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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[ 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. ]