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[1926bentley]

The Mansion sits in silence, everything inside it coated in a heavy layer of dust. It's waiting. It's plotting. It had reluctantly released its captives for a while -- back to their native books lands -- but that was only to lull them into a false sense of security. Now it's back with a renewed sense of mischief

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[livingnostalgia]

*a small, neat figure steps in from a side entrance*

Well. This all looks horribly familiar.

*some people might label Amadeo expressionless, but he's wearing the vampire equivalent of an adorable little scowl*

[immortalbrat]

Lestat get bored sitting on the sofa, eventually scanning the room when his eyes fall on a familiar face. He almost smiles, then remembers who he's looking at. Still his eyes stay locked where they are.

[livingnostalgia]

... You.

*takes a seat near Lestat, dust from the neglected sofa floating up around him in a cloud*

If I'm not mistaken, now is the time for comparison of timelines and assessment of how we currently feel about one another.

[immortalbrat]

*laughs*

You're quite prompt, aren't you? Well, if you must know, I don't have a single reason to be all that fond of you, though I never have truth be told. *a pause*

And as for timelines, well I don't know quite how to respond to that, so perhaps you should start.

[livingnostalgia]

*drily* You wound me.

Well, the pertinent questions. Have you been here before. Did you ever leave?

[immortalbrat]

I had no intention, though I hardly feel it warrants an apology.

*is quiet a moment as he thinks* I did leave, though perhaps not in the way all the others did. I simply moved out.

[livingnostalgia]

*behold a vampire crushed under the weight of all the questions he wants to ask but can't bring himself to*

Pure Lestat all over - always having to be different.

[immortalbrat]

I don't have to be, I just am. *grins a little* You mustn't hold it against me, one cannot help but to be himself.

[livingnostalgia]

A very useful disclaimer.

*regards him thoughtfully* Where are you, then, when not here?

[immortalbrat]

At home with my husband, someone you know rather well, in fact.

[livingnostalgia]

*nowhere near as disinterested as he's pretending* Oh?

[immortalbrat]

*nods* Indeed. *smirks for just a moment before that smirk turns into a frown as he realizes something.* Someone was looking for you, not very long ago.

[livingnostalgia]

I was looking for myself. *forgets himself enough to hunch his shoulders miserably* Perhaps someone will find me here.

[immortalbrat]

Did you somehow manage to find yourself, then, since you're here? *shakes his head* I do not know that anyone would come looking, not the man I'm speaking of anyway. He seemed lost, almost a shadow.

[jareth]

*it's a very dusty goblin that rolls it's rotund little self out from under a nearby table and tablecloth; it stretches, yawns, and rubs the sleep from it's eyes before pulling a tattered note from a pocket. this it reads, then glances around the room with disinterest - then double takes upon seeing him*

*reads the note again, then looks at him again*

*checks the note once more, then flails across the room to throw itself at him, nearly losing it's helmet as little goblin arms loop tightly around his leg*

*coughs, then squeals excitedly*

I found it! I found it!

[livingnostalgia]

I think that your master and I have much to discuss.