[ 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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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? ]