speed. He was faster than the common vampire. His forearm slams into the intruder's throat as his body pins him to the refrigerator. Tilting his head to the side, Lestat takes in a large inhale, smelling the man's scent like a dog would with a stranger. " Oooohhh, its you, " Lestat moaned with a chuckle, " Heheh, Armand's little dog, huh? Daniel, " He slides his forearm across his neck and cups his chin with his hand, tilting his head back and up to the ceiling, " What the fuck are you doing here? "

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