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Lestat de Lioncourt (i_liveforever) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2012-03-21 19:40:00

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eric northman, lestat de lioncourt, stand still

oh, now you're just taking things too far. (eric)
Lestat did not need as much rest as younger vampires of his kind did; in fact, he'd mostly gotten away from the Hells Bells of his youth, from the sound of dawn approaching feeling like a death knell.

But sleep he did, shortly after the sun came up, and he'd wake just before sunset. Fully fed and strong, he could withstand the sun--and had, in the dessert. The sun still put him to sleep, though, whether he wanted it to or not. There was only so hard he could fight it.

When he awoke this evening, in his beautifully appointed apartment made to look just like his home in New Orleans, something caught his eye. He was reaching into the wardrobe for a jacket and shirt to wear, something eye-catching.

That was when he saw it.

The heart on the mirror. A lipstick-drawn heart. And a square in the middle, a picture.

Holding his chosen garments, Lestat crossed the room in the blink of an eye, grabbing the picture up.

Eric. Eric in the park. During the day.

Lestat growled. It was a low, angry, predatory growl.

The clothes were donned in a flash. And he was out the door in a blur. Eric was out during the day? Eric, whose particular brand of vampire was so vulnerable to the sun?

Once he was on the street, he pursued Eric with a single-mindedness that rivaled actual obsession.

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i_bite
2012-03-22 02:58 am UTC (link)

Eric wasn't far. He had made sure to stay close to Lestat's door, but not too close. Just far enough for the other vampire to work up a good rile, but close enough that he wouldn't give up in his search before finding Eric.

There was something about Lestat that really pleased Eric to torment him so. He wouldn't have been able to say what, if asked, just that it was this little ticklish spot in the back of his mind that giggled maniacally at the idea of doing things Lestat could not do, having things that Lestat could not have. One upping him. Teasing him.

As Eric felt the presence of the other come closer he spoke, he didn't need to yell, knowing that Lestat would hear him just fine.

"You got my gift."

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i_liveforever
2012-03-22 03:10 am UTC (link)

You got my gift.

Lestat's nose twitched. He was still holding the polaroid, which he promptly dropped on the sidewalk.

He would, back home, destroy any vampire that entered his home unasked. He could attempt to destroy Eric with the Fire Gift, but Eric was old, and if he was walking in the sun, Lestat was willing to bet that the Fire wouldn't work properly.

"You smudged my mirror," Lestat answered, arching an eyebrow. The glower on his face was getting more pronounced by the second.

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i_bite
2012-03-22 03:15 am UTC (link)

"In this day and age they have cleaning products that will get the disease off of a whore. I wouldn't worry about your mirror."

Eric stooped and picked up the photo, smiling. He had taken it specifically for Lestat. He had picked a spot where the tops of the trees could be seen and the sun behind them. He didn't want Lestat thinking that a flash had been used. Or some artificial lighting.

"You're so angry." He held out the photo, unsure if Lestat would take it, or take it and crush it.

"I just wanted to share with you this new thing. It's exciting, is it not?"

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i_liveforever
2012-03-22 03:26 am UTC (link)

Internally, Lestat snorted. Perhaps Eric should have met a New Orleans waterfront prostitute.

There was no getting them out of anything--not the carpet, not your mouth, anything.

You're so angry. He looked from Eric's extended hand to the other vampire's eyes. He did not touch the photo.

Actually, this was about threat level yellow. Orange and red were still to come. Lestat was notoriously short-fused, unless dealing with his favorite fledgelings.

"Yes, so exciting you felt the urge to break and enter," he said. "How are you able to walk in the sun?"

Lestat could withstand the sun with serious burns, resulting in the net effect of looking like he'd gotten a tan, but he could not move much once in the sun.

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i_bite
2012-03-22 03:31 am UTC (link)

"I knocked. You didn't answer." Eric was still holding his smile. It wasn't unkind exactly. But it wasn't perfectly nice, either. "I touched nothing else. I didn't even look for you. I just left the photo."

Eric stopped himself. "And drew the heart. I couldn't resist it."

And now they were getting into things that Eric knew would come. Things that would likely make Lestat even angrier than he already was.

"I cannot share that." It wasn't just his secret, not that he would have told Lestat the full truth of it anyway.

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i_liveforever
2012-03-22 03:49 am UTC (link)

Lestat would be hitting a lesser being by now. Or threatening to hit.

"So just dropped by to gloat?" He asked, narrowing his eyes slightly. "Something's been done. Changed."

People were passing them on the street, seemingly oblivious to their conversation, or the gravity of it. It was changing from late afternoon to full-blown night, now.

Late afternoon was the earliest Lestat could move around.

"What happens if this new gift is lost?" he asked. "Or goes wrong?"

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i_bite
2012-03-22 03:53 am UTC (link)

"Experiments were run before I risked playing outside by myself." Eric answered the second question first. He was drawing out what he was going to say next.

"Not entirely just to gloat. I thought that perhaps we could experiment. You said you can gain abilities from drinking another's blood. I don't think that it would last forever, but you might get a day." He didn't even know if it would work, honestly. But it might be worth a try. "If you want."

Eric was ignoring everybody else. He didn't care.

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i_liveforever
2012-03-22 03:59 am UTC (link)

Partially, Lestat had hoped that Eric was too stupid to think of experimenting. He hoped it'd just been a ridiculous run of luck. This was because, simply, he wouldn't have thought to experiment--not without someone else's suggestion of it--and refused to believe that Eric might in any way be superior.

... but you might get a day.

There must be another catch. Lestat's other eyebrow rose, both forming an odd canopy above eyes that managed, despite everything, not to look surprised.

Just curious.

Drinking Eric's blood could have odd side effects. Eric was older, yes, but he was another kind of vampire. One that was, from what Lestat inferred, weaker in several ways. If Eric wished his blood in return... Lestat was not sure he could offer that. He'd been made to promise not to make any fledgelings (and look how well he'd kept to that promise) due to the strength of his blood. His fledgelings were monsters, stronger than they should be by centuries, thanks to Akasha, and Maharet, and Marius, and, he imagined, Christ.

"Oh?" He gave Eric a slight smile, one that was laced with less nice things underneath. "What's the catch?"

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i_bite
2012-03-22 04:10 am UTC (link)

"Catch?" Eric thought he might be able to ask for about anything for this particular gift. "There would be a connection between us after."

He thought about it a little more, considering further. Thinking about the things that Lestat could do that he could not. Sure, there was much that he could do that Lestat could not. But there was a trade off.

"You could also share." He said, finally.