[ an apology. of course rowan wants an apology. ] let him know i'm sorry for the way i left, then. i wasn't in a great place emotionally. i appreciate that he fixed my shoulder.
[ and he really, very much would like to not talk about the experience, but he also can't think of a way to change the subject now without it being obvious what he's doing. ]
i guess i'm just not great with strangers and enclosed spaces.
I will, when the time is right. He has not asked for anything, but I believe he was quite hurt by your fear.
Perhaps I should have warned you, before. It was a gambit, in case of an emergency. I cannot help but be immensely grateful to him for ensuring your survival.
I would have you scared and alive than the alternative.
[ a beat before the next message comes:] Are you alright, Guy?
[ lestat doesn’t mean to be cruel here, he knows. he probably has no idea what was said or what happened. and if he does, well, it’s not exactly like guy has been open about his trauma. maybe it really did just look like fear.
his head aches. lately, it’s noisier than it’s been in months. he can’t think through the clamor, so maybe he’s just being overly sensitive. it’s probably just the incessant, inescapable roar of people living their lives that has him feeling so terribly, awfully alone. maybe he’ll pick up the clonazepam again. it would help with the migraine, anyway. ]
yeah, i’m fine. sorry for all the trouble. i’m not scared of him, he just startled me really badly.
[ perhaps even if he had been witness to it, the vampire would not have had the same animal kick of fear. it had been a long time since lestat had been mortal in the face of something larger than him, much less with anything close to a glimmer of hope to survive once he was in the jaws of the unknown.
as such, he does not think too deeply into it, simply chalks it up to the young man's residual distrust and flightiness in the face of the supernatural. not surprising, considering who he had been fleeing from.] There is no need to apologize to me. As I mentioned, I am simply thankful that you have scraped by once more.
I would rather miss your company until we next meet, after all. There are many more film screenings in parks that I wish to accompany you to.
it was a nice evening. [ more than nice. just being able to be himself, more or less, and for lestat to like all those little things about him that he used to push down around other people is still a priceless experience. lestat's bright-eyed pleasure at the simplicity of the date, the feel of his mind meeting guy's, his openness-- ]
hey, have you ever taken adam to a movie like that? not in a theater or whatever, just something out on some university lawn or community park.
[ if adam gets a little lonely being surrounded by the extraordinary so often, maybe something like that would be nice. ]
[.... a wry smile at reading the message, brows raising. odd to bring up the other man directly after mentioning their solitary, intimate little courting. adam had been wriggling his way under the man's skin, apparently. charming little thing. ]
I cannot say that I have. It is not something I have known to look for, admittedly. Until now of course.
I believe the pair of us may be better suited to a drive in, or the private equivalent.
[ not just because of the obvious implication of handsiness - the two of them were especially prone to fits of giggles together, often annoying other patrons. at their most comfortable, the mutual mischief tended to show, much to the detriment of others around them.]
my dating advice would be about as useful as a two-legged stool. [ since he hasn't dated since he was, like, thirteen. gone out to bars or clubs alone or with a group? sure. picked people up for a night? absolutely. but dating--? ]
idk i just thought you two might have a good time doing something like that.
[ god, how fucking fragile is he right now, that his throat closes up at such a little thing like a casual term of endearment? guy knows, logically, that he’s exhausted, under a lot of physical and emotional stress, and his telepathy just adds more mental strain, and all that shit combined is why he can’t seem to be as practical about things as he usually is. knowing that, though, doesn’t exactly keep his eyes dry in the meantime. ]
i do my best. :)
i should pull the SIM card out for a while, so i have to go, but i’ll try to be available as often as i can. say hi to adam for me. oh, and i guess you can give louis my updated number, too. idk why he’d need to text me again, but i guess you never know.
[... louis had been speaking with guy? this was news to him. something to speak about another time, whenever that would be.
selfishly, his heart sinks at reading the message over again. guy was alive. that should be enough to go on. even this courtesy message was more than he had previously.] Naturally. Be safe, Guy.
Reach out when you are able to, yes? I am rather invested in your well being, I'm afraid. :] ❤️
[ in the next day or so, a clip from a recent the vampire lestat concert begins to make the rounds on social media. an unusually dialled down interlude between the usual heated set - a cover of a jeff buckley song, dedicated to a special guy out there, who holds more than he knows. the blond has all of his usual intensity seemingly turned inwards, eyes low and focused on his own vocals and the electric guitar under his fingers. whether guy sees it or not, it is an expression of the vampire's mulling anxieties for the young man.]
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[ and he really, very much would like to not talk about the experience, but he also can't think of a way to change the subject now without it being obvious what he's doing. ]
i guess i'm just not great with strangers and enclosed spaces.
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Perhaps I should have warned you, before. It was a gambit, in case of an emergency. I cannot help but be immensely grateful to him for ensuring your survival.
I would have you scared and alive than the alternative.
[ a beat before the next message comes:]
Are you alright, Guy?
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his head aches. lately, it’s noisier than it’s been in months. he can’t think through the clamor, so maybe he’s just being overly sensitive. it’s probably just the incessant, inescapable roar of people living their lives that has him feeling so terribly, awfully alone. maybe he’ll pick up the clonazepam again. it would help with the migraine, anyway. ]
yeah, i’m fine.
sorry for all the trouble.
i’m not scared of him, he just startled me really badly.
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as such, he does not think too deeply into it, simply chalks it up to the young man's residual distrust and flightiness in the face of the supernatural. not surprising, considering who he had been fleeing from.]
There is no need to apologize to me. As I mentioned, I am simply thankful that you have scraped by once more.
I would rather miss your company until we next meet, after all. There are many more film screenings in parks that I wish to accompany you to.
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hey, have you ever taken adam to a movie like that?
not in a theater or whatever, just something out on some university lawn or community park.
[ if adam gets a little lonely being surrounded by the extraordinary so often, maybe something like that would be nice. ]
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I cannot say that I have. It is not something I have known to look for, admittedly. Until now of course.
I believe the pair of us may be better suited to a drive in, or the private equivalent.
[ not just because of the obvious implication of handsiness - the two of them were especially prone to fits of giggles together, often annoying other patrons. at their most comfortable, the mutual mischief tended to show, much to the detriment of others around them.]
Are you giving me advice on my dating life, Guy?
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idk i just thought you two might have a good time doing something like that.
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[ said girl very much enjoyed being courted by guy anatole, apparently. ]
I will make a note of it. He deserves a little spoiling, on occasion. Thank you, Guy.
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i do my best. :)
i should pull the SIM card out for a while, so i have to go, but i’ll try to be available as often as i can. say hi to adam for me.
oh, and i guess you can give louis my updated number, too. idk why he’d need to text me again, but i guess you never know.
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selfishly, his heart sinks at reading the message over again. guy was alive. that should be enough to go on. even this courtesy message was more than he had previously.]
Naturally. Be safe, Guy.
Reach out when you are able to, yes? I am rather invested in your well being, I'm afraid. :] ❤️
[ in the next day or so, a clip from a recent the vampire lestat concert begins to make the rounds on social media. an unusually dialled down interlude between the usual heated set - a cover of a jeff buckley song, dedicated to a special guy out there, who holds more than he knows. the blond has all of his usual intensity seemingly turned inwards, eyes low and focused on his own vocals and the electric guitar under his fingers. whether guy sees it or not, it is an expression of the vampire's mulling anxieties for the young man.]