Hey, I'm a polite host. Not gonna invite someone over if there aren't uh, drinks in the fridge.
[ Or in the bathroom, in this case. He's opening the baggie of coke, tastes it with a thumb, rubbing it into the gum over his left fang. ]
This'll do fine. I've got some 'luudes we can feed her if this gets too...
[ He gestures, implying an experience he's pretty sure they both understand. For all he's a little baby in Lestat's world of blood and death, he's got years of experience with what modern drugs have to offer. He puts his glass of blood down, picks the book back up, and uses the sharp glass tip of his thumb to cut a square out of the cover to roll into a straw. ]
Besides, coke is great when there's someone interesting to talk to. And whatever else you are, Lestat, you're an interesting guy.
[ a flicker behind the eyes there. lestat tosses his head back, momentarily preening as cigarette smoke blossoms from his nose and mouth. flattery will get you everywhere.]
And here I was presuming that you had more than conversation on the mind. The setting elicits a certain expectation.
[ with that he'll butt the cigarette on the door frame, toss the stub into the sink. unwrap his big fluffy coat to reveal his glitter smeared torso, bare aside from a fine decorative chain harness. the jeans he wears are tight and low on his hips, lipstick prints faint along the line of his navel. clearly headed over straight after tonight's show. the coat drops to the floor, abandoned. ]
You are a dedicated journalist, I will give you this. Willing to do whatever it takes to make your subject talk.
[ an American drawl there on the final word, casting his gaze back to Daniel and tilting his head coyly. he'll lope over to the bed in two strides, drape himself over just to hook powder into his claw and snort it immediately.
the effect is instant; pupils shooting from a pinprick to as large and full as the moon. eyelids flutter and when he levels his stare back to daniel there is a touch more visible mischief in the line of his mouth.]
But there are no cameras here. Whatever you recall from this night will be mere speculation, easily denied if prodded. No profit for you, no story to be had. Am I still so interesting, Daniel?
[ Instant, and a little like he thinks Lestat is stupid for even asking. It's kind of like being in a room with a tiger, though, his gaze never leaving Lestat from the stripdown to the snorting, awe and terror. Both feelings that really work for him.
He doesn't explain until he's tapped a messy line onto the back of his hand, used his cardboard straw to really get it up there. A low whoop. It's good blow, instant tongue loosener. ]
Fifty years ago in Frisco you were all Louis could talk about, however he tried to play it. The whole interview, in Dubai, I'm tryna untangle the fucked up logic of you.
[ And now here Lestat is, glamorous in the way only an inevitable tragedy can be. Violently exciting, rarely honest. Who gives a shit about his documentary or the fucking book? Well, okay, he likes touring again, especially now that travel isn't debilitating his aged, sick body. The quiet book readings and the party bus interviews, both are good. But not what he's here for. ]
[ whatever satisfaction lestat got from that is filtered through as a tense curl of his lips, more a show of teeth than a smile. he gestures at the line of his body, the new scar, glitter and all.]
Look at me. [ an echo of Daniel there, the accented twang probably deliberate.]
Have you begun to puzzle me out, Daniel? Is the mystery unfolding yet?
[ from here, lestat can see the delicate lines of daniel's face not yet smoothed out by the slow drip of immortality over ages. the missed dab of blood under his jaw. still so young to be left to fend on his own.
any twinge of sentiment is too much for him right now, and so he dips a nail back into the cocaine, rubs the powder on his gums.]
I am magnetic, c'est vrai. It is no more within my control than the forces of nature. [ a lick of bitterness there in his tone, eyes glinting away before returning to capture daniel.]
It seems I have captured you, too. A fuller substitute for another, but as are you. I take no offence.
[ See, that bitterness, that's more interesting than all that provocation. If Lestat didn't wanna be objectified, is Daniel's thought, he really picked the wrong career.
But there's no denying that he's compelled. Captivated. Not all that different from looking longways from the barstool and seeing Louis for the first time, insouciant magnetism, confident disaster. Black holes draw people in. ]
C'mon, siddown.
[ He smacks his lips, tongues over his numb gums for a second. ]
Or come here, whatever.
[ He's not quite bouncing in place, but the energy is there — thinking too much about Lestat's worst qualities, Louis, Armand, the book, it's all kinda washed out by the coke euphoria. There are three things good for filling this kind of bleak loneliness: they have the drugs, and if he plays rock'n'roll there might be a complaint to management, so that leaves the third to go. He's reaching out, one hand for Lestat's hip and the other for the scar, confident he'll be allowed to touch it. Lestat's too old for his skin to split easily so he doesn't go gentle, sharp nails indenting hard. ]
[ lestat makes a small hum as daniel reaches out, silently obeying the command to lean closer. he had already positioned himself deliberately close to the other vampire and the drugs, so it wasn't much effort to angle into the touch.
Daniel's claws aren't as gentle as he anticipates and he curls his lips in irritation at the scratch. snatches his hand and gives the other man an appraising look, but doesn't move away.]
What are you trying to do, skin me? You are still clumsy with your new strength.
[ he doesn't remove daniel's exploring hand, just repositions it into more of a gentle caress before releasing his wrist. the initial shock seems to dull and he returns to the hazy amusement of this event, hooded eyes flickering up to the other vampire. ]
Play gently, else I lose my patience. I would hate to make a mess.
[ One day Daniel won't immediately throw himself into the stupidest idea — didn't happen by seventy, but maybe seven hundred? His chin tips up, defiant, mouth a little crooked and unapologetic. He presses his claws in hard again, trying to draw a little pink to that golden-pale marble. Whether he gets pinned or punished or manages to draw blood, it's win:win:win. ]
[ one thing that lestat has quickly learnt about daniel molloy: he loves to push buttons. sadly lestat has never been able to mask his own reactions, less so currently. an absolutely hopeless case.
the second clawing attempt immediately earns a scowl and a snatched wrist held in a tight grip.]
Why would you try again, enfoiré? T’es chiant, toi! If it is just pain, then there is little fun.
[ he'll tug daniel towards him with the captured wrist, aiming to pull their bodies together messily.]
[ Daniel snickers to himself at being chastised. ]
You want me to treat you like you're fragile, Lestat?
[ He makes the idea sound ludicrous — but he isn't trying to claw the shit out of Lestat's skin anymore, colliding interestedly into and upwards. Runs a mocking caresse over his collarbone. ]
[ this earns daniel a glower, the mocking seemingly taking the fun out of the soft touch. what a rude fledgling. he'll wrap a slender leg around daniel's though, tangling further together despite his sour expression.]
Non, but I am not your teething toy to clumsily fumble. Have some finesse - pain and pleasure as a duo chord, a shot with a chaser. Here -
[ his voice quietens into a low purr, tilting his chin up coyly to watch the other vampire momentarily, assessing. then he dips forward to delicately bite at daniel's lip, immediately piercing deep enough to send rivulets of blood dribbling down his chin. this he licks up, pleased.]
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[ Or in the bathroom, in this case. He's opening the baggie of coke, tastes it with a thumb, rubbing it into the gum over his left fang. ]
This'll do fine. I've got some 'luudes we can feed her if this gets too...
[ He gestures, implying an experience he's pretty sure they both understand. For all he's a little baby in Lestat's world of blood and death, he's got years of experience with what modern drugs have to offer. He puts his glass of blood down, picks the book back up, and uses the sharp glass tip of his thumb to cut a square out of the cover to roll into a straw. ]
Besides, coke is great when there's someone interesting to talk to. And whatever else you are, Lestat, you're an interesting guy.
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And here I was presuming that you had more than conversation on the mind. The setting elicits a certain expectation.
[ with that he'll butt the cigarette on the door frame, toss the stub into the sink. unwrap his big fluffy coat to reveal his glitter smeared torso, bare aside from a fine decorative chain harness. the jeans he wears are tight and low on his hips, lipstick prints faint along the line of his navel. clearly headed over straight after tonight's show. the coat drops to the floor, abandoned. ]
You are a dedicated journalist, I will give you this. Willing to do whatever it takes to make your subject talk.
[ an American drawl there on the final word, casting his gaze back to Daniel and tilting his head coyly. he'll lope over to the bed in two strides, drape himself over just to hook powder into his claw and snort it immediately.
the effect is instant; pupils shooting from a pinprick to as large and full as the moon. eyelids flutter and when he levels his stare back to daniel there is a touch more visible mischief in the line of his mouth.]
But there are no cameras here. Whatever you recall from this night will be mere speculation, easily denied if prodded. No profit for you, no story to be had. Am I still so interesting, Daniel?
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[ Instant, and a little like he thinks Lestat is stupid for even asking. It's kind of like being in a room with a tiger, though, his gaze never leaving Lestat from the stripdown to the snorting, awe and terror. Both feelings that really work for him.
He doesn't explain until he's tapped a messy line onto the back of his hand, used his cardboard straw to really get it up there. A low whoop. It's good blow, instant tongue loosener. ]
Fifty years ago in Frisco you were all Louis could talk about, however he tried to play it. The whole interview, in Dubai, I'm tryna untangle the fucked up logic of you.
[ And now here Lestat is, glamorous in the way only an inevitable tragedy can be. Violently exciting, rarely honest. Who gives a shit about his documentary or the fucking book? Well, okay, he likes touring again, especially now that travel isn't debilitating his aged, sick body. The quiet book readings and the party bus interviews, both are good. But not what he's here for. ]
Plus, look at you.
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Look at me. [ an echo of Daniel there, the accented twang probably deliberate.]
Have you begun to puzzle me out, Daniel? Is the mystery unfolding yet?
[ from here, lestat can see the delicate lines of daniel's face not yet smoothed out by the slow drip of immortality over ages. the missed dab of blood under his jaw. still so young to be left to fend on his own.
any twinge of sentiment is too much for him right now, and so he dips a nail back into the cocaine, rubs the powder on his gums.]
I am magnetic, c'est vrai. It is no more within my control than the forces of nature. [ a lick of bitterness there in his tone, eyes glinting away before returning to capture daniel.]
It seems I have captured you, too. A fuller substitute for another, but as are you. I take no offence.
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But there's no denying that he's compelled. Captivated. Not all that different from looking longways from the barstool and seeing Louis for the first time, insouciant magnetism, confident disaster. Black holes draw people in. ]
C'mon, siddown.
[ He smacks his lips, tongues over his numb gums for a second. ]
Or come here, whatever.
[ He's not quite bouncing in place, but the energy is there — thinking too much about Lestat's worst qualities, Louis, Armand, the book, it's all kinda washed out by the coke euphoria. There are three things good for filling this kind of bleak loneliness: they have the drugs, and if he plays rock'n'roll there might be a complaint to management, so that leaves the third to go. He's reaching out, one hand for Lestat's hip and the other for the scar, confident he'll be allowed to touch it. Lestat's too old for his skin to split easily so he doesn't go gentle, sharp nails indenting hard. ]
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Daniel's claws aren't as gentle as he anticipates and he curls his lips in irritation at the scratch. snatches his hand and gives the other man an appraising look, but doesn't move away.]
What are you trying to do, skin me? You are still clumsy with your new strength.
[ he doesn't remove daniel's exploring hand, just repositions it into more of a gentle caress before releasing his wrist. the initial shock seems to dull and he returns to the hazy amusement of this event, hooded eyes flickering up to the other vampire. ]
Play gently, else I lose my patience. I would hate to make a mess.
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[ One day Daniel won't immediately throw himself into the stupidest idea — didn't happen by seventy, but maybe seven hundred? His chin tips up, defiant, mouth a little crooked and unapologetic. He presses his claws in hard again, trying to draw a little pink to that golden-pale marble. Whether he gets pinned or punished or manages to draw blood, it's win:win:win. ]
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the second clawing attempt immediately earns a scowl and a snatched wrist held in a tight grip.]
Why would you try again, enfoiré? T’es chiant, toi! If it is just pain, then there is little fun.
[ he'll tug daniel towards him with the captured wrist, aiming to pull their bodies together messily.]
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You want me to treat you like you're fragile, Lestat?
[ He makes the idea sound ludicrous — but he isn't trying to claw the shit out of Lestat's skin anymore, colliding interestedly into and upwards. Runs a mocking caresse over his collarbone. ]
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Non, but I am not your teething toy to clumsily fumble. Have some finesse - pain and pleasure as a duo chord, a shot with a chaser. Here -
[ his voice quietens into a low purr, tilting his chin up coyly to watch the other vampire momentarily, assessing. then he dips forward to delicately bite at daniel's lip, immediately piercing deep enough to send rivulets of blood dribbling down his chin. this he licks up, pleased.]