it required negligible effort to discern the other’s presence, long excelling at measuring fellow immortals from afar. within the shadowed expanse of this cemetery, she finally permitted herself to be discovered, drawing him after her exactly as anticipated. when he finally —
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often, lestat found himself wandering among the weathered tombs of the masonic cemetery, recalling past ghosts and old adventures with an aching hunger for experiences he could ..͟.
emerged into view, her head tilts by a fraction of a degree and a faint smile pulled her lips upward.
❛ah, I thought I sensed another here. have you also sought out this place for reflection?❜ it was a falsehood, of course. she had engineered this encounter entirely, seeking —
her features softened by an imperceptible fraction, turning her head to regard the other. ❛facing the realities of this existence early on does have its benefits, I suppose.❜ a chuckle escaped her, momentarily dispersing any heaviness that might have settled. a smile drew —
even if they were brought up so differently, in such different places, that was something that would always bind their kind.
“ i could say the same for you. ” a quick response, they had learned to endure, there was no other way to keep on with their lives.
though her time in paris had been brief, she had already woven herself into the city’s nocturnal rhythms. tonight the skies had intervened, to which she adopted the habits of mortals around her and sought immediate refuge. her retreat brought her to this opera house, a place —
she had yet to attend but its reputation had long whispered to her curiosity.
inside, the sudden illumination of the candelabras forced her to pivot between shaper senses, the resonance of an organ registering far louder to her than it would ever be to others. stepping deeper —
❛it was fascinating to read of your nature, the things you do. it seems all this is not unique to me.❜ she swept a hand between them, wilfully ignoring the barbs thrown her way. for years she had mapped her own mind for fault, obsessing over what she might have done to invite —
thought re - built had crumbled
down to their feet again.
‶ I did not expect your intellect
to succumb to Daniel Molloy's
stirring journalism. Impertinence
does not suit you. ″
such malice. now another place ceases to be a sanctuary, no matter how far she buries herself into the shadows she remains haunted by their presence, bound to them still and tethered by something unspoken that has quietly endured between them through all this time. ❛what do —