[ 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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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.
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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. ]