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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Apr 3, 2009 16:01:33 GMT -5
Nicolas grew very slightly defensive at this, not because Lestat had said something unkind or cruel, but because he hadn't; because his voice was soft, and too lulling, and Nicolas had to throw up all barriers or he would react, and he wouldn't like himself when he reacted...
Why hadn't he tried to kill him yet? Doubtless they could have a grand old time, throwing each other into walls and shouting and... somehow none of that sounded as though it would end as he'd hope. He'd never wanted to destroy Lestat, though, had he, and Lestat had so specifically not wanted to destroy him. But that was perfect madness! Hadn't they known then that if they hadn't destroyed each other, they'd be forced to meet again, like this? Probably had never even thought about it. Or maybe they'd wanted to meet...
Nicolas reached out before he could stop himself to touch Lestat's face, his fingertips brushing the cheekbone as longingly as one afraid he'd find nothing but air, and then took another sharp step back. "And why would you suppose I'd want them to cross?" he said, voice sounding strangely higher than usual even to him, the faintest edges of panic and despair in the words, which were of course empty, hollow, and meaningless.
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Post by Lestat Lioncourt on Apr 3, 2009 19:08:50 GMT -5
Lestat smiled as Nicholas reached out to him, by all accounts he was sure that he would have been fist to fist with the man. Yet there was the tenderness that he had once thought lost in time. He'd feel so much more comfortable if Nicholas would simply speak, one line conversations seemed to last as long as Lestat could say his line and leave.
But he knew that if he left now, he probably wouldn't have a chance to speak. So one line it would be. He did however take a step forward this time as Nicholas stepped back "If you hadn't wanted them to cross than they wouldn't have, yet here we stand."
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Apr 4, 2009 13:13:17 GMT -5
Oh, that statement was brutal in its simplicity, in the elegance in which Lestat so offhandedly tossed it off. Lestat didn't want him to leave, and would have no intention of letting him leave, would he? It struck Nicolas for the first time that if he himself had actually wanted to leave, why, he would have tried it already.
"All right," said Nicolas feverishly, taking Lestat by the lapel as though going to smash him into the wall, or attempt to - or perhaps to pull him into an embrace. He did neither, though he held on tightly. "So I've thought about seeing you incessantly in every moment of consciousness I've had, regardless of whether I've been alone or feeding or with Armand in that damned tower you gave to him... Does that answer satisfy you, then?"
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Post by Lestat Lioncourt on Apr 5, 2009 23:34:49 GMT -5
"Yes" Lestat replied stepping in to his grasp his grin widening, raising his hand he placed it on Nicolas chin "it, satisfies me completely."
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Apr 6, 2009 9:00:05 GMT -5
His stomach turned. It was not in an unpleasant way, although he was completely unprepared for it. "You'd better not be satisfied completely," said Nicolas in an almost hostile way through ragged breathing before, as could have been very easily predicted from the moment they'd come into view of each other, pulling Lestat to himself in a kiss.
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Post by Armand on Apr 6, 2009 11:27:36 GMT -5
(( *munches her popcorn contentedly* ))
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Post by Lestat Lioncourt on Apr 6, 2009 19:09:28 GMT -5
Lestat lifted his hands and grabbed on to Nicolas's coat, throwing the man against the wall, yet never breaking their kiss. He feared, if he broke it, he'd never get it back.
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Apr 7, 2009 13:11:33 GMT -5
Nicolas would have liked the kiss to be broken, with whatever part of his mind could still be seething about some injury or other he could not currently recall, for the exact reason Lestat did not let that happen. He would have wanted to collect himself, compose himself, throw Lestat back with a sneer and leave. Not getting that opportunity, instead he pushed his arms around Lestat's neck and pulled him up against him. It was almost horrible, the incongruity, to be touching Lestat like this and yet to know Lestat was dead, his own body was dead... but the ways in which it was familiar far outweighed that.
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Post by Lestat Lioncourt on Apr 7, 2009 15:44:19 GMT -5
They were moving quickly, yet not at all, hundreds of years of history falling in to Lestat's incessant kiss. When he felt Nicholas slowly return his passion, he grinned and lifted his up against the wall because Lestat can totally do that.
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Apr 7, 2009 15:49:28 GMT -5
That was unexpected. And it jarred with the memories Nicolas had of them as mortals, mortals in a hayloft or an inn or their attic flat or a dressing room... and brought Nicolas back to the present in which they were in an alleyway, and most certainly not mortal. "Mm... don't do that," said Nicolas softly, eyebrows furrowing, his own lips moving against Lestat's, as he had hardly pulled back to speak. He did not really feel the need to, either; he still wanted Lestat. His hands slid downward, moving over his chest and down around his waist, pulling them sharply closer. "Why an alley?"
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Post by Lestat Lioncourt on Apr 7, 2009 15:56:00 GMT -5
"It is not to your liking" he whispered almost upset at the man for stopping "fine then."
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Apr 7, 2009 16:26:14 GMT -5
Nicolas wanted to shove Lestat suddenly, which was not altogether that uncommon as they'd certainly argued in the past. But he was completely unwilling to let go of him, and if he dwelled on that thought, he was certain to become upset and manic, which he also did not want.
He reached up a hand to trace his fingertip over the curve of Lestat's ear, then to push his fingers back through his hair.
"Why don't we..." Oh, ludicrous, ludicrous, and Armand would kill him, or at least want to, but he suddenly couldn't remember who Armand was, and finished softly, "break in somewhere? A little attic flat..."
Not that that would make the pain better later. It would doubtless aggravate it. But here they were vampires now, and Nicolas had Lestat to thank for that, and the idea was just so lovely, and so much fun. A little unused flat, old patterns in new, grand, ghastly ways. Nicolas laughed at the thought of it, becoming really charmed by it, and stepped into Lestat suddenly as he kissed him again.
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Post by Lestat Lioncourt on Apr 7, 2009 16:35:21 GMT -5
Lestat returned the kiss and began to float up in to the air "Tell me then" he chuckled "where shall we find such a place?"
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Apr 7, 2009 16:37:37 GMT -5
Nicolas clutched Lestat more tightly, shock - which was more like surprise - registering very plainly on his face a moment before it vanished.
"Absolutely anywhere," he replied against Lestat's mouth again, speaking softly still. "The first attic apartment we see..."
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Post by Lestat Lioncourt on Apr 7, 2009 16:55:45 GMT -5
Lestat pulled Nicolas tighter still and started flying toward the first place he saw, when arriving at the window, he found it open and chuckled setting Nicolas down inside like his bride. Luckily enough the place seemed empty, and there was plenty of time still left in the night.
"Is this more suited to your needs?"
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