[ bit by bit, adam finds himself back in the present, here in this moment with lestat. the things he's seen and the emotions he's felt remain but they seem to slough from him, the way an insect molts, leaving behind only an impression of what it once was.
lestat's face is so sad. so, so sad. adam wipes at crimson tears fruitfully, trying to stop them but only managing to coat his own hands in blood. lestat is so small like this - physically bigger still, yes, but small in every other way, in soul and spirit both. the way he stays so close even after the kiss tells adam that he does not want to part and so the mortal keeps him there, keeps them connected even as the tears continue, his own still tracking down his cheeks, clear salt water sadness.
Your confession lestat says and adam remembers, finally, what brought this on; a shudder runs through him, guilt and embarrassment alike, his fingers finding the strength to squeeze lestat's face for just a moment. it's his turn to look sorrowful, now, not with anyone's regret but his own. it writes itself across every part of his body, shoulders slumping, eyes flickering downwards. ]
I didn't mean to say it, [ he whispers, voice cracking. ] I meant it, but I didn't -- it wasn't supposed to be like that --
[ so sudden. without warning. his heart pinned to a board, cut open while still beating, its entire contents displayed just for lestat to witness. ]
I'm sorry, [ he says again, weakly. his body is shaking visibly now, but he tries to keep it together, even while they're both falling apart. ]
It's okay if you don't -- if you want me to leave, or --
[ he's babbling now, trying to say things his heart does not want. his eyes move too quickly, panicked, his heartbeat too fast. he has caused lestat pain, he has made lestat cry. he should leave. he should leave, before -- ]
[ even now, even after he had been struck with all of lestat's guilt and emotion, adam still shrinks as if he was to blame. apologising as if it was his burst of inappropriate emotion, not lestat's. a wave of fierce affection rolls over him, a possessiveness that has him tightening his grip, blinking rapidly in an attempt to drive away his tears.]
Do not apologize for such things. [ a furious whisper, his eyes a vivid blue amongst the watery red. ] Not for showing me your heart. Not if you were sincere.
[ the tilt of his head inwards, a pressed kiss to the corner of adam's mouth. tender, despite the trembling. trying to soothe adam, keep him enveloped and within reach.]
I - want you with me. Stay with me, Adam. Don't leave. [ lestat attempts a wobbly smile, nudges his nose with his own.
he does not want to think about what substances he'd need to down to cope if adam left right now, doesn't think he'd be able to handle it. all he wanted was to curl up in the comfort of the younger man now and forget all of the pain he had caused. perhaps even find some joy in the fleeting declaration of love, even if it was temporary.]
[ the sudden ferocity of lestat's voice and expression are enough to break adam out of his spiralling panic. the kiss pressed to his mouth is a familiar one; the same that lestat once gave him mentally, so well-remembered that it might as well have been real. the thought pushes a smile onto adam's face and he laughs weakly, realizing how pathetic they both must look. if anyone found them, what on earth would they think? two drug-addled problem children in adult bodies, crying over things no mortal could ever hope to understand.
and then, lestat's own confession: stay with me. don't leave.
how could adam even think of saying no? ]
I'll stay, [ he whispers, nodding; small at first, then stronger. he wipes at lestat's cheeks and jaw, trying to rid him of the blood, but he only manages to smear it further. it suits him, somehow, all the red; dark and tragic and then, amidst all that dark tragedy, those two glass orbs of light. reflecting the blues and greens and golds of the world.
his arms wind around lestat's waist and pull him closer, holding him tight. he rests his face in the crook of the other's neck, breathing in the scent of him and exhaling a long, shaky breath that carries with it the remainder of the memory.
he won't ever be able to forget it. lestat did not want to show him but, later, adam will realize he is grateful: grateful to have seen something so important, so awful, so life-changing. a part of lestat's history that no one else may ever know. the depth of emotion he is capable of, that he runs from. ]
I meant it, [ adam mumbles now, hidden in the waves of lestat's hair. ] I really... I think I'm in love with you.
[ lestat's heart skips at those words and his breath hitches, holding. it's an effort to exhale, a considerable feat of will to try to relax into it, into the warm embrace holding him securely. safe. this gentle boy confessing so easily whilst wrapped around him, even with his bloody tears on his hands, his own cheeks not yet dry.
a small wounded sound from the back of lestat's throat. he presses his face into the warm softness of dark hair, inhales the scent of adam into his body. lets it convince the animal of his body to be vulnerable in this moment, to only focus on the fragile fluttering in his chest so much like a moth to heat and light. hopeful that this time the bulb will not scorch him even as it dizzies him, that he can remain here for longer.]
I -
[ a start, hesitation stubbornly closing his throat even as he struggles to focus only on the physical sensations against him, around him. picturing adam with affection blooming in his eyes from the side of the stage, ignoring the ghosts of claudia and magnus haunting him from the crowd, hungry spectres. gabrielle's fingers in a wound, delighting in his confused eagerness for her attention. just adam, sprawled in the pile of blankets, cigarette lazy in his fingers, half asleep and radiating comfort. hands in his hair, soothing him through his whimpering. offering his throat, his body, his life without question.]
You should be with other mortals, Adam. I am selfish, keeping you to myself, but I - [ his hands clutch at the expanse of adam's back, feeling the toned muscle there, the thud of his heart through his skin.]
I want you very badly. To love me like this, to stay mine. [ a beat, then murmured low against his hair, almost shy.]
[ the physicality of lestat's body is good, grounding, after the mental anguish adam just experienced. they're both crying but this feels right, somehow - much like that night at the club, sitting on the concrete of the parking lot, wrapped around one another inextricably. perhaps this is how it must be: filled with tears and trauma, overwhelmed by emotions neither of them wants to process. lestat has many, many years on him but adam knows his own history is similarly turbulent, a battlefield covered in anger and sorrow.
this, he thinks, is why they have found one another. what other reason could there be to press two pathetic misfits up against one another? why else is adam still alive, when lestat so easily could have drained him and left his body to rot like so many others?
adam holds lestat tight against him, stronger now that he's come back to himself. he rocks them back and forth, the same way lestat did to him just moment ago, slow movements meant to soothe and calm. he doesn't know what he's doing but it doesn't matter; all that matters is that he has lestat here with him, tucked close, their breaths slowly falling into sync.
You should be with other mortals, Adam.
the sentiment makes laughter rise in his chest, unbidden - much less hysterical than lestat but similarly sudden. the thought itself strikes him as ridiculous, but he can guess as to why lestat says it. being caught in the claws of an immortal creature is surely more painful a life to live than one spent idling the mundane days away with others like yourself.
he wants to speak but lestat continues, and when he murmurs those words, speaks them into existence, adam can feel his entire body shake beneath the weight of them.
love. lestat's love. no mortal could ever compare. adam knows, now, what this means, how powerful and all-consuming that love is; he felt it, in the memory he was shown. felt how much lestat loved louis, how much it hurt him to continually seek out reciprocation. and he knows, now, how vulnerable lestat must feel confessing this same love to adam, carving open his own chest to reveal the beating heart inside, bruised and bloody, hoping and wishing that adam will treat it more gently than those who came before.
a strangled noise sounds in his throat. his fingers clutch at lestat, trying to pull him impossibly close. when he speaks his voice sounds wretched, as though he's holding all of his love in his throat and trying desperately to push it out into the air, into lestat's ears, his head, his heart. ]
Yours.
[ he pulls back, expression twisted into one of fierce determination; his skin is coated in blood and tears, but he pays no attention to it. his eyes flash, his lips tremble, as he continues: ]
[ there is no way that lestat could have known that taunting the voyeuristic photographer that one evening could have lead to this. that the brief humiliation he wished to enact for his own gratification could wind up with being held by someone now so dear to him, so many nights later. this brave man, already so shattered by circumstance, willing to subject himself to so much more blood just for his sake.
so many pieces of lestat's heart would belong to others forever. louis a constant, timeless love, ebbing and flowing with the seasons. armand in a painful mirror of himself, a terrible reflection of all his worst traits. gabrielle, with all the base longing of a child wishing for a parent's kind hand. the meagre time he has spent with adam seems frivolous in contrast, but potent in the overwhelming joy. a simpler fragment of love that he had only seen glimpses of, what he had wished for yet did not think he deserved.
armand's warnings of entangling with mortals were very real, he knew this. their lifespan would be over in a flash, leaving him only with memories and an overwhelming grief. but he needed this, needed the sweetness that came with adam's pulse, his boyish enthusiasm and most of all - unflinching gaze into the heart of his monstrousness.
yes, he was horribly in love with this mortal man. the unwavering resolve shining in the brunette's expression made lestat's heart surge, comforted in his moment of vulnerability. how does he, with all of his decades of life and inhuman strength feel so shielded by such declarations? by being held and rocked, comforted by far weaker arms than his.
strands of hair stick to his cheeks as he nods solemnly at first, then with a wobbly smile. it's hard not to burst back into tears but he tries, takes adam's jaw so carefully into his palm and strokes his thumb over that brave, trembling mouth. ]
--For as long as you wish to stay, I will take you gladly. [ a sniff, eyes watering again. ] Do not think that you have to. Your time is precious, I will not hold it against you if you wish to live apart.
But you will be handsome to me, always. [ oop, there go the tears spilling down his cheeks. it's very hard not to think about how beautiful the crow's feet would be at the corners of adam's eyes as he ages, the greys coming through to streak the darks of his hair. maybe he'd finally let stubble dust his jaw and upper lips, but that youthful spark in his eyes would never really fade.
lestat's own eyes crinkle at the corners as he thumbs across the crease in adam's brow to his temple, fond. ]
And if you still love me at the end of your life, you will call me to your bedside for me to witness. I would not wish for you to slip into the darkness alone.
[ it's such a strange thing, to be the one offering comfort. a mortal, tending to the wound of a god. yet adam is coming to understand that, beneath his glamour, beneath his terrible beauty, lestat is simply a man. a man cursed with not only this vampiric gift but also the ability to feel things more deeply than any human ever could, and a young man's heart to feel them with. adam knows now that lestat is just as broken a creature as himself; he knows, too, that he cannot simply allow that creature to suffer.
he knows there are others. there may be others still to come. but right now, here in this moment, it is just the two of them, and that is enough.
he smiles back at that wobbly thing on lestat's face, hope lighting up his eyes as he listens to the blond's declaration. a soft scoff leaves him, affectionate, at the mention of him ever wanting to spend his time away from lestat. perhaps that will happen, in time - but right now, he cannot imagine it.
the mention of his aging, his inevitable passing into the dark, makes his eyebrows knit together slightly - but lestat is smiling at him still, those crimson tears tracking down his cheeks in small rivulets, and he looks so tragically charming that adam cannot help but lean in to kiss him, to kiss his lips and his face and the corners of his eyes. a thousand tiny reassurances: I am here. ]
I don't wanna think about that.
[ something any mortal would say, certainly, when the love of their life confronts them with the concept of death. but it isn't his death that adam is worried about; no, he confronted that fear long ago now, back in that awful, dirty room, with a chain around his ankle. ]
You're stuck with me now.
[ he grins, and a laugh bubbles up in his chest, a release of the tension they've been carrying for so long. ]
[ adam's lestat. those words cause him to choke out weak laughter too, ducking his head as his cheeks flush pink. already he feels lighter, less caught in the riptide of his misery. ]
Yours? [ not so much an inquiry as it is an affirmation, tone lilting up with his smile.
butterflies in his chest and he pulls adam's face towards his, tilting his head to kiss that grin sweetly. they're both a mess once again, the same as they were outside the nightclub after another confession. but this time, it's not quite as far to the privacy of his trailer, nor was the blood of a fresh kill thundering through him to spike his desire. right now, all lestat wants to do is keep kissing those bright smiles from this man, to bask in the safety of his arms.]
You are mine. Mon amour.
[ a kiss pressed to the dimple of adam's chin, the underside of his jaw. strong hands grasp around the tops of adam's thighs to lift him easily, tugging him fully into his lap. seemingly just so lestat can nuzzle into his neck, trying to press himself as close as possible.]
I have cancelled tonight's show. I do not plan to leave your side for the rest of the night, by the way.
It is you who is stuck with me, it seems.
[muffled against the juncture of neck and shoulder. he's very comfortable, inhaling tobacco and the scent of adam's skin.]
[ lestat's soft little laugh, the way he blushes, the duck of his head - it's too sweet, and it makes adam's chest flutter, a thousand of his own butterflies taking wing. he smiles into the kiss, once again not caring about the blood or the tears, thinking only of the man in his arms and the depth of his feelings for that man. here in the dark of the venue, in this half-hidden spot out of the way, it is quiet. it is peaceful. no staff will come to interrupt them; no cruel twist of fate will find them.
mon amour lestat says, and adam realizes something: all the names lestat calls him, all the ones adam can remember, always begin with that single word. my. my little one. my darling. my love. always a possessive. perhaps lestat never meant them quite that way; perhaps it's simply a strange feature of his mother tongue - whatever the case, adam does not care. he belongs to lestat, and lestat to him.
it's his turn to laugh a little as the vampire tugs him in close, those strong arms lifting him easily. his limbs settle around the larger man and he grins at the way lestat tries to burrow his way as deep as possible inside of adam, one hand wrapping around his waist and the other moving to card fingers through his hair. it's quickly becoming a habit, a way that adam can comfort lestat without being overbearing.
still, the news of the cancellation takes him by surprise, and he goes still for a moment as he processes it. ]
Are you sure?
[ he does not sound judgmental, simply curious. his words are soft in lestat's ear now. ]
I didn't mean to... y'know.
[ trigger your trauma so badly that you need to take a night off, is what he's trying to say. ]
[ a disapproving sound at adam's implied apology. lestat huffs against his skin, noses there in reassurance.]
Do not think of apologising for expressing yourself, whether you intended to or not. Your capacity for feeling so strongly is admirable, a strength so often hidden by many.
[ a puff of amusement, his little smile likely felt where he presses his mouth to the warmth of adam's neck.]
It is what I deserve for peering into your mind so often, no?
[ the noise of disapproval makes worry cloud adam's mind for a moment, but it's quickly swept away when lestat speaks. the praise fills him instead with a warm sense of comfort and he snuggles in closer, nosing at the skin near lestat's temple, inhaling the scent of him. the smell of makeup and hairspray is prominent, more than usual, and adam has to remind himself that it's okay, that cancelling one show isn't going to be the end of the world.
he can feel that smile, too, and that helps. what lestat says next makes him chuckle, but it also teases a thought out of adam, one that's been in the back of his head for a while now: ]
What's it like, when you do that? Can you, like... hear everything I'm thinking? Or do you see stuff? Or... how does it work?
[ the fact that lestat has been able to communicate with him - to hear him - seems wild in and of itself. adam can't even imagine what he's truly capable of. ]
[ even whilst he is not actively skimming adam's mind, the closeness between them acts almost as a proxy; lestat's conscious awareness of adam's cyclical breathing, the beating of his heart just as clear a communication as his words. the very subtle tension in his muscles as his moods change, felt easily with him wrapped around the vampire like this. so the happy snuggle is an echoing balm to him, one that encourages lestat to sigh in contentment, tipping his head back to press reassuring kisses to the corner of adam's jaw. delightful boy. ]
Mm, it is as if I am surrounded by many windows, all with a glimpse into one's unique theatrical monologue. If I choose to get closer to one and peer through, often I can hear their lines, watch the performance. Even memories, when played out, are a subjective truth. Warped by perception in their reenactment. All of us actors, telling ourselves stories of our thoughts and feelings of the world around us.
[ a pause, a low hum against adam's skin. ]
It is the body's automatic functions that add context, that are an objective truth no matter the lies the mind tells. I could witness the Adam in your mind give a very compelling performance on how unafraid he is - you may even believe it. But until I hear your pulse slow and scent the adrenaline fading, it is not truly what you are feeling.
[ adam sits, enraptured, as lestat describes the nature of this strange gift he possesses. it's so much more than the simple mindreading he expected - things he's seen on television or read in books don't come anywhere close to matching the depth of power lestat explains to him.
adam did not do well in school, and so the language lestat uses often flies over his head. but the feeling he evokes is enormous, and the gentle affections he bestows upon his human pet as he speaks are the sort of background noise that adam always works best with. his brow knits as he processes what the other tells him, a soft sound rising in his throat as his mind works to make sense of it all. ]
You can hear my heartbeat?
[ logically, of course, it makes perfect sense - surely the physical aspects of someone living would be easy enough for a being with supernatural powers to understand. yet it is those same physical aspects that adam is impressed by, even more than the fact that lestat knows what he's thinking. it's intimate in a way he does not quite know how to deal with and he ends up clinging even closer, simultaneously afraid and in awe of this enormous piece of knowledge. ]
What else?
[ he looks up, eyes shining with curiosity. dangerous, perhaps, but there nonetheless. ]
What else can you hear? Can you see things I can't? Or smell, or --
[ lestat draws back slightly to look down into adam's face in mild surprise. tilts his head, contemplating if he had indeed mentioned it or not - had he? perhaps in passing. but it was cute, adam's sincere interest. it made him feel important, like he was not just a monstrous man cursed with the need to brutalise. a silly thing to relish, for an immortal rockstar vampire, but adam was important. his opinions were important, to him. ]
Oui, your heartbeat. Little things about your body, sounds, trace scents. My senses are sharpened, I am as in tune with other bodies akin to other animals, predators. Tracking the blood as it pumps through your heart, scenting adrenaline when you are scared, the pheromones when you are worked up and wish to fuck.
[ he combs his fingers back through adam's hair, looking down into his face fondly. ]
It is not as supernatural as you may anticipate. Just an enhancement across the greater range of all senses, to allow me to hunt more efficiently. The mind gift, however - that is different. All vampirekind are joined in their awareness of each other, as if tuned into a grand radio. It can be loud, for those new to the blood and unable to tune it out.
There are other gifts, too. I am able to taste emotions in the blood, flick through memories like film. When taking a life, their stories pour through me if I am willing to witness them.
[ his lips purse, hesitation spreading over his features. ]
- I confess that it did not occur to me to divulge this to you sooner. I have been privy to some of your private memories and thoughts in this manner, during my feeding. I choose to close it out, when I am able, but - when we are close, in moments after - your thoughts flow to me as effortlessly as my own.
[ like the first time he had caught a glimpse of that terrible bathroom lit by sickly fluorescents, with the grime and the chains. it was not a sight that he had wished to see in the slightest, yet it presented to him, unbidden. ]
[ it's dizzying, the extent to which lestat knows him. adam knows they've grown close but hearing all this makes him realize just how much information lestat has access to - the mention of pheromones alone is enough to bring a faint blush to his cheeks. his brows knit together as he continues to listen, considering what this all means.
if lestat could hear other vampires, did that mean they could hear him, too? would one of them - louis, maybe, or even that armand guy - be angry, if they knew adam was around lestat so often, so intimately? it's scary to think about, and once again adam is left feeling very, very small in comparison to this new world he's been thrust into.
yet, more than any of that, the thing that sticks in his mind is what lestat tells him next: that he's seen adam's memories. the flush fades as he realizes what that might mean, his face going pale and eyes widening as flashes of the worst times of his life cross his mind. it's not the breach of privacy that bothers him; he couldn't care less, not now that they've grown so close. no, instead -- ]
Did you see it?
[ a hint of fear taints his voice now. ]
That night. In the bathroom.
[ blood and mildew and smoke and death. ]
Did you see -- him?
[ does he mean the doctor? or the man that he thought had been dead, only to rise and free him as a reward for becoming a murderer? ]
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UWAAAA T____T I love themmmmmmm these poor lil guysss wehhhhh!!!
lestat's face is so sad. so, so sad. adam wipes at crimson tears fruitfully, trying to stop them but only managing to coat his own hands in blood. lestat is so small like this - physically bigger still, yes, but small in every other way, in soul and spirit both. the way he stays so close even after the kiss tells adam that he does not want to part and so the mortal keeps him there, keeps them connected even as the tears continue, his own still tracking down his cheeks, clear salt water sadness.
Your confession lestat says and adam remembers, finally, what brought this on; a shudder runs through him, guilt and embarrassment alike, his fingers finding the strength to squeeze lestat's face for just a moment. it's his turn to look sorrowful, now, not with anyone's regret but his own. it writes itself across every part of his body, shoulders slumping, eyes flickering downwards. ]
I didn't mean to say it, [ he whispers, voice cracking. ] I meant it, but I didn't -- it wasn't supposed to be like that --
[ so sudden. without warning. his heart pinned to a board, cut open while still beating, its entire contents displayed just for lestat to witness. ]
I'm sorry, [ he says again, weakly. his body is shaking visibly now, but he tries to keep it together, even while they're both falling apart. ]
It's okay if you don't -- if you want me to leave, or --
[ he's babbling now, trying to say things his heart does not want. his eyes move too quickly, panicked, his heartbeat too fast. he has caused lestat pain, he has made lestat cry. he should leave. he should leave, before -- ]
bundling them both up in a shared blanket...
Do not apologize for such things. [ a furious whisper, his eyes a vivid blue amongst the watery red. ] Not for showing me your heart. Not if you were sincere.
[ the tilt of his head inwards, a pressed kiss to the corner of adam's mouth. tender, despite the trembling. trying to soothe adam, keep him enveloped and within reach.]
I - want you with me. Stay with me, Adam. Don't leave. [ lestat attempts a wobbly smile, nudges his nose with his own.
he does not want to think about what substances he'd need to down to cope if adam left right now, doesn't think he'd be able to handle it. all he wanted was to curl up in the comfort of the younger man now and forget all of the pain he had caused. perhaps even find some joy in the fleeting declaration of love, even if it was temporary.]
ruffles their hair with a big fluffy towel!!
and then, lestat's own confession: stay with me. don't leave.
how could adam even think of saying no? ]
I'll stay, [ he whispers, nodding; small at first, then stronger. he wipes at lestat's cheeks and jaw, trying to rid him of the blood, but he only manages to smear it further. it suits him, somehow, all the red; dark and tragic and then, amidst all that dark tragedy, those two glass orbs of light. reflecting the blues and greens and golds of the world.
his arms wind around lestat's waist and pull him closer, holding him tight. he rests his face in the crook of the other's neck, breathing in the scent of him and exhaling a long, shaky breath that carries with it the remainder of the memory.
he won't ever be able to forget it. lestat did not want to show him but, later, adam will realize he is grateful: grateful to have seen something so important, so awful, so life-changing. a part of lestat's history that no one else may ever know. the depth of emotion he is capable of, that he runs from. ]
I meant it, [ adam mumbles now, hidden in the waves of lestat's hair. ] I really... I think I'm in love with you.
tw gabrielle....
a small wounded sound from the back of lestat's throat. he presses his face into the warm softness of dark hair, inhales the scent of adam into his body. lets it convince the animal of his body to be vulnerable in this moment, to only focus on the fragile fluttering in his chest so much like a moth to heat and light. hopeful that this time the bulb will not scorch him even as it dizzies him, that he can remain here for longer.]
I -
[ a start, hesitation stubbornly closing his throat even as he struggles to focus only on the physical sensations against him, around him. picturing adam with affection blooming in his eyes from the side of the stage, ignoring the ghosts of claudia and magnus haunting him from the crowd, hungry spectres. gabrielle's fingers in a wound, delighting in his confused eagerness for her attention. just adam, sprawled in the pile of blankets, cigarette lazy in his fingers, half asleep and radiating comfort. hands in his hair, soothing him through his whimpering. offering his throat, his body, his life without question.]
You should be with other mortals, Adam. I am selfish, keeping you to myself, but I - [ his hands clutch at the expanse of adam's back, feeling the toned muscle there, the thud of his heart through his skin.]
I want you very badly. To love me like this, to stay mine. [ a beat, then murmured low against his hair, almost shy.]
I think that I love you, too.
asjkashklhf iM SCREAMING I LOVE THESE TWO T_T <3
this, he thinks, is why they have found one another. what other reason could there be to press two pathetic misfits up against one another? why else is adam still alive, when lestat so easily could have drained him and left his body to rot like so many others?
adam holds lestat tight against him, stronger now that he's come back to himself. he rocks them back and forth, the same way lestat did to him just moment ago, slow movements meant to soothe and calm. he doesn't know what he's doing but it doesn't matter; all that matters is that he has lestat here with him, tucked close, their breaths slowly falling into sync.
You should be with other mortals, Adam.
the sentiment makes laughter rise in his chest, unbidden - much less hysterical than lestat but similarly sudden. the thought itself strikes him as ridiculous, but he can guess as to why lestat says it. being caught in the claws of an immortal creature is surely more painful a life to live than one spent idling the mundane days away with others like yourself.
he wants to speak but lestat continues, and when he murmurs those words, speaks them into existence, adam can feel his entire body shake beneath the weight of them.
love. lestat's love. no mortal could ever compare. adam knows, now, what this means, how powerful and all-consuming that love is; he felt it, in the memory he was shown. felt how much lestat loved louis, how much it hurt him to continually seek out reciprocation. and he knows, now, how vulnerable lestat must feel confessing this same love to adam, carving open his own chest to reveal the beating heart inside, bruised and bloody, hoping and wishing that adam will treat it more gently than those who came before.
a strangled noise sounds in his throat. his fingers clutch at lestat, trying to pull him impossibly close. when he speaks his voice sounds wretched, as though he's holding all of his love in his throat and trying desperately to push it out into the air, into lestat's ears, his head, his heart. ]
Yours.
[ he pulls back, expression twisted into one of fierce determination; his skin is coated in blood and tears, but he pays no attention to it. his eyes flash, his lips tremble, as he continues: ]
Keep me. Let me be yours. Let me love you.
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so many pieces of lestat's heart would belong to others forever. louis a constant, timeless love, ebbing and flowing with the seasons. armand in a painful mirror of himself, a terrible reflection of all his worst traits. gabrielle, with all the base longing of a child wishing for a parent's kind hand. the meagre time he has spent with adam seems frivolous in contrast, but potent in the overwhelming joy. a simpler fragment of love that he had only seen glimpses of, what he had wished for yet did not think he deserved.
armand's warnings of entangling with mortals were very real, he knew this. their lifespan would be over in a flash, leaving him only with memories and an overwhelming grief. but he needed this, needed the sweetness that came with adam's pulse, his boyish enthusiasm and most of all - unflinching gaze into the heart of his monstrousness.
yes, he was horribly in love with this mortal man. the unwavering resolve shining in the brunette's expression made lestat's heart surge, comforted in his moment of vulnerability. how does he, with all of his decades of life and inhuman strength feel so shielded by such declarations? by being held and rocked, comforted by far weaker arms than his.
strands of hair stick to his cheeks as he nods solemnly at first, then with a wobbly smile. it's hard not to burst back into tears but he tries, takes adam's jaw so carefully into his palm and strokes his thumb over that brave, trembling mouth. ]
--For as long as you wish to stay, I will take you gladly. [ a sniff, eyes watering again. ] Do not think that you have to. Your time is precious, I will not hold it against you if you wish to live apart.
But you will be handsome to me, always. [ oop, there go the tears spilling down his cheeks. it's very hard not to think about how beautiful the crow's feet would be at the corners of adam's eyes as he ages, the greys coming through to streak the darks of his hair. maybe he'd finally let stubble dust his jaw and upper lips, but that youthful spark in his eyes would never really fade.
lestat's own eyes crinkle at the corners as he thumbs across the crease in adam's brow to his temple, fond. ]
And if you still love me at the end of your life, you will call me to your bedside for me to witness. I would not wish for you to slip into the darkness alone.
how DARE you?!?!!?! ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ’–💖💖
he knows there are others. there may be others still to come. but right now, here in this moment, it is just the two of them, and that is enough.
he smiles back at that wobbly thing on lestat's face, hope lighting up his eyes as he listens to the blond's declaration. a soft scoff leaves him, affectionate, at the mention of him ever wanting to spend his time away from lestat. perhaps that will happen, in time - but right now, he cannot imagine it.
the mention of his aging, his inevitable passing into the dark, makes his eyebrows knit together slightly - but lestat is smiling at him still, those crimson tears tracking down his cheeks in small rivulets, and he looks so tragically charming that adam cannot help but lean in to kiss him, to kiss his lips and his face and the corners of his eyes. a thousand tiny reassurances: I am here. ]
I don't wanna think about that.
[ something any mortal would say, certainly, when the love of their life confronts them with the concept of death. but it isn't his death that adam is worried about; no, he confronted that fear long ago now, back in that awful, dirty room, with a chain around his ankle. ]
You're stuck with me now.
[ he grins, and a laugh bubbles up in his chest, a release of the tension they've been carrying for so long. ]
Lestat. My Lestat.
how dare YOU
Yours? [ not so much an inquiry as it is an affirmation, tone lilting up with his smile.
butterflies in his chest and he pulls adam's face towards his, tilting his head to kiss that grin sweetly. they're both a mess once again, the same as they were outside the nightclub after another confession. but this time, it's not quite as far to the privacy of his trailer, nor was the blood of a fresh kill thundering through him to spike his desire. right now, all lestat wants to do is keep kissing those bright smiles from this man, to bask in the safety of his arms.]
You are mine. Mon amour.
[ a kiss pressed to the dimple of adam's chin, the underside of his jaw. strong hands grasp around the tops of adam's thighs to lift him easily, tugging him fully into his lap. seemingly just so lestat can nuzzle into his neck, trying to press himself as close as possible.]
I have cancelled tonight's show. I do not plan to leave your side for the rest of the night, by the way.
It is you who is stuck with me, it seems.
[muffled against the juncture of neck and shoulder. he's very comfortable, inhaling tobacco and the scent of adam's skin.]
how dare WE ðŸ˜ðŸ’–
mon amour lestat says, and adam realizes something: all the names lestat calls him, all the ones adam can remember, always begin with that single word. my. my little one. my darling. my love. always a possessive. perhaps lestat never meant them quite that way; perhaps it's simply a strange feature of his mother tongue - whatever the case, adam does not care. he belongs to lestat, and lestat to him.
it's his turn to laugh a little as the vampire tugs him in close, those strong arms lifting him easily. his limbs settle around the larger man and he grins at the way lestat tries to burrow his way as deep as possible inside of adam, one hand wrapping around his waist and the other moving to card fingers through his hair. it's quickly becoming a habit, a way that adam can comfort lestat without being overbearing.
still, the news of the cancellation takes him by surprise, and he goes still for a moment as he processes it. ]
Are you sure?
[ he does not sound judgmental, simply curious. his words are soft in lestat's ear now. ]
I didn't mean to... y'know.
[ trigger your trauma so badly that you need to take a night off, is what he's trying to say. ]
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Do not think of apologising for expressing yourself, whether you intended to or not. Your capacity for feeling so strongly is admirable, a strength so often hidden by many.
[ a puff of amusement, his little smile likely felt where he presses his mouth to the warmth of adam's neck.]
It is what I deserve for peering into your mind so often, no?
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he can feel that smile, too, and that helps. what lestat says next makes him chuckle, but it also teases a thought out of adam, one that's been in the back of his head for a while now: ]
What's it like, when you do that? Can you, like... hear everything I'm thinking? Or do you see stuff? Or... how does it work?
[ the fact that lestat has been able to communicate with him - to hear him - seems wild in and of itself. adam can't even imagine what he's truly capable of. ]
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Mm, it is as if I am surrounded by many windows, all with a glimpse into one's unique theatrical monologue. If I choose to get closer to one and peer through, often I can hear their lines, watch the performance. Even memories, when played out, are a subjective truth. Warped by perception in their reenactment. All of us actors, telling ourselves stories of our thoughts and feelings of the world around us.
[ a pause, a low hum against adam's skin. ]
It is the body's automatic functions that add context, that are an objective truth no matter the lies the mind tells. I could witness the Adam in your mind give a very compelling performance on how unafraid he is - you may even believe it. But until I hear your pulse slow and scent the adrenaline fading, it is not truly what you are feeling.
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adam did not do well in school, and so the language lestat uses often flies over his head. but the feeling he evokes is enormous, and the gentle affections he bestows upon his human pet as he speaks are the sort of background noise that adam always works best with. his brow knits as he processes what the other tells him, a soft sound rising in his throat as his mind works to make sense of it all. ]
You can hear my heartbeat?
[ logically, of course, it makes perfect sense - surely the physical aspects of someone living would be easy enough for a being with supernatural powers to understand. yet it is those same physical aspects that adam is impressed by, even more than the fact that lestat knows what he's thinking. it's intimate in a way he does not quite know how to deal with and he ends up clinging even closer, simultaneously afraid and in awe of this enormous piece of knowledge. ]
What else?
[ he looks up, eyes shining with curiosity. dangerous, perhaps, but there nonetheless. ]
What else can you hear? Can you see things I can't? Or smell, or --
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Oui, your heartbeat. Little things about your body, sounds, trace scents. My senses are sharpened, I am as in tune with other bodies akin to other animals, predators. Tracking the blood as it pumps through your heart, scenting adrenaline when you are scared, the pheromones when you are worked up and wish to fuck.
[ he combs his fingers back through adam's hair, looking down into his face fondly. ]
It is not as supernatural as you may anticipate. Just an enhancement across the greater range of all senses, to allow me to hunt more efficiently. The mind gift, however - that is different. All vampirekind are joined in their awareness of each other, as if tuned into a grand radio. It can be loud, for those new to the blood and unable to tune it out.
There are other gifts, too. I am able to taste emotions in the blood, flick through memories like film. When taking a life, their stories pour through me if I am willing to witness them.
[ his lips purse, hesitation spreading over his features. ]
- I confess that it did not occur to me to divulge this to you sooner. I have been privy to some of your private memories and thoughts in this manner, during my feeding. I choose to close it out, when I am able, but - when we are close, in moments after - your thoughts flow to me as effortlessly as my own.
[ like the first time he had caught a glimpse of that terrible bathroom lit by sickly fluorescents, with the grime and the chains. it was not a sight that he had wished to see in the slightest, yet it presented to him, unbidden. ]
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if lestat could hear other vampires, did that mean they could hear him, too? would one of them - louis, maybe, or even that armand guy - be angry, if they knew adam was around lestat so often, so intimately? it's scary to think about, and once again adam is left feeling very, very small in comparison to this new world he's been thrust into.
yet, more than any of that, the thing that sticks in his mind is what lestat tells him next: that he's seen adam's memories. the flush fades as he realizes what that might mean, his face going pale and eyes widening as flashes of the worst times of his life cross his mind. it's not the breach of privacy that bothers him; he couldn't care less, not now that they've grown so close. no, instead -- ]
Did you see it?
[ a hint of fear taints his voice now. ]
That night. In the bathroom.
[ blood and mildew and smoke and death. ]
Did you see -- him?
[ does he mean the doctor? or the man that he thought had been dead, only to rise and free him as a reward for becoming a murderer? ]