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"Oh, but you are far too kind. Your words are sweet nectar, do you not know the magnitude of such a phrase?" Louis rose to his feet, leaving a tip on the table as he motioned for David to lead the way. He himself had become quite embarrassed from the compliment and color had come to rise in his marble face. Louis made an effort to change the subject away from himself as he held the door open for David. "It is quite rare to find such vampires, is it not? Please, I do not deserve such praise, for you are the gentleman among us."

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David was so glad to hear that. He was so lucky to have found a nice gentlemen, to have a meaningful conversation. He smiled feeling his cheeks tingle as he blushed. He was nervous bringing the other home with him being as his apartment was small and n-not at all glamorous. But it was all he could afford on what he made. “I’m the one who should be honored. You don’t know how rare it is to find a nice fellow vampire that isn’t out to gain something from you. I really like you Louis.” He said. He stood grabbing his case. “Come we should try and beat the next gust.”

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A rare smile made it's way over Louis' lips. Oh, how sweet it was to be in the radiant presence of David. The musician enchanted him in every sense of the word. How Louis yearned to spend the long hours of the night engaged in conversation with this man whom had captivated Louis' attention entirely. David, who was a kind being, spellbinding with music, and a complete gentleman, stirred a sense of warmth and compassion in Louis' chest.

"Your invitation is as heart warming as your company. David, I would be honored to join you in your house for a drink. Please, there is no need to worry for the appearance of your dwelling place. If it was decorated by your hands then it will be more than adequate."

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David grinned and leaned on his arm. “I played from my balcony many times when I first came to the city. It helped clear my head. The owner of the theater insisted I come too play for him. I needed the money, and he was desperate so it sort of worked out.”

Her noticed the other outside and with his mentally pushed him along. Then he smiled back at Louis. “I’ve always found a lot if meaning in music. It’s one of the few things I’ve been able to enjoy the past few hundred years.

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"Ah, but would that not defeat the purpose of receiving your precious affection, dear Lestat?" Louis was secretly pleased with the words of his maker.

loaded question

“Where’s my hug?”

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I am so touched by your gift. Thank you for the beautiful artwork! I hope you had a wonderful holiday. Please forgive my tardiness.

Hello, this is my gift for @louis-de-pointedulac :)

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You are very welcome, dear! I am glad to hear that you have enjoyed it.

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"Oh, but surely a musician such as yourself is not dull. You underestimate yourself, David. Have you not laid before the table an entire collection of activities you enjoy? Your love for the arts does not classify you as boring"

Louis was gentle as he spoke, he rather enjoyed their conversation and wished to know more about the enchanting musician named David.

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David grinned and leaned on his arm. “I played from my balcony many times when I first came to the city. It helped clear my head. The owner of the theater insisted I come too play for him. I needed the money, and he was desperate so it sort of worked out.”

Her noticed the other outside and with his mentally pushed him along. Then he smiled back at Louis. “I’ve always found a lot if meaning in music. It’s one of the few things I’ve been able to enjoy the past few hundred years.

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Louis nodded in agreement. Though his face remained thoughtful he had begun to calm down. The walls were no longer enclosing him, and he very much so loved the voice of Armand, which soothed him. From somewhere far off Louis could hear the technicians beginning to work on the elevator. He let out a small breath, relived that they had arrived. and looked towards his own hands, then Armand's. "I am glad that we were able to strengthen our friendship. Those nights soothed my soul in more ways than I could ever express."

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Armand and Louis had taken the lift from the underground car park beneath part of Trinity Gate. Designed to be especially strong incase of attack, which in hindsight was ironic as now they were both trapped in it. It could have been worse he could have been stuck in a lift with someone he disliked. Or disliked him. Pressing the appropriate alarms, Daniel, and the rest of the mansion would be informed via text messages and emails. Lights flashing on various security boards discreetly placed in every room. He made a mental inventory of what step to take next, whether Louis was claustrophobic or not so far escaping his memory….

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Louis turned his attention towards the cellphone. For a moment, he seemed to not recognize the sound the device had made. Then very slowly he recalled the technology and calmed down. Oh, how awful it was to be surrounded by so many noisy machines! They confused him completely, and often made him think of how miserably absorbed the mortals had become with them. "Was that Armand..?" Worry laced his voice as he spoke softly. He had been almost dreading meeting Armand. He was ashamed of what he had done, and wished for nothing more than to retire to a room on his own as to not face the beautiful auburn angel.

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-sitting outside by a bonfire-

[text] y ifs fire so beuatiful? Itss jsut so hot. Thelihht makes mewarm

[text] the mirttals keep truingto touchme. I donn ike it.

[text]ilovfe the fir. Whylestat have toalways cast mw away

[text] leesta is so infuratingg. Hedoenny understand. He doesnt lisfen. I waas only tyjng to help him!

[text] rverything is so fuzzy. I thinkk im lost. Whereami?

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//Happy birthday!!

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Louis remained collected in silence, hunched over in defeat. He pinched the bridge of his nose, staring at the front door with his green eyes. His mind was a swirl of strange images and thoughts. With the toxins still pumping through his veins it was hard to pick out what had really happened that night, and what was a vision produced by whatever filth he had drunk.  

Suddenly, a peculiar thought wiggled its way into Louis’ brain. He imagined himself running out the front door at full speed, past the empty parks, the buzzing roads, the crowded bars, and the lighted streets until he arrived home. And all the while, the moon and the stars would follow him as he ran, turning back the hours of the clock. If only he could rewind time, undo what he had done, start anew by simply walking back to the beginning!  The ridiculousness of the idea almost brought a smile to his lips. Just how badly under the influence was he to think such a thing would possibly work?                                                                  

Again his mind plotted to escape, to erase the night. But his body paid no attention to his tiered, confused mind. For what was the point of such a thing? Louis believed not in such delusions as time travel.

“I doubt Lestat will contact anyone. He’s too much in a rage now to talk civilly.”

 The night’s events had all seemed so strange, so impersonal. It was as if Louis had not truly experienced them but had been watching himself from a distance- watching himself argue feverishly with his lover then stumble into the clutches of his drugged victim.

In his mind’s eye Louis tried to piece together what he could remember;

Since the moment Louis had opened his eyes the evening had been a disaster. Lestat had been pacing madly in the main room, waiting for him to enter. In an instant Lestat had turned monstrous. His grey eyes had gleamed with rage as he sliced the air with his arm, motioning the room that had been scattered with books. He had shouted something but Louis could not recall what he was. Oh, if only he could remember!

At the time Louis had been so taken back by the sudden outburst of anger he had not know what to do. But as Lestat continued to shout Louis in turn become enraged as well. His voice rose with each passing word. One insult after another spilt forth until neither of them could stand the other. A violent turmoil of over a century of bickering and buried annoyances came out all at one.

And how beasty Lestat had seemed in this blind furry! How unlike himself he had been!  Ah, yes. A beast.

It was as if Louis had not been speaking with Lestat at all. It felt as if Lestat had been vacant from his body, and only a spirit of rage dwelt within it. But it was indeed Lestat, only a more twisted version of him. How had Louis failed to notice such a thing? How had he failed to notice that Lestat was bothered by something that was far deeper than a mere annoyance over the condition of their living room?

Louis’s eyebrows came together into a frown. Oh how monstrous, how heated was their argument! They themselves had acted like beasts.

“Beasts!” A sharp gasp escaped Louis’ lips. He was instantly saturated with an outpouring of memories as the word kindled a fire in his mind. He abruptly stood from his chair, surly scaring Daniel by his brash action.

“In the dream there was a beast! But at the same time it was Lestat. Only it was not really Lestat. In words I cannot express I know it was Lestat, that monster. For It stabbed me madly with its words! Though never physically did it assault me, the words it spoke tore through my flesh. Every insult it sent speeding my way pierced my body. My chest was ripped open from insult after insult, my ears bled out from his voice. Just when I had enough and was about to crawl away, I was then shifted into a different scenery. And my body was suddenly in the arms if Armand.

We were lying out in a field, beneath the shade of a large willow tree. What was most strange about this was we were out in broad daylight!  He talked on and on about the strangest of topics, in a soft voice, as if he were a mother speaking to a child. It was all so odd that I could not even phantom what was happening to me. He talked of forest that no longer existed, of civilizations that had come to ruins, and of my plantation that had burned down so many years ago!  All the while he spoke in tongues I did not know. So ancient were they that I was rendered useless in our conversation.

But the sun was so warm, how I’ve forgotten what the sun feels like on mortal skin!

My wounds still bled out, staining the grass. Armand paid no mind to the blood that pooled around us. He talked and talked until it would seem his tongue would fall out! Each time I attempted to cover myself, to stop the bleeding he would turn to me and poke my chest, stab my open wounds with his fingers. But how innocent he seemed as he injured me! The pain had grown so strong I thought I would be rendered to tears when he suddenly stopped and pushed me feet away from himself, into direct sunlight.”

Louis spoke quickly, pouring out his dream as soon as the memory flickered in his mind. He seemed breathless, though there was no true need for air.

“And under the heat of the sun,” he continued “The beast, my Lestat, returned. Armand laid waste to me and gathered to your side to watch as the monster grabbed me by my hair and dragged me across the grass. It pinned my shoulders to the ground with its knees and held a death grip on my neck. At last my mouth was forced open and a thick dark liquid gushed out from the beast’s moth into my own.  The liquid was forced down my throat. My jaw was pried wider each time I tried to spat out the vulgar fluid.  

Its thickness was suffocating. The beat held me tighter and I could do nothing against it! How it burned! My chest ached! My lungs filled with the black oozing fluid until I felt I would surely burst—my lungs would surly give out from the weight of that toxin!  

But no such thing happened. I remained on the floor, watched by all those who refused to help. They all looked onto me, familiar faces, mortals and immortals alike. And they all seemed indifferent towards me.  My suffering, my shame, my being intoxicated by the beast caused them no worry.”

At last Louis paused. He shook his head, clearing himself of whatever emotion he felt towards the dream.

“When I woke on the side of the road I had been coughing violently. Paramedics were getting out of the car, a crowd of mortals had gathered. What I must have looked like, a strange man, smelling of smoke, drugged beyond belief, lying on the pavement… I had been so disoriented that it took a very long time for me to realize what was happening. But as soon as my mind had somewhat come back to me I fled the scene. Soon after that I arrived here.”

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-sitting outside by a bonfire-

[text] y ifs fire so beuatiful? Itss jsut so hot. Thelihht makes mewarm

[text] the mirttals keep truingto touchme. I donn ike it.

[text]ilovfe the fir. Whylestat have toalways cast mw away

[text] leesta is so infuratingg. Hedoenny understand. He doesnt lisfen. I waas only tyjng to help him!

[text] rverything is so fuzzy. I thinkk im lost. Whereami?

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He pondered the question. Why had he chosen to move in with Armand at Trinity Gate? Louis could find no true reason, no logic behind it- or at least a logic that he could make the other blood drinker understand. "I felt it was time to close the gap that had come between us.. Truly, I cannot explain very well what drove me. Only that it seemed to be the right moment to repair the separation."

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Armand and Louis had taken the lift from the underground car park beneath part of Trinity Gate. Designed to be especially strong incase of attack, which in hindsight was ironic as now they were both trapped in it. It could have been worse he could have been stuck in a lift with someone he disliked. Or disliked him. Pressing the appropriate alarms, Daniel, and the rest of the mansion would be informed via text messages and emails. Lights flashing on various security boards discreetly placed in every room. He made a mental inventory of what step to take next, whether Louis was claustrophobic or not so far escaping his memory….

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A rare smile crossed Louis' lips. He enfolded Armand in a gentle hug, nestling his head onto those beautiful amber curls. "You need not say the name, Armand. Only place in your mind what brings you peace." Louis had regained a bit of his strength. His limbs no longer felt so heavy, and his head had begun to clear. He kept his eyes closed, enjoying the way Armand's soft hair cushioned his face. The events of the night seemed far away, the intense passion had dimmed, as if they had all happened long ago. But Louis still felt at easy. He would not have minded laying in this way for hours if Armand would allow it. For a brief moment an idea flew into Louis' head. He wanted to do something special for Armand, while they were out hunting. But the idea left him as soon as it had come. He would not dare to make any bold moves tonight. For what Armand needed was peace. And peace is what Louis would try to give him.

Louis leaned down and gently whispered into Armand's ear "Your beauty has always stuck me with a sudden insatiable passion. My body becomes enflamed when I think of you and the curves of your buttocks. Never had I known what true bodily attraction was until I laid eyes on you" //Louis does not know how to be sexy...

Armand froze, knowing it was Louis voice, sensing his presence but the words were bold, coarse compared to his usual words. But not unwelcome just unexpected. Turned and looked up at Louis “Well who am I to stand in the way of such enflamed passions. Feed this physical attraction I awakened then.” Taking one hand and placing out at the lowest slope of his back where his buttocks began. Kissing the other hand, placing it in his hair. “Explore away mon chere.”

//Louis does sexy just fine, Armand doesn’t mind he likes the nerves.

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Send a ship and I'll tell you who:

Gives nose/forehead kisses

Gets jealous the most

Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive

Takes care of on sick days

Drags the other person out into the water on beach day

Gives unprompted massages

Drives/rides shotgun

Brings the other lunch at work

Has the better parental relationship

Tries to start role-playing in bed

Embarrassingly drunk dancer

Still cries watching Titanic

Firmly believes in couples costumes

Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas

Makes the other eat breakfast

Remembers anniversaries

Brings up having kids

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Grace, my eyes have never seen a more beautiful coffin such as that one. Thank you for bringing this masterpiece into afterlife.

The way to go - book coffin. R.I.P. (read in peace)