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[tueurdeloup]

[The device turns on, revealing a blonde man, looking incredibly bored. He looked beautiful in his boredom; it is half affectation, his hair carefully tossed, a little pout on his wide, generous mouth. It's clear that the man knows very much how he looks, and is almost arrogant in regards to it.

It would remind some of a spoiled child, having been told to sit in a corner.]

This place seems to have the chance to be exceedingly interesting...

[And a sigh is issued, now, and his eyes fall to look down at his hand, off screen,]

...or exceedingly boring.

I hope it isn't the latter. IF so, I'd just have to make my own fun, and, well...

[He raises his eyes to the screen, once more, and his mouth quickly quirks upward into a smirk, a hint of his unnaturally white teeth showing.]

...I always find that others tend to take exception to my sort of fun.

So tell me, my fellow shipmates. What do you do for fun, here?

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[errersansbut]

[ if louis' heart truly beat within his chest, it would have hiccuped and caught in his throat at the sight before him presented on the small screen, but no less larger than the reality he's come to know. he fumbles — louis de pointe du lac who has not fumbled in nearly a century, fumbles in his haste to speak with him, a mashing of buttons with eerily clumsy fingers that speak of years gone past.

this ship may be a personification of the hell louis has never dared to imagine, with its technology and wear on items that suddenly seem archaic, but there's a moment where the corners of his lips quirk into what might be a smile when the feed begins. it's too nostalgic in its execution, though, too dated and the chrysanthemums he arrived with have long since perished on the bed behind him.

but it's lestat, his maker, his torment, and his love (though he might argue to the contrary later, the issue with david being swallowed whole in favor of a moment of pleasure and elation). still, his appearance has suffered for his lack of care, he looks tired, worn, and old habits die hard. ]

Exceedingly boring, I'd imagine. Though, our tastes wildly differ, Lestat. [ i've missed you goes unsaid for the moment, but may translate through his eyes and constant smile, no matter how fatigued he looks. ]

[tueurdeloup]

[Well this...is unexpected.

Of course, Lestat could not have known he was here. He can't feel him, as he can others. The cruel joke played on them...the gift taking away such intimacy as a trade.

Grey eyes seem violet as the look over the face on the screen, and he raises an eyebrow.]

You look horrible.

[But the words carry relief, and hope, and things that are always much too complicated to say. They had parted on bad terms, Louis leaving again...

...the same end to the same game. Exhausting. But here--there is no escape, is there? For either of them.

Letting out a (faked) breath, he spoke once more.]

Where are you.

[For he intends to see you in person, no mistake.]

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[ a spread of lips and louis chuckles, barely but enough to count. horrible is better than he could look, truthfully. he isn't bone dry, yet. depending on the perspective, it could almost be taken as a compliment. ]

My room, ah, [ his gaze flicks to his arm to check the brand, to make sure, because the last thing he'd care to do is send lestat on a wild goose chase on the ship. later, maybe, but not right now. now he wants to see him just as much. ] The thirty-second room on the sixteenth floor.

[ he should know it by heart and he does, really, but hunger and disorientation have made him wary of things he considers fact. ]

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Fine.

[Lestat turns the device off, then, and immediately heads towards the room, Mojo following at his heels. Again, Louis was being ridiculous; not feeding like he was...its dangerous. Not only to him, of course, but a vampire so starved could easily kill someone the next time he drank, which would only feed the man's bloody complex of guilt.

It's frustrating, to see Louis constantly making the wrong decisions, all because of his bigheaded need to feel human.

Arriving at the door a fifteen minutes later (he had to move slower, because of Mojo), he knocks.]

Look at me, knocking, being all polite. Let me in, Louis. Someone has to try fix this mess you've made of yourself.

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[ the amount of time it takes lestat to reach louis' room doesn't go unnoticed. fifteen minutes seems like a lifetime without fast he's known the older vampire to move, whether out of necessity or a desire to show off. he doesn't have to turn his attention to the contents of his room to know that lestat will have yet another thing to complain about; a set of dead flowers, wilted in a sickly way instead of brittle to the touch, and two books. he may as well have lived his entire vampiric existence in this room.

the knock brings relief, at first, and his words are greeted with a shake of his head that he knows the other can't see, but can still clearly visualize. ]

Oh, yes. You're ever the pinnacle of manners, Lestat. So kind and saintly to stitch me back together again like I'm some broken to—

[ and then he catches mojo's scent and his words die in his throat. he knows that smell, knows the warmth even through the door and suddenly he's too grateful for the barrier between the three of them. ]

So help me God, if you want me to open this door, you will leave your canine companion out in the hall. [ the teasing has bled entirely from the tone of his voice, even as he speaks through the door like an angry child, heels dug and stubbornness set in.

i bet you missed this, lestat. ]

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Again, your lack of control is disappointing. You'd think in a century you'd learn to deal with this.

[Letting out a sigh, he ran his fingers through Mojo's fur, and sent the dog back off down the hall. He would find his way back, or wait near the lifts. Either way, the dog was smarter than Louis, at this point.

Having done so, he leaned against the wall opposite the door, looking at his nails.]

And they call me the brat.

[Truly. Now open the door, Louis, before Lestat rips it apart.]

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[ louis waits, but does not reply until lestat's dog has departed. some of the tension has left his muscles when he opens the door finally, and it's taken some of the friendliness his tone held prior the demand and its follow-through. ]

A century couldn't have prepared me for life in a metal cage full of humans and otherwise. Cities are more lenient. [ given the transient nature of them. feeding here is miles more difficult as it's more obvious than he'd like given his lack of any gifts. ]

Come in, then. [ stepping aside to allow him entry is easier than letting lestat barge his way in. maybe once they're confined to the small space together, he'll adopt a much better disposition. he truly was (and still is) pleased to see lestat. ]

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Then you adapt. Something you need to learn still, apparently.

[Lestat pushes into the room, barely giving Louis a look, for the moment. He's annoyed, now, determined not to show Louis that he was missed. It is an attitude perhaps born of simply wishing to be contrary, but one still there, just the same.

It isn't how he wants things to go, but Louis set the tone.

Seeing the flowers, Lestat made a face, and immediately moved to grab them.]

Really, Louis?

[He looks at the man with mock pity in his eyes, and moves to throw the flowers into the hallway.]

How can your nose stand the smell.

[He certainly can't.]

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[ he doesn't even have to look to see what lestat's found to know. it seems they're bound to argue instead of reunite. louis presses his lips into a hard line before he moves to beat him to the door. he isn't faster than lestat, and he certainly isn't going to wrestle him for the flowers, but — ]

No. You will not decide what I keep in my room. Dead or not, those flowers serve a purpose. [ served, more like, but he tries his best to keep his voice level, gaze locked on lestat. ]

They arrived with me and they will leave with me. [ this is unlikely and he knows it. sooner or later, he'll have to throw them out, but he'd like for it to be his choice and under much better circumstances. ]

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[Lestat raises an eyebrow.]

You couldn't stop me if you tried, Louis. They serve no purpose but to let you keep moping about, like some child.

[he has half a mind to shatter the vase and set the flowers aflame. It would be easy to do, just a simple thought. And most of him wishes to do it.

But still, he puts them down, trying to ignore the sickeningly sweet scent of decay.]

Your decorations are none of my concern, though.

You feeding is.

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They're mine. [ a statement that feels strange to utter, no matter how he parses it. louis isn't one to be protective of many objects, but out of what he arrived with, those flowers and the locket are of high priority. he's read the books front cover to back so many times he can probably recite them by heart.

but he relaxes when lestat sets the vase down, hands falling to his side and another downward twitch of his lips. ]

What would you have me do? Stalk the halls for prey or announce my nature over the network in hopes of volunteers? There are others here, some who are even different than we are. [ he moves to sit on the edge of the bed, hands in his lap. ] I'm not you, Lestat.

[tueurdeloup]

So you would keep a corpse like Claudia did? If you thought you held claim?

[An old wound, to prick and worry. This was going far from well, yet he found he could not stop; as typical.]

Oh heaven forbid you ever end up like me. Perish the thought of surviving without guilt.

[He rolls his eyes and brings his wrist up to his lips, tearing open the wrist with his teeth, letting out a little breath as he felt cool blood against his lips. He holds his wrist out, watching the blood drip onto the floor.]

I would have you drink, at least. I dislike seeing you with such a sickly pallor.