[ not a great example, to answer what bob thinks in the echo chamber of his head. he'd come into this rifling and searching, warded off by the creeping, looming dark at the back of it all. a strange thing - not baring teeth or showing its claws, but with it a sense of danger all the same. ]
That's the last I'll look - you think loudly, but it makes you honest. I won't reach without your permission moving forward. Can you get into my mind? That one of your extras, too?
[ jesus christ, that’s embarassing. bob rubs his temple with two fingers. recalibrates. ]
Kind of? But it’s — tactile. If I touch you, uh, anything could come through. No matter how deep you’ve buried it, so. Careful when you pass the potatoes, I guess.
I came here expecting to find someone that couldn't be trusted.
[ feels better to be honest, anyway, considering he's just had a listen in on his thoughts. he tries to ignore all others, but the emotions still come across. he'd open his mind to him now, if it weren't for the creep of that dark, curious thing in the boy's mind.
all the same - bob will feel a wave of shame, the closes thing he can get to a mental apology. ]
[ trust has to be earned and re-earned again over time, fuck-ups, high stakes shit. ]
It’s — I mean, I don’t know why I’m being like. [ another fidgety gesture louis can’t see, meaning avoidant. ] You can probably see it in there, right? It kicked Koby to the curb, when he went spelunkin’. Guess you and Armand both have hall passes.
[ a pause, for that to settle. koby’s powers are known and understood to be quite strong, so maybe that gives louis a better indication of what he’s dealing with. (and a possible theory as to why creatures that have accumulated lifetimes of pain would be welcomed into the snare.) ]
Armand says it looks like scar tissue. I think of it as, as my shadow. Got a teacher to see if there’s any — working with it, but for now, uh, it’s a little. A bit of a hostile situation?
[ clearing his throat. ]
Anyway, it’s looking for what hurts. The stuff you can’t forget.
I see it. Feel it more, though. Not showing me its teeth, but it's not exactly friendly, either. Can't say I'd be any different if you went spelunkin'.
[ but it does mean he opens his mind a little, cautious. if it tried to kick back koby, then he's curious. curious enough to know what could hurt those he loves, and what bob has that could protect armand at his worst.
there's no pressing, but there's the faintest acknowledgement to the dark, swirling thing there at the back of bob's mind. like knows like when it sees it, in a way. ]
Scar tissue makes me think it's dead, or healed. Your shadow feels more alive than that. Especially if it's going out looking for things all the time.
[ you know what they say about the void. look too long, and it starts staring back. even from afar, connected only by a. mental tether, louis will feel watched. might see the shadows shifting in the corner of his eye, the dark growing long with the light of his attention cast upon it. ]
Yeah, uh, turns out there’s a lot to eat around here.
[ for a vampire of another kind. and it’s had — adam’s grief, embry’s sorrows, corry’s past — armand, armand, armand — all in addition to bob’s own agonies, trotted out as and when it fuckin’ suits. maybe it’s more alive than it was in november, even with the horrors of the commune nipping at its heels. maybe it wasn’t so close to bob back then, but now it’s right there, overlaying his frame. ]
[ maybe louis should fear whatever stares at him, whatever grows and stretches and yawns under his scrutiny. it's strange to look at the void and feel as though he's seen it before, an eerie familiar friend. funny, to want to reach out and shake hands with something that feels like nothing and everything.
it's brief, the sound of an air raid overhead, or the feeling of dirt in his earsnosemouth as he hid from the sun, the way blood made him run colder then. it comes as quickly as it goes. ]
There's no shortage.
[ a huff again, something musical and easy, put on. ]
Pretty sure you said our fangs won't make a dent, so I think I'll stick to having you as good company instead.
[ bob feels the memory more than he hears it, rattling through his bones, pounding in his ears. an offering? or another stolen fragment, hoarded by the slinking, seething thing within. pain to taste, if not to eat.
the lack of fear in louis both surprises him and doesn’t. armand had been the same — is the same still. bob wonders if they don’t want for it sometimes. the shard of glass in hand. the pressure on a bruise. fingers in an old wound. proof of life, in the agony. bob can understand that instinct, after honing it himself all by his lonesome. ]
Hah, I’ll take that deal. [ with a light laugh, the darkness recedes. ] And be on best behaviour, promise. Keep the shadow and the, uh, sun to myself.
[ the two sides of him, light and dark, as armand likes to put it. ]
[ the darkness feels like a open window, and as soon as its gone, louis feels an unshakable chill as the glass latches shut. light and dark indeed. but he presses something warm against bob's mind - unnamed and unexplained, but a meager attempt at comfort, understanding. ]
No one ever warned you about making deals with vampires, huh?
[ a snort, more genuine now that he can breathe a little. ] Best behavior's not mandatory at these things, so best not to worry about it. You'll see for yourself.
[ seriously, wait until you get to see all three of them in a room together, bob, so normal! ]
[ it’s a trick armand does, sometimes, like a blanket around his shoulders. kinder than he deserves. appreciated, nonetheless, all the more for being familiar. ]
You think good judgment got me here? C’mon, Louis.
[ suped up with uncontrollable power, walking into a dinner with three apex predators — nah. if the sentry trial hadn’t snapped him up, he’d probably be the kind of idiot who begs to be made a vampire. or at least the guy who takes that ill-advised trip to a second location and ends up in a ditch. ]
I’ll try to, uh, read the room. [ a teensy burst of nerves. ] Am I supposed to bring anything? Never been to a dinner party outside Portia’s.
You can try to read the room if you want, but I'd say just hang on for the ride. All depends on what gets them going - last time was the music in the lounge. Vampires have very serious opinions.
[ or more that lestat and armand pick and poke and claw at one another until it escalates. usually louis just sits and watches, or placates one over the other. ah, his ill-tempered lover (ex-lover? lestat. ill-tempered lestat). ]
Just bring yourself. It's not a party so much, just a way for us to keep in touch. I'll make sure the kitchen gets us a spread.
[ another flush of warmth that feels far less supernatural and infinitely more human in a way that vampires shouldn't. but it's there - like a grip of a hand on a shoulder, a soft squeeze and shake, the bump of an elbow to an arm. like two men walking side by side down the sidewalk in the sun. ]
Speaking of - go eat something, it's past lunch time.
[ well, this didn’t end up anywhere near where he thought it was going — but maybe it makes sense. somebody armand loved (or still loves, probably, the way you do) must be good, too.
he’ll overthink it again, closer to the time. for now, louis makes him feel better about it. like the invite is a show of faith, rather than a secret test (even if it’s both, in the end). ]
Thanks, old timer. I’ll make sure I get my vegetables.
[ there’s another sun-warmed feeling, different from the last. like somebody ruffling your hair. like jake elbowing him on the walk back from the gym. the kind of companionship he didn’t have before the team. ]
— Feel free to text first next time, but it seems like I am, uh, open to personal calls.
[ of the telepathic variety. armand does it plenty. and if the void hasn’t sent louis packing today, it probably won’t tomorrow. ]
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[ not a great example, to answer what bob thinks in the echo chamber of his head. he'd come into this rifling and searching, warded off by the creeping, looming dark at the back of it all. a strange thing - not baring teeth or showing its claws, but with it a sense of danger all the same. ]
That's the last I'll look - you think loudly, but it makes you honest. I won't reach without your permission moving forward. Can you get into my mind? That one of your extras, too?
[ a huff of amusement. ]
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Kind of? But it’s — tactile. If I touch you, uh, anything could come through. No matter how deep you’ve buried it, so. Careful when you pass the potatoes, I guess.
[ a door is a door is a door. ]
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[ feels better to be honest, anyway, considering he's just had a listen in on his thoughts. he tries to ignore all others, but the emotions still come across. he'd open his mind to him now, if it weren't for the creep of that dark, curious thing in the boy's mind.
all the same - bob will feel a wave of shame, the closes thing he can get to a mental apology. ]
You can't control it? What passes through touch?
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[ trust has to be earned and re-earned again over time, fuck-ups, high stakes shit. ]
It’s — I mean, I don’t know why I’m being like. [ another fidgety gesture louis can’t see, meaning avoidant. ] You can probably see it in there, right? It kicked Koby to the curb, when he went spelunkin’. Guess you and Armand both have hall passes.
[ a pause, for that to settle. koby’s powers are known and understood to be quite strong, so maybe that gives louis a better indication of what he’s dealing with. (and a possible theory as to why creatures that have accumulated lifetimes of pain would be welcomed into the snare.) ]
Armand says it looks like scar tissue. I think of it as, as my shadow. Got a teacher to see if there’s any — working with it, but for now, uh, it’s a little. A bit of a hostile situation?
[ clearing his throat. ]
Anyway, it’s looking for what hurts. The stuff you can’t forget.
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I see it. Feel it more, though. Not showing me its teeth, but it's not exactly friendly, either. Can't say I'd be any different if you went spelunkin'.
[ but it does mean he opens his mind a little, cautious. if it tried to kick back koby, then he's curious. curious enough to know what could hurt those he loves, and what bob has that could protect armand at his worst.
there's no pressing, but there's the faintest acknowledgement to the dark, swirling thing there at the back of bob's mind. like knows like when it sees it, in a way. ]
Scar tissue makes me think it's dead, or healed. Your shadow feels more alive than that. Especially if it's going out looking for things all the time.
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Yeah, uh, turns out there’s a lot to eat around here.
[ for a vampire of another kind. and it’s had — adam’s grief, embry’s sorrows, corry’s past — armand, armand, armand — all in addition to bob’s own agonies, trotted out as and when it fuckin’ suits. maybe it’s more alive than it was in november, even with the horrors of the commune nipping at its heels. maybe it wasn’t so close to bob back then, but now it’s right there, overlaying his frame. ]
Still wanna have me for dinner?
cw: war trauma
it's brief, the sound of an air raid overhead, or the feeling of dirt in his earsnosemouth as he hid from the sun, the way blood made him run colder then. it comes as quickly as it goes. ]
There's no shortage.
[ a huff again, something musical and easy, put on. ]
Pretty sure you said our fangs won't make a dent, so I think I'll stick to having you as good company instead.
cw vague refs to self harm
the lack of fear in louis both surprises him and doesn’t. armand had been the same — is the same still. bob wonders if they don’t want for it sometimes. the shard of glass in hand. the pressure on a bruise. fingers in an old wound. proof of life, in the agony. bob can understand that instinct, after honing it himself all by his lonesome. ]
Hah, I’ll take that deal. [ with a light laugh, the darkness recedes. ] And be on best behaviour, promise. Keep the shadow and the, uh, sun to myself.
[ the two sides of him, light and dark, as armand likes to put it. ]
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No one ever warned you about making deals with vampires, huh?
[ a snort, more genuine now that he can breathe a little. ] Best behavior's not mandatory at these things, so best not to worry about it. You'll see for yourself.
[ seriously, wait until you get to see all three of them in a room together, bob, so normal! ]
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You think good judgment got me here? C’mon, Louis.
[ suped up with uncontrollable power, walking into a dinner with three apex predators — nah. if the sentry trial hadn’t snapped him up, he’d probably be the kind of idiot who begs to be made a vampire. or at least the guy who takes that ill-advised trip to a second location and ends up in a ditch. ]
I’ll try to, uh, read the room. [ a teensy burst of nerves. ] Am I supposed to bring anything? Never been to a dinner party outside Portia’s.
[ way above his paygrade. ]
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[ or more that lestat and armand pick and poke and claw at one another until it escalates. usually louis just sits and watches, or placates one over the other. ah, his ill-tempered lover (ex-lover? lestat. ill-tempered lestat). ]
Just bring yourself. It's not a party so much, just a way for us to keep in touch. I'll make sure the kitchen gets us a spread.
[ another flush of warmth that feels far less supernatural and infinitely more human in a way that vampires shouldn't. but it's there - like a grip of a hand on a shoulder, a soft squeeze and shake, the bump of an elbow to an arm. like two men walking side by side down the sidewalk in the sun. ]
Speaking of - go eat something, it's past lunch time.
🎀
he’ll overthink it again, closer to the time. for now, louis makes him feel better about it. like the invite is a show of faith, rather than a secret test (even if it’s both, in the end). ]
Thanks, old timer. I’ll make sure I get my vegetables.
[ there’s another sun-warmed feeling, different from the last. like somebody ruffling your hair. like jake elbowing him on the walk back from the gym. the kind of companionship he didn’t have before the team. ]
— Feel free to text first next time, but it seems like I am, uh, open to personal calls.
[ of the telepathic variety. armand does it plenty. and if the void hasn’t sent louis packing today, it probably won’t tomorrow. ]