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Post by Lestat Lioncourt on Apr 14, 2009 13:31:31 GMT -5
((I try to forget that, although it makes perfect sense, although yes the woman is batshit crazy. It's hard since I haven't read those books in a coon's age, and even though I tried to.))
**FADE IN**
The sheets were stained with blood as was part of the wall. He knew that this night would haunt him and that if nothing got in the way, it would happen again. Maybe not in the same manner and with more words than had been exchanged before, but it would happen again.
He pulled on his coat and straightened his cuffs, looking down on Nicolas Lestat sighed.
Stepping to the window he said not a word and took off toward the plantation, where he was sure Louis would be worried... again.
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Post by Ghislain on Sept 25, 2009 11:42:45 GMT -5
**NEW NIGHT**
Ghislain, after licking his fingers in a calculated fashion that made it no less coy or obscene, held out his hand expectantly without a word.
The man who'd hired him for the past twenty minutes appeared to be put out or irritated by this, but took out his wallet and paid him. Not so bad, thought Ghislain, reinspecting the man's face as he was counting out what he owed him. He'd engaged in alley trysts with worse. And Ghislain could not quite say that this was his livelihood, as it was sort of a second job, and so he supposed he could afford to be picky, quite literally. That did not always mean that he was. Sometimes playing the part was the point of the process. This was just one of those nights.
A friend of his - and Ghislain didn't have many, and wasn't that good to them, but knew them when he did - had had her third abortion two weeks previously, this one at his soothing urging, and after he'd made one too many a callous comment about people's mothers - as he'd not been close to his, not in the least - she had shouted at him, burst into tears, and thrust him from her room.
This had put him on edge for the rest of the week. And Ghislain on edge was a good commodity and provided a valuable service, or, at least, that was what he enigmatically told a cellist who had long since learned to shut him out when he started in on being loquacious.
Ghislain pocketed the money carefully - inside pocket, he knew full well what little thieves lurked the streets because occasionally he emulated them - and picked up a bottle of cheap beer he'd been drinking shortly before being propositioned. He took a swig, swooshed, spat it out, and took another drink. He did not like it. He thought he'd like to go and use this surplus money to get a real drink, or something like that. But the beer was doing what it was supposed to. It was that taste or another one, after all.
Ghislain bent almost jauntily, spring in his step, to put the bottle back on the uneven alley ground again, brushing off his knee for a moment.
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Post by Daniel on Sept 26, 2009 18:48:02 GMT -5
Daniel was whistling. He normally didn't, since that sort of thing had a tendency to mess up any attempt at being stealthy, but he really wasn't trying to do that this time. He wanted whoever was about to hear him coming.
He paused when he saw Ghislain, who was in a rather compromising position at the moment.
"Mind your surroundings."
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Post by Ghislain on Sept 26, 2009 19:10:49 GMT -5
"Mm, what's to mind?"
Now there was an astonishing person. That was the sort of face, the sort of body, poems were written about. The kind that came in books with yellow wrappers and which were banned in Belgium, that sort of thing. He glanced at him appraisingly, not hiding that he was doing so, but not making it suggestively slow. That did not make it less provocative.
"I rather like them."
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Post by Daniel on Sept 26, 2009 19:15:51 GMT -5
"I suppose it's not too bad." He said, pointedly aiming the comment at Ghislain.
"But really, there must be better places to go than an alleyway."
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Post by Ghislain on Sept 26, 2009 19:17:15 GMT -5
"Oh, there are," said Ghislain airily, "if you can afford them."
In imitation, he aimed that one at Daniel.
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Post by Daniel on Sept 26, 2009 19:22:53 GMT -5
He grinned. This one was playing, and Daniel was in the mood to play.
"I think I could afford most, even if I don't look like I do."
As usual, he was wearing blue jeans and a t-shirt.
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Post by Ghislain on Sept 26, 2009 19:32:12 GMT -5
Ghislain folded his arms and leaned against the wall of the alleyway.
"Almost a pity. God knows I itch to bankrupt someone."
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Post by Daniel on Sept 26, 2009 19:34:31 GMT -5
"I think it'd take quite a bit to bankrupt me." He said, sounding amused.
"But tell me, if you want bankrupt someone, why are you here in this place? I don't think you'll find much in the way of money."
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Post by Ghislain on Sept 26, 2009 19:42:11 GMT -5
Ghislain shrugged. "And if you can afford better, why are you here? Don't say it's for the view," he said, then paused. "I flatter too easily."
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Post by Daniel on Sept 26, 2009 19:48:58 GMT -5
Daniel pretended to be affronted.
"But what if it is the view?"
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Post by Ghislain on Sept 26, 2009 19:56:26 GMT -5
Ghislain looked almost calculating for a moment, eyelids lowered in a fashion near sultry. Then, a hint of his teeth showing, he smiled.
"Then why don't you flatter me?"
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Post by Daniel on Sept 26, 2009 20:06:41 GMT -5
He glided over to Ghislain.
"Hmm...what should I speak of? The light in your eyes? How your hair falls just so?"
He lightly trailed fingers across Ghislain's shoulder.
"Or how easy on the eyes you are in general?"
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Post by Ghislain on Sept 26, 2009 20:16:07 GMT -5
Ghislain idly lifted his arms in the air, resting them on the wall with his wrists crossed, crossing his legs for support and balance. That this showed off the line of his body admirably was, of course, deliberate, and not something he did with a dust mote of shame.
"The latter," he said after hardly a moment. "I prefer the word easy to the word light."
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Post by Daniel on Sept 26, 2009 20:22:23 GMT -5
"Easy." He lightly touched Ghislain's cheek.
"In more than one way?"
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