louis spits out, offering another pitied glance to the woman on the floor. he can 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭 the blood, can almost taste it if he focuses enough.
“ of course i don’t enjoy it. i’m not a monster. ”
“ that’s .. unfair. ” pinching the bridge of his nose as if to hold back anger he swears he isn’t capable of. “ it 𝓌𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 me. you can’t expect me to walk on eggshells around you because you’re a ticking time bomb. ” ——
“ it might be, sure. but the difference between you and i ? i enjoy this. this, louis, was what we were meant to do. we hunt, we kill, we devour. “ lestat hums, walking around louis in a circle. + +
gesturing to the nail lestat had used to slice open the woman’s neck. there’s bound to be 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 crimson left under his fingernail.
“ why must you be so petty? ”
louis finally makes the effort to lock eyes with lestat, anger bubbling up to the surface and settling under his skin. the words are harsh, yet somewhat true. it is unfair — knowing louis will feel guilt even when aware that ——
at that, lestat can feel his jaw tense, eyes narrowed at louis. “ i think the unintelligent one is the vampire unable to stomach his very existence .ᐟ “ he spits, eyeing him up and down in disgust. or maybe it was fury. + +
this is not his fault. the argument, perhaps he is slightly to blame but the killing? he won’t give in to that blame.
“ it’s actually all on your hands. ” he mutters, glancing down to the other’s pale hands. lips twitch slightly, ——
though, he isn’t sure it could ever be lestat that disgusts him. his actions are ... vile, of course, but louis yearns to feel the brief touch over and over again.
“ i don’t want to live in a home full of human decorations. ”
“ weakness and empathy aren’t the same thing, lestat. powerful yet .. unintelligent? ” there is his confident response, lifting a brow in genuine curiosity. a grimace as they briefly make contact, nose scrunching in disgust. ——
all lestat can do is chuckle, brows raising. “ who said i’m burning any of these ? perhaps i want to string them up, like decor. make their worthless lives a little admirable. “ + +
lestat’s pointless spree. “ are you capable of any emotion that 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 involve potentially ruining the furniture? ” he deadpans, brows furrowed angrily.
whether louis ‘ minds ’ or not has never mattered to lestat, he highly doubts his negative opinion on such a petty act will matter now. in lieu of a sarcastic comeback, he watches carefully and 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘺. ——
a ringed hand comes up to clean his mouth from the ichor, the thud of yet another body echoing all throughout the house. he hums, giving @ofenvied a cruel, careless smile. “ i hope you don’t mind . . “ + +
eyes trained on the other in utter disbelief. then, as though it pains him, he briefly flicks his gaze down to the still woman in front of him.
“ you are burning 𝘢𝘭𝘭 of these. ” he scoffs, wishing to have no part in ——