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Beauty (i_tame) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2011-07-21 22:32:00

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honour bellaforte, lestat de lioncourt

Truth from Art [Lestat]
After Eric left her place of employment, Beauty scoured her memory for any hint of where she could seek Mssr. de Lioncourt out. Beauty had only seen the Mssr. de Lioncourt at one place: the City Opera House. Granted, she'd seen him but once, which was during the City Masquerade, but she truly didn't know enough about him to look for him any other place. She quickly convinced herself that it was there where she should look to find him.

She closed up Bookmark Books directly after the 9th chime from the grandfather clock in the back of the store. Typically, her path took her straight to her cottage deep in the City Commons -- but tonight, she dared to move deeper into the city itself. As she navigated the dark and twisting streets, she kept her head down and her arms curved around herself protectively. She still recalled the trouble that Errol had saved her from in these city streets. The thought was still unnerving. But what was even more unnerving was going even a single day more without as much knowledge as she could find about this Eric and his strange friend Red. Mssr. de Lioncourt had some of those answers. She had to try to find him.

Warm lights within the City Opera House welcomed her just as her nerve was failing. She had only taken a few steps upwards when the golden ornate doors swung open. Quickly, she sidestepped into the marble columns lining the entry up toward the doors. And she waited. And she watched.

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i_liveforever
2011-07-23 12:39 am UTC (link)

The evening opera was concluding.

River Tam was not performing, even though sometimes, the ballet dancers were part of the operas. On nights when Lestat felt alone, he often went to the opera to people-watch.

And remember.

Program in one hand, eyes behind purple-lensed glasses, the vampire made his way through the doorway, stopping almost immediately as people milled around him, discussing the performance.

He turned his head very slowly toward where Beauty stood. This was something he'd practiced; the preternatural senses made movement far too rapid. Putting people at ease, people he wanted to be near, was more difficult when moving at speeds only a monster could.

Lestat smiled, and lowered his head in a bow.

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i_tame
2011-07-23 07:00 am UTC (link)

Relief flooded her face when she spotted Mssr. de Lioncourt in the crowd. It was pointless to try to make her way to him, so once she knew that he was looking at her, she gave him one more smile and headed back down the stairs again. The sidewalk was getting crowded, too, so she walked across to the other side of the street and stood beneath an overhang belonging to a now-closed clothing boutique. The pink lights from behind her set a rose-colored frame around her figure.

Please come, please come, please come. The thought chanted itself over and over again, desperately, in her head. She was lost and more than a little bit unnerved by Eric's visit. She twisted her hands in front of her and bounced on her toes. Surely he would follow her. Surely he saw her. He bowed -- that meant he saw her, and that meant he would seek her out. That's what it meant.

She kept on telling herself this, while she checked the crowd for him again. She'd lost sight of the man.

	i_tame 2011-08-09 04:32 pm UTC (link)
	What did he mean, exactly? She frowned at the tip of her shoes, trying to do the arithmetic with the words he'd just said and her experience with Eric. The answer wasn't clear to her. "What sort of story?" she asked at last, as he guided her toward the cafe that he just pointed out. Tea sounded delightful. She set a hand on her stomach and willed it to behave. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)