𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙚𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩

𝘈𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 | #DesertPersephone

[𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙚𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩 @WANTMYDRAMA]

//temp backup for my lestat because I need the whimsy of writing him 😭

[𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙚𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩 @WANTMYDRAMA]

@sacrilegedesang //not YET BUT IM NOT MESSING AROUND

[𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙚𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩 @WANTMYDRAMA]

//temp backup for my lestat because I need the whimsy of writing him 😭

[𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙚𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩 @WANTMYDRAMA]

@SONATEDUDlABLE - the almost personally offended scoff at Nicolas' answer.

"You have no been to the right parts of the city if you think she is duller than Paris. She is alive in a way Paris never was," Lestat murmured, taking a drag before his curiosity tugged at him.

"Philadelphia?"

[𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙚𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩 @WANTMYDRAMA]

@SONATEDUDlABLE While Nicki looks away, Lestat keeps his eyes on the other man, as if begging for something. But nothing comes, and he is left with the urge to bite his nails bloody in an attempt to ease the panic.

But talking about New Orleans seems a good distraction because he cannot help -

[𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙚𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩 @WANTMYDRAMA]

- from the awkwardness of this meeting?

"How do you like it? The city." He asked after a moment, choosing not to use French for the moment. It was too intimate, too familiar.

[𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙚𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩 @WANTMYDRAMA]

The rules for this are rather unwritten. How is one supposed to act when coming upon an ex like this? And ex that carries so very much love and heartbreak in Lestat's mind. Should he offer to buy Nicki a coffee? Invite him back to his flat? Walk out into traffic and free himself-

[𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐧. @maedemciselle]

𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘺𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘪𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘴.

𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘤 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦. 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 & 𝘮𝘥𝘯𝘪. 𝘖𝘊 ＆ 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘺.

‍ ‍‍ ‍𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩.

[𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙚𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩 @WANTMYDRAMA]

@saintdpdl - go of Louis to wipe at his face with the backs of his hands. His skin was flushed from crying, eyes swollen now.

"My father would disagree with you. And my brothers. I was always the . . . pleurnichard of the family. I don't know the word in English."

[𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙚𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩 @WANTMYDRAMA]

"Me either," Lestat smiled softly, the warmth of Louis' hands almost enough to bring him to tears. But his eyebrows raised at the almost threatening before laughing, nodding.

"I feel like I just got Mama Lou'ed," they murmured, but stood, shuffling after Louis into the kitchen.-

[‍ ˗ˏˋ louis .ᐟ @saintdpdl]

“I don’t think I’m a saint — haven’t been to church in years.” A quiet laugh, patting the back of Lestat’s hand before going to stand, leaving his bag on the floor.

“Okay. I’m gonna make you somethin’ nutritious and make you drink plenty of water.” A pointed look, one he’d use—

[𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙚𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩 @WANTMYDRAMA]

@saintdpdl But everyone left. Especially when Lestat needed them most. And right now, he was certain if he was left alone again it would end terribly. Louis would have to pardon the grip on his shirt.

"I got — I got you all damp," Lestat murmured, swallowing around a hiccup before letting-

[𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙚𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩 @WANTMYDRAMA]

- any wetness that was not from the rain.

"Voilá. Allumé."

A pursing of his lips, stowing the lighter again as he watched Nicolas, fingers rubbing over the plastic lid to his pathetic espresso.

[𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙚𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩 @WANTMYDRAMA]

Scatterbrained as always. Lestat could not help the fondness at the familiarity. But that fondness hurt, old memories too entangled with old wounds.

He felt his eyes burn, and he hoped Nicolas was more focused on lighting his cigarette then on Lestat as he blinked back -

[𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙚𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩 @WANTMYDRAMA]

The French is there, right there on the tip of Lestat's tongue. It would feel so good, to speak it with Nicki, but they are not who they once were, and the French would be too familiar.

"An umbrella would help more." Packet stowed, and lighter produced.

[𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙚𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩 @WANTMYDRAMA]

Struggling this afternoon with the projector in his classroom.

[𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙚𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩 @WANTMYDRAMA]

Ate too much breakfast. . . Now his tummy hurts.

[𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙚𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩 @WANTMYDRAMA]

It would be a lie to say he is not surprised at his sudden company. So surprised it take Lestat a moment to juggle his coffee and cigarette to the same hand so he can dig the pack out of his pocket.

"It won't keep you very warm."

[𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙚𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩 @WANTMYDRAMA]

@saintdpdl - Louis tried to leave now? Lestat wouldn't let her. He had said it was okay to cry and Lestat couldn't imagine not having Louis here anymore.

After a while he finally pulled back, tears seeming to have dried up for the moment.

"Oh, je suis tellement gênée. . ."

[𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙚𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩 @WANTMYDRAMA]

@saintdpdl The kiss, the words, all of it, pulled more tears from Lestat, old wounds oozing even despite the years of age. And the permission to cry was all Lestat seemed to need, resting his chin on Louis' shoulder and started to sob, his arms tightening so tightly around her. What if -

[𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙚𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩 @WANTMYDRAMA]

@saintdpdl - had ever wanted was exactly this.

"I'm sorry," he whimpered through the tears, hands fisting in Louis' shirt. "I — je suis désolé."

[𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙚𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩 @WANTMYDRAMA]

@saintdpdl "No, please, I'll cry — s'il te plaît, Louis!" But Lestat did not pull back. If anything he clung harder, tucking his face into Louis shoulder. Lestat was certain it was an exaggeration, but he felt like someone had ever comforted him before this moment. And all his life all he -