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revivalproject2023-08-26 04:40 pm
marquisdemort) wrote in revivalproject2023-08-26 04:40 pm
We breathe the music
Who Lestat, Open
What Mingling, Feeding
Where The Warrens
When Volcano Event
Warnings Blood, Violence
Love Me
It had been a long time since Lestat could roam freely without having to worry about the sun. He could adjust his schedule to match that of any other man down here. And there was a routine to things down here just as there had been above ground. He made it his mission to mingle, to be one of the people. It wasn't the night life of New Orleans, but it was at least more lively then Temba in the moonlight hours most nights.
And so Lestat ignored his gnawing hunger and took Nicki's violin out into public for the first time since his arrival. He played a song from long in his past when he was still newly turned, welcoming others to listen or join in.
Feed Me
That hunger ate away at Lestat until he couldn't stand it. Let it throw me into the damn fountain and in the path of the volcano, at least it would be a faster death than this- he reasoned, stalking his prey to a more secluded area of the warrens before swooping in on them. He moved with lightening fast speed, on them in a flash and sinking him teeth into their neck with a groan of relief.
What Mingling, Feeding
Where The Warrens
When Volcano Event
Warnings Blood, Violence
Love Me
It had been a long time since Lestat could roam freely without having to worry about the sun. He could adjust his schedule to match that of any other man down here. And there was a routine to things down here just as there had been above ground. He made it his mission to mingle, to be one of the people. It wasn't the night life of New Orleans, but it was at least more lively then Temba in the moonlight hours most nights.
And so Lestat ignored his gnawing hunger and took Nicki's violin out into public for the first time since his arrival. He played a song from long in his past when he was still newly turned, welcoming others to listen or join in.
Feed Me
That hunger ate away at Lestat until he couldn't stand it. Let it throw me into the damn fountain and in the path of the volcano, at least it would be a faster death than this- he reasoned, stalking his prey to a more secluded area of the warrens before swooping in on them. He moved with lightening fast speed, on them in a flash and sinking him teeth into their neck with a groan of relief.
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He ought to just snap the boy's neck and move on if he's not a suitable meal. Can't have him spreading the word to all the people who are still ignorant to his true nature. He laughs though at that determined little declaration.
"Not going to let me?"
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"And FYI, I'm part of the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. So long your not attacking anyone else I'll let it go. You try to hurt someone else? I'm gonna kick your ass." He says flatly. Bold words for a kid that was just whining about getting bitten a moment ago.