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perfectionner) wrote2023-08-08 03:54 pm
perfectionner) wrote2023-08-08 03:54 pm
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WELCOME TO THE SALTBURNT NETWORK
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WELCOME TO THE SALTBURNT NETWORK
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LESTAT
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[ louis' absence isn't immediately concerning, since lestat expects he wants the opportunity to stretch his legs, and not to remain abed for hours at a time.
the text that comes through, however, is. ]
Disappeared? Or something more nefarious?
[ naturally, lestat's thoughts turn to what transpired during the werewolf game, and how people that were... disposed of were also resurrected. not to mention alicent's all-too-recent experience. ]
the text that comes through, however, is. ]
Disappeared? Or something more nefarious?
[ naturally, lestat's thoughts turn to what transpired during the werewolf game, and how people that were... disposed of were also resurrected. not to mention alicent's all-too-recent experience. ]
It seems you've already heard of me, but I've yet to earn the same pleasure.
[ he'll get to that "suspiciously perfect" part in a moment. ]
[ he'll get to that "suspiciously perfect" part in a moment. ]
More or less, little lightning. The past week or so has been particularly eventful.
How are you?
How are you?
I'm going with one of the groups to get more food, if we can find it.
Armand is sick. He needs to keep his strength up.
[ there's a lot that has gone unspoken about armand in the height of all this - there's a lot he has to figure out, but some of his time away from lestat's side has been with armand, keeping him warm and keeping him close. ]
Armand is sick. He needs to keep his strength up.
[ there's a lot that has gone unspoken about armand in the height of all this - there's a lot he has to figure out, but some of his time away from lestat's side has been with armand, keeping him warm and keeping him close. ]
I know. This affliction that has found all of us reverted him to the state he was in before the turning.
[ he almost admits that he's not sure armand will survive without being given the blood again, but surely louis has considered that for himself already. ]
Must I insist that you be careful? And take care not to search any rooms without someone to accompany you?
[ he almost admits that he's not sure armand will survive without being given the blood again, but surely louis has considered that for himself already. ]
Must I insist that you be careful? And take care not to search any rooms without someone to accompany you?
Well, it would depend on how you mean to offer them.
Cher.
You ever gonna come back to bed or do I gotta come steal you away?
Make whoever it is learn you're mine for the rest of the night?
[ not jealousy for whomever lestat has decided to entertain for some of the evening, but a pouting sort of impatience that might be new to lestat, all things considered in their past.
but hello lestat, your companion heart is feeling both needy and horny, you're welcome. ]
You ever gonna come back to bed or do I gotta come steal you away?
Make whoever it is learn you're mine for the rest of the night?
[ not jealousy for whomever lestat has decided to entertain for some of the evening, but a pouting sort of impatience that might be new to lestat, all things considered in their past.
but hello lestat, your companion heart is feeling both needy and horny, you're welcome. ]
The thought of you striding in to publicly stake your claim where all can see does have its appeal, I’ll admit.
But there isn’t anyone else who holds my attention.
[ it’s more like a thing, given his preoccupation with the piano bar as of late. what can we say? he’s feeling more inspired recently, and playing there leads to a richer sound compared to the keyboard the library had gifted him. ]
Should I consider myself properly summoned?
But there isn’t anyone else who holds my attention.
[ it’s more like a thing, given his preoccupation with the piano bar as of late. what can we say? he’s feeling more inspired recently, and playing there leads to a richer sound compared to the keyboard the library had gifted him. ]
Should I consider myself properly summoned?
Truthfully, I'm not sure what it is yet.
[ it's certainly less... angsty than some of his other songs. ]
I have the verses all worked out, but the chorus is currently eluding me.
[ it's certainly less... angsty than some of his other songs. ]
I have the verses all worked out, but the chorus is currently eluding me.
Armand has challenged you to a game of Words With Friends! Will you accept the invitation? Download the app now. http://wordswithfriends.com/h6ut?id=781&user=armand
To what do I owe the pleasure of your desire for wordplay?
What's your take on the Armand thing? You seem more neutral than Parisa.
Hardly neutral. He and I have had our own entanglements over the years.
There's a difference between who he really is and what he allows others to see.
There's a difference between who he really is and what he allows others to see.
Edited 2025-10-06 15:19 (UTC)
Depends on the day.
[ his feelings about this are complicated, but he’s not going to say that here. ]
[ his feelings about this are complicated, but he’s not going to say that here. ]
Can you tell me what made you vote for Devon?
At first, certain evidence might have pointed to Armand, but not all of it was adding up. It later came to my attention that the young monsieur is not as helpless as his cohorts have made him out to be.
A pact with the devil gave him supernatural abilities.
A pact with the devil gave him supernatural abilities.
[ really, you'd think this news would have circulated through the vampire group chat already. ]
I'll admit, the evidence initially seemed to point elsewhere. [ armand, in other words. ] But then it came to my attention that the boy has certain abilities his cohorts failed to mention publicly — power that could very easily be wielded while he was unaware.
Physically, he also matches the description the victim posthumously gave to one of our little self-appointed sleuths.
I'll admit, the evidence initially seemed to point elsewhere. [ armand, in other words. ] But then it came to my attention that the boy has certain abilities his cohorts failed to mention publicly — power that could very easily be wielded while he was unaware.
Physically, he also matches the description the victim posthumously gave to one of our little self-appointed sleuths.
I think I’ll wait one more round before coming to any firm conclusion.
You believe it’s truly worse this time?
You believe it’s truly worse this time?
I’ve never been terribly fond of witches.
[ and he presumes she’d rather not have him direct his vote at her or one of hers. ]
[ and he presumes she’d rather not have him direct his vote at her or one of hers. ]
Can I ask you a vampire question? It doesn't have anything to do with the "game". It's a personal thing.
What's Armand's connection to Judeo-Christian beliefs?
Nothing substantial, to my knowledge, although he's certainly had as much time to study them as any vampire would.
I need to know everything about your vampire's kind of blood. How it hits humans. How it works through the system. It's ins and outs. I need the skinny and I need it fast.
I'll owe you one, if that counts for anything.
I'll owe you one, if that counts for anything.
You're the second person to inquire about this in as many days.
If I didn't know any better, I'd think this was someone's unimaginative idea of a joke.
If I didn't know any better, I'd think this was someone's unimaginative idea of a joke.
i'm not trying to put a target on my back but if shit happens, can you make sure nothing weird happens to my body involving fire? thanks :)
So you say.
[ but he's also noticing eddie throwing himself into the fray rather publicly with a lot of finger-pointing. ]
I'll do my best, but all of us are rendered helpless when the wolves strike.
[ but he's also noticing eddie throwing himself into the fray rather publicly with a lot of finger-pointing. ]
I'll do my best, but all of us are rendered helpless when the wolves strike.
Nothing with a terribly overwhelming scent, and nothing with absolutely garish foliage.
[ the bedroom's empty when lestat comes in, but there's a note left on the bed. handwritten, lestat's name on the front in elegant, looping handwriting. with it, a pale rose from the somewhere on the grounds. there's no name for the sender, no other words other than the three carefully centered on the page: ]
𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒.
[ somewhere on the grounds, out in the thick of the gardens, louis waits dressed in a fine plum suit, but the shirt beneath? one of lestat's - smelling of his lover. he smokes a cigarette while he waits, a calling card, even though he's flush with fresh, warm blood, made himself up to be ripe for the picking.
he can't reach into his lover's mind like he can others but he hopes his note has done enough, and keeps him at the forefront of his mind, a dulled pull on their shared bond. ]
𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒.
[ somewhere on the grounds, out in the thick of the gardens, louis waits dressed in a fine plum suit, but the shirt beneath? one of lestat's - smelling of his lover. he smokes a cigarette while he waits, a calling card, even though he's flush with fresh, warm blood, made himself up to be ripe for the picking.
he can't reach into his lover's mind like he can others but he hopes his note has done enough, and keeps him at the forefront of his mind, a dulled pull on their shared bond. ]
[ Since the commune, Lestat has just been tired — a state that travels well below skin-deep and burrows its way into his very bones, even if it's rather difficult for vampires to tire outside of simply refusing to feed. No one is more surprised than him about missing the house in light of the last month, but there's a familiarity to these grounds that he would rather settle into — and the biggest reason of all to prefer here is the time he's allowed to bask in the presence of the one who remains dearest to him.
He doesn't expect anyone else to even know about or observe his birthday — certainly not Armand, who's currently preoccupied by his own alpha-related melaise — but his post to the network had been mostly about conjuring up potential ideas for Louis. Perhaps he should have anticipated that his lover would beat him to some sort of celebration, but when Lestat finds the note on their bed, all he can do is bring it to his nose and inhale, deeply, for any traces of Louis left behind in paper and ink.
He barely stops to change or don the appropriate shoes, keeping the rose in mind as an obvious clue without the ability to pinpoint Louis via his thoughts. In fact, he snips the base of the bloom in question with his nails in order to tuck it into his lapel and wear it as a makeshift boutonniere, the pale color standing out against the dark of his suit.
Louis might be the photographer between them, but the silhouette of him smoking as he waits cuts a stunning image all on its own, one that Lestat pauses to commit to mind's eye before strolling up with no indication of the haste in which he'd come, apart from a few windswept locks of hair. ]
Mon amour. [ He suspects he knows what this is all about, but he's eager to play coy, to let the scene trickle out between them. ] You've not been waiting long, have you?
He doesn't expect anyone else to even know about or observe his birthday — certainly not Armand, who's currently preoccupied by his own alpha-related melaise — but his post to the network had been mostly about conjuring up potential ideas for Louis. Perhaps he should have anticipated that his lover would beat him to some sort of celebration, but when Lestat finds the note on their bed, all he can do is bring it to his nose and inhale, deeply, for any traces of Louis left behind in paper and ink.
He barely stops to change or don the appropriate shoes, keeping the rose in mind as an obvious clue without the ability to pinpoint Louis via his thoughts. In fact, he snips the base of the bloom in question with his nails in order to tuck it into his lapel and wear it as a makeshift boutonniere, the pale color standing out against the dark of his suit.
Louis might be the photographer between them, but the silhouette of him smoking as he waits cuts a stunning image all on its own, one that Lestat pauses to commit to mind's eye before strolling up with no indication of the haste in which he'd come, apart from a few windswept locks of hair. ]
Mon amour. [ He suspects he knows what this is all about, but he's eager to play coy, to let the scene trickle out between them. ] You've not been waiting long, have you?
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