Lestat de Lioncourt (i_liveforever) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2011-03-13 17:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | bella swan, lestat de lioncourt |
someone new (for bella)
Lestat sat outside at the sidewalk cafe, eyes hidden behind purple glasses, leg crossed over leg, a cup of coffee on the wrought iron table in front of him. He smiled pleasantly at the waitress who put cream and sugar down next to it, fangs hidden.
The red flower on his leather jacket stood out brightly against all of his other clothing.
He was waiting.
Lestat loved to people-watch, that was for certain. He also liked to pick at idle minds who did not know he was there. Tonight he was interested in the young woman who he'd seen by accident two evenings ago, whose mind he found he could not penetrate, not even a little. It wasn't something learned, either. He knew she was different.
She... and he did not even know her name... was someone unlike anyone he'd met in his years.
Of course, Lestat was fascinated. And he must, must speak to her.
The cafe was near where he presumed she was living; he would wait here until he saw her.
Then he would finally get to speak to her.
Yes. This was the plan.