Day Twenty-One: Enter the Brat
Who: Lestat
Where: Business District
When: Afternoon
Rating: PG?
Invasion: Yes?
Status: Open / In Progress
Summary: No?
( ...death served wine for lovers//brought from the world where devils reign//and intoxicated angels with sorrow//they witnessed in the eyes of their slaves... )
Where: Business District
When: Afternoon
Rating: PG?
Invasion: Yes?
Status: Open / In Progress
Summary: No?
( ...death served wine for lovers//brought from the world where devils reign//and intoxicated angels with sorrow//they witnessed in the eyes of their slaves... )
She moved cautiously across the grass, watching where she was going, but watching her surroundings as well. She could where a path had been worn into the grass from the dorms to the shops, and she wondered if anyone was ever going to turn that into an actual path ... or if it would simply continue to be worn there.
Shrugging to her thoughts, she smiled as the business district came into sight. She did offer a nod to the male passing her in the other direction, though she did pause for a second, closer look.
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"Good afternoon, milady," he offered graciously, a hand reaching to catch hers and bring it to his lips in an overly dramatic yet somehow all too Lestat fashion before releasing it again, golden eyes meeting hers evenly, not bothering to suppress any of his preternatural charms, as they were.
He had no reason to think she might not be charmed by him. Everyone was, really, so why not this delectable young lady?
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Perhaps she could actually have a civil conversation with this one. "Good afternoon," she replied in kind once he'd released her hand. A soft smile tugged at her lips as she regarded him. Attractive and charming. Bonus.
"I'm Libra Malfoy," she introduced herself - and part of her expected him to know the name. Honestly, she just expected everyone to know the surname, and here she'd been disappointed more often than not in that regard.
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He didn't recognize the name, of course, any more than he recognized her. He had his own expectations regarding her recognizing his, but then DauphinMare had proved to be a disappointment in that area thus far, so it was but a feeble hope.
"I was indulging in a bit myself," he ventured, "though I found some of the stores rather lacking."
Mostly in his material, mind you, but then that had been what he was looking for.
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"Though the shops could certainly be ... better," she admitted. She did have to agree with that. But she was accustomed to the variety in Diagon and the sorts of shops her family frequented in Knockturn, so of course everything here was lacking.
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He gave a light shrug and a smile, splaying the pale digits of one hand in a 'what can you do' fashion.
"Perhaps you would like to join me in some further perusal?" he ventured, offering an arm if she wanted to take it, "I had thought to head down to the cafeteria but I'd be far more interested in the company of a lovely lady such as yourself."
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Then she tilted her head. His novel, as in one he wrote, or his novel as in one he was looking for? "Your novel?" she inquired in the hope of him shedding some light on the topic.
If he had written something, she'd be curious to hear about it.
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Though admittedly both his book and his music had been spilling ancient secrets that had brought the wrath of the vampire community on him and awakened the Mother. But that wasn't the point. Bestsellers, both of them.
"Where were you headed, precisely, if I might inquire?" he asked smoothly.
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Tilting her head to one side, she regarded him before she grinned. "Rock star, really?" she murmured. She didn't disbelieve, exactly, but she was curious. "Is that what you do here? Play music?"
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He smiled winningly to her, unashamed even if his career had blossomed quickly and wilted just as fast. Patting her hand, he paid more attention to where they were going.
"Rest assured, my dear, were something untoward to occur, I would protect you in a heartbeat," he told her, tone somewhat conspiratorial, "Should it come to that, of course."
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"I haven't settled on a career yet," she said. "I've still got a few months of school left, and then I'll likely just marry another pureblood," she continued arrogantly. "Skip the career thing all together."
Not that there were many single pureblood males her age she was terribly interested in, but there were a couple of older ones she wouldn't mind settling down with.
The ones with family money, anyway.
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Not that he supposed she knew what he was on about, but still. And in any case, he'd always had a slight preference for men, something that most marrying countries didn't smile nearly so happily on.
"I suppose in lieu of protecting you, I shall simply keep you company," he ventured, "It does seem the gentlemanly thing to do."
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Mostly because they didn't have them. Even witches and wizards lived longer than humans did. "And yes, your company would be appreciated. There are so few here that are ... suitable company."
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He paused for dramatic effect, golden eyes glancing to her, a light smile dancing on his lips.
“I,” he continued in just slightly more than a whisper, the full force of the preternatural timbre of his voice creeping in as he allowed it to do so, “My dear, I am a vampire.”
He studied her carefully then, gauging her reaction, attempting to ascertain if his revelation had had the desired effect.
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Some she'd met, and some she'd simply heard about or had pointed out to her. And what was a vampire, really, but a person who just survived off blood rather than regular food?
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"Perhaps there are others here," he agreed, "But how many others can profess to having drunk from the Mother, to being her consort, to going to Heaven and Hell and back again? Not many, I'd wager."
Though perhaps that was just bitterness creeping out; of course he was special. He was the vampire Lestat! People here just failed to recognize that, clearly, and in that, they were remiss.
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