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lestat_00 (lestat_00) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-06-06 14:05:00

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arrival, complete, day 2, lestat de lioncourt, nymphadora tonks

Day 02
Who: Lestat and Tonks
What: Arrival of Lestat de Lioncourt
When: After sundown
Where: The Lake
Rating: at least PG13 for now
Status: COMPLETE

Lestat thought that he loved Akasha, but it was her magnificence he loved…her power…himself reflected in her eyes. Her beauty was beyond compare, but he found that it was a beauty with a very ugly side…a beauty that he must end…and so, when the others moved aside, he took Akasha…without hesitation…without pity. Her blood surged with the heat of ancient majesty and power as it burned through every cell of his undead body… “Stop before their heart stops”, he was taught. It was not so this time. No, this time, Lestat was to be a martyr…the Savior of his kind!

No Lestat…Maharet? Maharet will be our savior? So be it! Lestat stepped aside to let the ancient vampiress end Akasha. Fuck it! He didn’t want to die anyway. There was still plenty to do…Questions that needed answering, concerts to give…but for now, he walked over to Jesse and knelt by her; supporting her head with one hand, he raised his other wrist to his mouth and bit into the underside to get the blood freely flowing…this he placed to the girl’s mouth, feeding her from his body…making her like him…

…and then he was kneeling on a pier that jutted out into a large lake in the middle of nowhere. He stood up and looked around cautiously and then he froze…two moons?! Lestat drew his body up and thrust out his chest. His eyes searched the Heavens. Who dared? Only God or Lucifer surely…

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tonks_please
2008-06-10 02:20 pm UTC (link)

Tonks gave him a bit of a look, but her natural good humor couldn't be held down for very long, even around a vampire. She ended up laughing, unable to do anything but acknowledge his undoubtedly accurate points. As she walked with him, tripping occaisionally as was her style, she spoke in a much friendlier way. Though, of course, her wand was kept constantly ready. Charming, the vampire undoubtedly was, but that didn't mean she trusted him.

"Fine, you win that round, vampire. Or Lestat, if you prefer... Lestat de Lioncourt, French, I'm guessing?"

This was about as dangerous as anything she'd ever done. Vampires were not something to mess around with at the best of times, and he was unlike any vampire she'd ever met. About a thousand times more compelling, and much more attractive.

"Well, to show not all English people are rude, I'm going to shake your hand. Please don't crush it."

She turned to him and offered her hand in a handshake, to encourage a more formal introduction. It made her nervous, touching a vampire, but then, he had had a point about her being rude. She was usually much more polite, and was determined to make it up to him.

"My name's Tonks, Lestat, and though it's a little weird to meet you, it's also kind of interesting, isn't it?"

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