And I love you. Can you find something to hold the door closed? A chair, or-
[ Lestat is in the process of bringing Louis' fingers to his lips to kiss them, to silently relay his understanding and his promise that he will at least be careful if he can't assure him he won't be recklessโ when he hears Ethan's voice so close, hears the thrum of a hunter's heartbeat made loud by adrenaline, a mere stones throw from their prone location. He bares his fangs at the door, ready to take whatever surprise comes... and then Ethan's footsteps move away, and he wonders for one blissful but foolish moment if Ethan might have given up on them.
The smell of blood stains the air, and Lestat's grip on Louis' hands tighten for a second as his mind tries to process what's happening.
Then rage takes over. Lestat is instantaneously furious that this mortal would try to lure him like a dog, that his opinion is so low of their kind that he thinks all of them are driven foolishly mad by just the scent of blood alone. (Some are, of course, the weak ones, but even they have some restraint to them lest they lose all traces of their humanity completely). He can smell the sweetness of it in the air, but his hunger only drives his anger more wild.
The door to their dorm-room is practically ripped open, and Lestat charges down the corridor so fast he's a blur of blonde hair and flashing teeth as he storms up behind Ethan. At this point he's fully prepared to take a knife in his efforts to subdue this man, so he bares down on him with all the speed and might that fury allows him, grabbing Ethan by the back of his ridiculous vampire outfit and slamming him face-first into a nearby dorm-room door so that the wood buckles open and Ethan goes flying inside. ]
Louis-! [ Lestat shouts, almost a hiss through the air, catching Ethan's eyes for one singular moment before he slams the door closed behind him and holds the handle. ] Now!
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[ Lestat is in the process of bringing Louis' fingers to his lips to kiss them, to silently relay his understanding and his promise that he will at least be careful if he can't assure him he won't be recklessโ when he hears Ethan's voice so close, hears the thrum of a hunter's heartbeat made loud by adrenaline, a mere stones throw from their prone location. He bares his fangs at the door, ready to take whatever surprise comes... and then Ethan's footsteps move away, and he wonders for one blissful but foolish moment if Ethan might have given up on them.
The smell of blood stains the air, and Lestat's grip on Louis' hands tighten for a second as his mind tries to process what's happening.
Then rage takes over. Lestat is instantaneously furious that this mortal would try to lure him like a dog, that his opinion is so low of their kind that he thinks all of them are driven foolishly mad by just the scent of blood alone. (Some are, of course, the weak ones, but even they have some restraint to them lest they lose all traces of their humanity completely). He can smell the sweetness of it in the air, but his hunger only drives his anger more wild.
The door to their dorm-room is practically ripped open, and Lestat charges down the corridor so fast he's a blur of blonde hair and flashing teeth as he storms up behind Ethan. At this point he's fully prepared to take a knife in his efforts to subdue this man, so he bares down on him with all the speed and might that fury allows him, grabbing Ethan by the back of his ridiculous vampire outfit and slamming him face-first into a nearby dorm-room door so that the wood buckles open and Ethan goes flying inside. ]
Louis-! [ Lestat shouts, almost a hiss through the air, catching Ethan's eyes for one singular moment before he slams the door closed behind him and holds the handle. ] Now!