Evening 064 - Voice

[vampbratprince]

*oh wow...has anyone ever heard this kind of darkness to his tone before?*

Anita's body was delivered to us. For that, I am grateful and I extend my gratitude.

Cloud, she will be staying in my room. I wish to watch over her and my room is the only one that can keep sunlight from touching my skin.

*a long pause*I will wait here until she rises

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[notapreacher]

Is there anything I can do to help?

[vampbratprince]

Hn. She is dead. There is nothing that can be done until she awakens.

[notapreacher]

I know.

I meant to help you.

[vampbratprince]

Me...

That I do not know.

[notapreacher]

Okay.

The offer stands if you think of anything you need.

[vampbratprince]

Gren...come over.

I would like the company.

[notapreacher]

I...

Okay. I'll be right over.

[A little bit later]

[notapreacher]

"Lestat?"

He hasn't been here before but he can tell which door to knock at and he does so very, very quietly. He can't wake the dead, but he knows he's perfectly capable of disturbing mourning... and that's the last thing he wants to do.

[A little bit later]

[vampbratprince]

"Wait." He can still feel the pull for sleep so he knows that the sun is still in the sky. And the light entering this room would harm him.

Glancing at the switch by the door, he turns the lights on then rises and steps behind the curtains along the wall where windows once were.

"Come in, Gren. I will step out once the door is shut."

[A little bit later]

[notapreacher]

For all intents and purposes, the place could be a funeral home and he knows the thing about vampires and coffins but it still unnerves him.

Thankfully Lestat's friend isn't in the coffin: she's on the bed looking for all the world as if she's just asleep except for the pallor of her skin. But instead of taking the time to stare now he does what he's asked: steps in, shuts the door quietly behind him.

"The door's closed."

This might just be one of the stranger situations he's ever found himself in.

[A little bit later]

[vampbratprince]

He steps out and somehow seems to glide back to the chair by the bed. Sitting, his eyes become glued to her body again. There is no emotion on his face. He's just...a statue.

"Please. Have a seat. There is a chair by the doors."

[A little bit later]

[notapreacher]

Yeah, this is... weird. Lestat looks like he's made out of cement. But Anita was on the list of people Lestat loves, he remembers that from Saturday night.

All he can do is sit as requested, and wait. It won't help to say he's sorry.

He never even met Anita.

[A little bit later]

[vampbratprince]

He's stays silent for several long moments. Just sits there staring.

In his head, the thoughts are dark. He can still see what she looked like when she was brought to him. All the blood. The look in her eyes before he closed them. It...

Sighing, he looks over at Gren. "Thank you."

[A little bit later]

[notapreacher]

His shrug is entirely helpless; his hands stay clasped together in his lap.

"I haven't done anything, but you're welcome." Sometimes it's not words and it's not thoughts and it's not whatever things someone does: it's... presence and apparently even immortals aren't immune to loneliness.

Still, just being here can't really make anything about the situation easier. It only makes it easier to spread around the sadness.

[A little bit later]

[vampbratprince]

"I haven't felt this way in some time." He reaches out and brushes a finger across her hand as if he's afraid he might break it. So cold. Of the two of them, it's his skin that she feel like this at any point in time.

"Strength ripped away. Another one lost...even if she will come back to me. Another one."

But the blood tears don't come to his eyes. As upset as he is, he doesn't cry. Taken from him and no tears for her...

"She is so very beautiful..."

[A little bit later]

[notapreacher]

Permission to stand, sir?

It's funny, he thinks, how those fleeting days in the military come back in situations like this. He doesn't need permission to stand but this is Lestat's room, Lestat's loved one, Lestat's... domain and so he stays seated.

"She is." Even in her motionless state, there's a grace to her and he can see it from where he sits. "Twenty-four hours, right?" He's heard that's how death works here in the City, but he has yet to witness it first-hand.