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Lestat de Lioncourt (i_liveforever) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2009-01-14 11:42:00

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edward cullen, lestat de lioncourt

original of the species (edward)
For late afternoon, the City was remarkably bright.

Must have to do with the snow. The goddamn snow made Lestat think of France. And wolves. And things he did not want to be thinking about. It made his mood more volatile than normal. And instead of walking around happily in the fading daylight, this made the vampire cling more to the shadows, like characters in the penny dreadful horror novels he'd come to despise so much.

Behind purple glasses, violet eyes narrowed. The zombie fiasco had been fun to watch, but really, the City was wearing on Lestat. He wasn't sure he didn't like his sojourn in Hell better. He'd lost an eye, sure, but he'd come out swinging. And hadn't losing the eye meant all sorts of visits and attention from his kind? The ones he really cared about, at least.

Sigh.

Strings of thoughts filtered in and out of the vampire's mind as he walked down the street and into a music shop. It was darker in there; he could stop this hiding nonsense.

When thoughts of mountain lion's blood wafted toward him from the classical music section, Lestat smiled slowly, a large smile. A predatory smile.

The owner of those thoughts had bronze colored hair and seemed very intent on the music he was searching through. Lestat found him, arched a brow, and tilted his head, looking at the CDs in front of him with his hands behind his back.

"Do you play?" he asked, nodding with his chin toward the disc the lion-eater's hand rested on.

Piano music.

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i_dazzle
2009-01-14 02:34 pm UTC (link)

Edward was not taken off guard. The other man had zeroed in on the fact that he was thinking about hunting. Edward would have to start his research, otherwise risk hurting an innocent person in the future. He was ok at the moment, and could probably last another 2 weeks if needed.

He had never come across another mind reader. That was something the two of them had in common, at least. Rather than announce it to the world, he didn't say anything about the discovery.

"Yes, I do play. I was admiring the fact that this music shop carries Oscar Peterson. Amazing jazz pianist." Edward looked at the blond man across from him. He seemed very familiar.

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i_liveforever
2009-01-14 06:00 pm UTC (link)

Mind reader.

Heh.

This was gonna tickle.

Lestat's smile stayed, changing and becoming a bit more gentle. He could talk someone half to death about music; Nicholas had left more than one indelible mark on him, after all. And it wasn't as though Lestat didn't have a few centuries of listening under his belt. This being before him--and Lestat knew beyond a shadow of a doubt this was another of those hey-we're-here-to-drive-you-half-mad breeds of vampire he didn't know much about.

Like Spike.

Only... he didn't instantly want to hit this one in the face, like he had Spike. William. Bill. Mind if I call you Bill?

If he wasn't careful (and when was he?), Lestat was going to go into hysterics at that particular memory.

But if this being, this kid (whose name, he knew, was Edward Cullen... but Lestat had enough manners not to address the guy that way until he was properly introduced) liked Peterson... ohhh, the stories Lestat could tell him about New Orleans and the birth of jazz.

There were other matters though, weren't there?

"He was indeed," Lestat said. He pushed his luck, ever so slightly. "Did you ever hear him play live?"

The animal blood lust was subsiding in Edward's mind, which was good. Because that made Lestat think of Louis.

And no one liked Lestat when he was thinking of Louis.

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i_dazzle
2009-01-15 01:10 am UTC (link)

Nice to know he knew who he was coming into this. Ah, the advantages of being a mind reader. And he was relieved that this particular individual didn't want to resort to violence. Edward would have defended himself, but if it was unnecessary, he'd rather not fight in public. Well, all together actually.

Lestat? The first thing that came to mind was Anne Rice. No wonder he looked...familiar.

"Yes. I saw him in the 50's, actually. He passed away in 2007. Phenomenal. My name is Edward." He added the name purely for etiquette purposes only. Obviously, this vampire was a bit, older than he was. He extended his left hand, the one that wasn't holding the CD, in an attempt to see if he would shake it.

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i_liveforever
2009-01-16 02:13 am UTC (link)

Lestat's eyebrow rose and fell.

Guarded thoughts, carefully masked with centuries of practice, went through his mind. There was no way Edward could hurt him. Unless he bored him to death. But there was no reason to be rude about that and mentally slam the kid on the head with that, was there?

And they said he had no manners...

... in the 50's.

Lestat broke into a wide grin. Edward wasn't even making an ATTEMPT to hide from him that he was not human. Oh! Lestat loved it.

"Lestat," Lestat said, extending his hand and taking Edward's, and removing the sunglasses at the same time.

The skin felt wrong, but he didn't bat an eye. It should feel more like marble, more... well, okay. No one's skin felt like his. No one but he had drank from Akasha in such amounts. Let alone from Christ. The texture was different. And Edward obviously had an easier time passing for human than Lestat ever would. His hand probably felt like a vice, even to the other vampire. Almost all of his humanity was gone.

Purple eyes fixed on Edward's face, studying him.

Yes. Definitely better than Spike.

Or Louis.

He could work with this.

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i_dazzle
2009-01-16 10:40 am UTC (link)

Edward wasn't offended when Lestat said that he'd bore him to death. It's not as if it was Edward's goal in life to impress people. Often, it happened that way, but Lestat had centuries of experience in comparison to Edward's 90 years. And why cover up something that was obvious to him from the get go? No human was in ear shot, or would have heard him even if they were at the volume he was speaking. Humans had terrible hearing.

Edward passed for human constantly, except with the whole not being able to go out into sunlight because of the way his skin looked in sunlight.

Lestat's grip had no effect on Edward, it was stronger than a human's, but it did not feel like out of place. Edward nodded.

"Pleased to meet you. How are you liking the city?" Might as well be courteous.

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i_liveforever
2009-01-16 09:18 pm UTC (link)

Lestat dropped his hand.

"I prefer New Orleans. But then again, I prefer that to everywhere. There's no sense in whining about not being there."

He tilted his head. "It's not bad. It's endlessly amusing for those with our particular... gifts," he said.

As long as you don't let the amount of thoughts get in your way, you'll never be bored, Lestat thought to the other vampire.

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