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deathoftheauthor) wrote2023-06-13 08:36 pm
deathoftheauthor) wrote2023-06-13 08:36 pm
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USERNAME: @louis
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Hey, it's Miu. From the mall.
Are you busy?
Are you busy?
Miss Miu. It's lovely to hear from you again. I'm not busy at all, is there something I can help you with?
Nah.
[There's a pause as she debates on if this is something she should say over video or not before she changes it to video]
Well, I'm not gonna beat around the bush. I ran into some people from your world recently. Some other vampires.
[There's a pause as she debates on if this is something she should say over video or not before she changes it to video]
Well, I'm not gonna beat around the bush. I ran into some people from your world recently. Some other vampires.
Ah! Yes, I know...
( His expression brightens for just a moment before reason takes hold and he remembers that meeting vampires is not always a positive experience, particularly when one can tell that they are indeed vampires. He's wary, but still hopeful, when he asks: )
I hope you were treated respectfully?
( His expression brightens for just a moment before reason takes hold and he remembers that meeting vampires is not always a positive experience, particularly when one can tell that they are indeed vampires. He's wary, but still hopeful, when he asks: )
I hope you were treated respectfully?
Oh. [Well at least she doesn't have to be the first one bearing the--bad(?) news.]
Yeah, it was fine. Lestat's funny. The other guy's.... [She trails off, making a face]
He's not going to wake me up in the middle of the night knocking down his walls every night, is he?
Yeah, it was fine. Lestat's funny. The other guy's.... [She trails off, making a face]
He's not going to wake me up in the middle of the night knocking down his walls every night, is he?
( His eyebrows raise in recognition more than surprise. )
I don't know. I suppose that depends upon why he was knocking down walls?
( But that's definitely something Armand would do. )
I don't know. I suppose that depends upon why he was knocking down walls?
( But that's definitely something Armand would do. )
[ He can't deal with those typing keys a moment longer, or he might have sent a text instead. ]
Louis. How feasible do you think it would be for the pair of us to get a couch up those narrow little stairs...?
[ Hello, it's been maybe twenty minutes since last they spoke. Did you miss him, Louis. :) ]
Louis. How feasible do you think it would be for the pair of us to get a couch up those narrow little stairs...?
[ Hello, it's been maybe twenty minutes since last they spoke. Did you miss him, Louis. :) ]
( Louis is worried for a moment when he sees Lestat's name pop up on his little screen so soon after they've parted, and it's a relief when the reason for it is so benign.
... also, yes, yes he did. )
I wonder. We've gotten coffins up narrower stairs than those, haven't we?
Why, did you find one you like?
... also, yes, yes he did. )
I wonder. We've gotten coffins up narrower stairs than those, haven't we?
Why, did you find one you like?
Mmmm...
[ A noise of thought to most but Louis will surely recognise it more as the sound of him completely making up his mind. ]
The time period of the style here is confused, to say the least. I wonder if other people have brought the furniture they found in their apartments and replaced them with items here.
[ A muffled sound, like him getting to his feet from sitting. ]
It isn't a legitimate Chesterfield, but it will do.
[ A noise of thought to most but Louis will surely recognise it more as the sound of him completely making up his mind. ]
The time period of the style here is confused, to say the least. I wonder if other people have brought the furniture they found in their apartments and replaced them with items here.
[ A muffled sound, like him getting to his feet from sitting. ]
It isn't a legitimate Chesterfield, but it will do.
Oh?
( The sound of Louis' interest sparking to life. Lestat knows his tastes so well... )
That's a timeless style. Well spotted, Lestat. Is it leather or velvet?
( The sound of Louis' interest sparking to life. Lestat knows his tastes so well... )
That's a timeless style. Well spotted, Lestat. Is it leather or velvet?
[ He keeps his voice level but he is incredibly satisfied by the praise, and by knowing his choices have pleased Louis. ]
Leather. Not real, so it won't last a century. A couple of decades at most.
[ Listen to him, talking like they're in their own world. ]
There's an armchair and footstool, too, if we're feeling particularly adventurous.
Leather. Not real, so it won't last a century. A couple of decades at most.
[ Listen to him, talking like they're in their own world. ]
There's an armchair and footstool, too, if we're feeling particularly adventurous.
What could be more adventurous than an armchair?
We can bring them home too, presuming we don't have to abandon the couch on the street. I think I'm still strong enough for that.
We can bring them home too, presuming we don't have to abandon the couch on the street. I think I'm still strong enough for that.
Oh, you think so, do you? Well, it seems its decided.
Even so, I won't let you have the honor of throwing our current couch off the fire escape. I'll reserve that right for myself.
Even so, I won't let you have the honor of throwing our current couch off the fire escape. I'll reserve that right for myself.
I'll survive the disappointment somehow. Perhaps we can burn the remains afterward.
You can do whatever you like with it, I plan to forget its existence entirely once it leaves my hands.
[ He almost sounds wistful; imagine him swooning over murdering an ugly couch. ]
How is your search for dirt going, amour? Have you resorted to scooping handfuls from the ground outside yet?
[ He almost sounds wistful; imagine him swooning over murdering an ugly couch. ]
How is your search for dirt going, amour? Have you resorted to scooping handfuls from the ground outside yet?
Ah... not yet, no. I wonder how well that would work? I don't know how anything grows here, to tell the truth, with no worms or insects to speak of. No, but I've found a bag of potting soil...
( He says it with a certain amount of skepticism, worried that he's going to make some obvious error. )
You don't think it's too late in the year for it, do you?
( He says it with a certain amount of skepticism, worried that he's going to make some obvious error. )
You don't think it's too late in the year for it, do you?
[ He laughs a bit at that, sorry Louis. ]
My dear, I have absolutely no idea! It very well could be, or it could be the perfect time. It's not like you have any guides to read here that might speed up the process... but I have more than enough faith in your quest for the answer. Your determination can be quite impressive.
My dear, I have absolutely no idea! It very well could be, or it could be the perfect time. It's not like you have any guides to read here that might speed up the process... but I have more than enough faith in your quest for the answer. Your determination can be quite impressive.
( And to think he accused you of being a farmer. )
I have nothing to lose, I suppose. I wish they had more seeds to choose from, or something a bit more mature... Perhaps there are still other shops to peruse, I don't know. I would dearly like to find some jasmine.
I have nothing to lose, I suppose. I wish they had more seeds to choose from, or something a bit more mature... Perhaps there are still other shops to peruse, I don't know. I would dearly like to find some jasmine.
You know, there might be someone here with more knowledge of this kind of thing than I, even where you might find more seeds, or… cuttings, or however it is that plants are cultivated. I know you prefer the insular lifestyle, but it might be a good idea to ask an expert rather than your devilishly handsome companion. If you were asking me whether I prefer records or cassette tapes, I might have more to say to you on the matter.
But.... jasmine. [ A noise of thought, some idle rummaging; he's clearly reminiscing. ] Any reason for that one in particular?
But.... jasmine. [ A noise of thought, some idle rummaging; he's clearly reminiscing. ] Any reason for that one in particular?
I'm talking to my devilishly handsome companion because I enjoy it, not because it serves any practical purpose.
Jasmine has a number of meanings... love, attachment, good fortune. Some others, less relevant. But most importantly for me, it blooms at night. And if you'll forgive my nostalgia... it makes me think of home. No matter where I am, the scent of jasmine in bloom always brings me back to New Orleans.
Jasmine has a number of meanings... love, attachment, good fortune. Some others, less relevant. But most importantly for me, it blooms at night. And if you'll forgive my nostalgia... it makes me think of home. No matter where I am, the scent of jasmine in bloom always brings me back to New Orleans.
[ He knew it, he just wanted to hear Louis say it, and the soft sound he makes in response says more about his satisfaction and shared nostalgia than any words ever could. ]
Ah, you could find a whole host of flowers that bloom at night, get some trellis panels and cover the wall by the window with them. That way, everyone in the city will know where the vampires live.
Ah, you could find a whole host of flowers that bloom at night, get some trellis panels and cover the wall by the window with them. That way, everyone in the city will know where the vampires live.
( Louis lets out a quiet laugh, as charmed by the idea as he is amused by Lestat's audacity. )
Do we want everyone in the city to know where the vampires live?
Do we want everyone in the city to know where the vampires live?
To...find a spot to sleep? [She says in a helpless sort of tone, as if Armand's reasoning was beyond her.]
I mean, I get it, y'all are vampires, whatever. But can't you get some blackout curtains or a cool coffin like in the movies? Sleeping inside a wall sounds uncomfortable. And if you're going to live forever why would you be uncomfortable?
I mean, I get it, y'all are vampires, whatever. But can't you get some blackout curtains or a cool coffin like in the movies? Sleeping inside a wall sounds uncomfortable. And if you're going to live forever why would you be uncomfortable?
Mmm.
( That last question is what other vampires have been asking him for his whole immortal life, and he's no closer to an answer now. )
Most of us do sleep in coffins, you know. That part isn't a myth... though I wouldn't call it comfortable, either.
( That last question is what other vampires have been asking him for his whole immortal life, and he's no closer to an answer now. )
Most of us do sleep in coffins, you know. That part isn't a myth... though I wouldn't call it comfortable, either.
I guess the stereotype had to come from somewhere. [She shakes her head] You vampires are so dramatic.
I'm sure you could get a comfortable coffin, somewhere? Maybe? A really plush tempur-pedic coffin. [The absurdity of it makes her crack a smile and she giggles, looking away to hide it.]
I'm sure you could get a comfortable coffin, somewhere? Maybe? A really plush tempur-pedic coffin. [The absurdity of it makes her crack a smile and she giggles, looking away to hide it.]
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