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“Putain de merde…” Lestat cursed and shook his head. His heart ached at the sight of his husband completely strung out. James was so high he couldn’t even stand upright properly. They were lucky the concert had just ended, as they were heading back to the green room anyway, so Lestat grabbed James by the back of his shirt and hauled him down the hallway with them like a wet kitten. He practically threw him onto the couch once they entered the green room, running both hands through his hair as he tried not to cry from all the emotions flooding his head.

He couldn’t help but feel responsible for the whole thing. After all, James wouldn’t have felt the need to seek out Lucifer if Lestat hadn’t been so busy. But then again, James was usually content to entertain himself, so there must’ve been something else that caused him to act this way.

As Lestat began removing his makeup, Stacee sat down next to James on the couch.

“So uh…. What does it feel like, exactly? Do you think if I tasted some of your blood I could get a sense of it?” Stacee whispered, leaning over to James. He hadn’t been able to get high or drunk really since he was made a vampire, so to have the ability to indulge in his vices again was something Stacee was absolutely going to take advantage of.

“Not just a little break, you need to quit cold turkey!” Lestat hissed, standing upright now so when James reached out and grabbed his leg, he could only stare down at him with pity.

“I apologize for making you feel neglected enough that you felt the need to go do this, but I’m not going to support this kind of behavior because I know you, James Norrington. I know the real you who would scoff at himself if he found out he was doing this sort of thing. It you were doing it to participate in my rocker lifestyle, that would be one thing. But this…. This is just self harm.” He snarled, not touching him at all as he wanted to show him he was not happy with this behavior.

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“Not just a little break, you need to quit cold turkey!” Lestat hissed, standing upright now so when James reached out and grabbed his leg, he could only stare down at him with pity.

“I apologize for making you feel neglected enough that you felt the need to go do this, but I’m not going to support this kind of behavior because I know you, James Norrington. I know the real you who would scoff at himself if he found out he was doing this sort of thing. It you were doing it to participate in my rocker lifestyle, that would be one thing. But this…. This is just self harm.” He snarled, not touching him at all as he wanted to show him he was not happy with this behavior.

Lestat felt his heart break upon hearing how James was feeling neglected. He couldn’t believe that James of all people was willing to go back to the thing that they both knew was horrible for him….. wait scratch that, he could absolutely believe it given his relationship with Jack Sparrow. Lestat sighed heavily and shook his head, looking back at Stacee who was just watching all of this in shock.

“I mean… Lestat you’ve always said you wanted James to be a part of the rockstar life… and drugs are a huge part of that life. What’s the big deal about him drinking Lucifer’s blood anyway?” He asked, licking his lips at the potential of tasting what James was currently hopped up on, “Do you have any more on you, James? Maybe I could try it and see just how bad it is?”

“STACEE NO!” Lestat boomed at his progeny, “You of all people are the LAST PERSON who should ever drink Lucifer’s blood. And this is a big deal, as you say, because the last time the withdrawals nearly killed James.” Lestat said seriously, glaring at his husband.

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“I already checked there!” Stacee called, grumbling to himself as he dug through the closet, “Did you happen to see Lestat with it at all? I know he likes to steal my shit all the time.” He asked, digging through the pockets of his leather jackets.

“Gazelle my love, have you seen that diamond encrusted cross necklace of mine? I wanted to wear it to the photo shoot tonight but I can’t find it!” Stacee called from their closet, searching for the necklace in question.

"Is it not on the makeup table?" Gazelle checked looked up from her clipboard and went over to his room. She didn't know where he checked, but maybe another set of eyes would help. "Do you know where you saw it last?"

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“I wouldn’t have you kneel anyway. In fact, I’d most likely be the one kneeling to YOU.” Lestat purred before kissing James lovingly. He pulled away after a few moments before shooting his gaze towards the front of the bus. He quickly read the driver’s mind, finding out they were still about a days drive out from New Orleans, so it gave them time to prepare.

“You wearing a mask is going to be completely hypnotic. Your beautiful eyes will enchant anyone you gaze upon… including me.” He smirked.

“James my darling, you are not going to BELIEVE what Jacqueline sent me this morning.” Lestat said as the tour bus drove along one of America’s many highways. He sat beside his husband, almost giddy with excitement, before showing James his phone.

“There’s a masquerade ball being held in New Orleans…. And it’s vampire themed. And Jacqueline, being the incredible, wonderful daughter she is, got us tickets to go.” He said with a huge fanged smile, “It gives you an excuse to wear your old uniform again.”

A ball.. James raised an eyebrow, a faint smile playing at his lips as he looked over at Lestat. "A vampire-themed masquerade? How very...subtle," he teased. He glanced at the phone, eyeing the invitation Jacqueline had sent them. “New Orleans, of course,” he added, shaking his head with amusement. “And she even got us tickets? I swear, our daughter is more like her namesake than I care to admit.”

James chuckled again, shaking his head as he looked out the bus window, lost for a moment in memories of his former life. "It has been a while since I wore it. Maybe it’s time."

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Lestat felt his heart break upon hearing how James was feeling neglected. He couldn’t believe that James of all people was willing to go back to the thing that they both knew was horrible for him….. wait scratch that, he could absolutely believe it given his relationship with Jack Sparrow. Lestat sighed heavily and shook his head, looking back at Stacee who was just watching all of this in shock.

“I mean… Lestat you’ve always said you wanted James to be a part of the rockstar life… and drugs are a huge part of that life. What’s the big deal about him drinking Lucifer’s blood anyway?” He asked, licking his lips at the potential of tasting what James was currently hopped up on, “Do you have any more on you, James? Maybe I could try it and see just how bad it is?”

“STACEE NO!” Lestat boomed at his progeny, “You of all people are the LAST PERSON who should ever drink Lucifer’s blood. And this is a big deal, as you say, because the last time the withdrawals nearly killed James.” Lestat said seriously, glaring at his husband.

At James’s mention of Lucifer’s name, Lestat couldn’t stop himself. He smacked James hard across the face in an attempt to try and sober him up as well as teach him a lesson for mentioning Louis and Claudia.

“James, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but stop trying to be a bad influence on Stacee. You know as well as I do that he’d be ten times worse on Lucifer’s blood than you. In addition, you still have yet to tell me why you went and sought him out because I thought we both agreed he wasn’t good for you? What happened?!” Lestat asked, completely distressed and heartbroken, staring at his husband in complete disbelief. Sure he enjoyed James being a little bit looser and reckless, but he knew how he handled the withdrawals. The coming down from the high was almost deadly and he couldn’t believe he would indulge himself like that again.

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At James’s mention of Lucifer’s name, Lestat couldn’t stop himself. He smacked James hard across the face in an attempt to try and sober him up as well as teach him a lesson for mentioning Louis and Claudia.

“James, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but stop trying to be a bad influence on Stacee. You know as well as I do that he’d be ten times worse on Lucifer’s blood than you. In addition, you still have yet to tell me why you went and sought him out because I thought we both agreed he wasn’t good for you? What happened?!” Lestat asked, completely distressed and heartbroken, staring at his husband in complete disbelief. Sure he enjoyed James being a little bit looser and reckless, but he knew how he handled the withdrawals. The coming down from the high was almost deadly and he couldn’t believe he would indulge himself like that again.

Lestat slowly sank to his knees in front of James, his heart aching as what he feared was proved correct. He reached out and grabbed James by the chin, forcing him to meet his eyes.

“James what have you done?” His words were cold, calculating, and deadly serious, “Don’t bother lying, we both know you’re a terrible liar and I can fucking smell him on you.” Lestat snarled, his gorgeous blue leather coat pooling around him and the eyeliner he wore making his eyes pop even more. It allowed James to see just how much pain Lestat felt upon figuring out what he’d done.

“Is he ok?” Stacee asked as he approached from behind before he was practically bitch slapped in the face by Lucifer’s scent, “WOAH WOAH WHAT THE HELL IS THAT SMELL?!” Stacee exclaimed, nearly drooling, “James where the fuck did you find blood like that and can I have some?!”

“It’s devil’s blood, you idiot. Lucifer Morningstar himself. Knowing you, Stacee, you’d probably drink yourself to death from him.” Lestat commented, staring James down as he tried to figure out why he had relapsed.

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Lestat slowly sank to his knees in front of James, his heart aching as what he feared was proved correct. He reached out and grabbed James by the chin, forcing him to meet his eyes.

“James what have you done?” His words were cold, calculating, and deadly serious, “Don’t bother lying, we both know you’re a terrible liar and I can fucking smell him on you.” Lestat snarled, his gorgeous blue leather coat pooling around him and the eyeliner he wore making his eyes pop even more. It allowed James to see just how much pain Lestat felt upon figuring out what he’d done.

“Is he ok?” Stacee asked as he approached from behind before he was practically bitch slapped in the face by Lucifer’s scent, “WOAH WOAH WHAT THE HELL IS THAT SMELL?!” Stacee exclaimed, nearly drooling, “James where the fuck did you find blood like that and can I have some?!”

“It’s devil’s blood, you idiot. Lucifer Morningstar himself. Knowing you, Stacee, you’d probably drink yourself to death from him.” Lestat commented, staring James down as he tried to figure out why he had relapsed.

Luckily for Lestat, James had come back during the last song, so he could talk to him as soon as they finished up. He and Stacee wished the crowd goodnight when the song was over, the hoard beneath them cheering even louder as they left. The curtain closed and Lestat’s expression fell immediately, storming over to where James had sunk to the ground.

“Lestat? What’s going on man?” Stacee called after him as he saw him drop everything and leave.

“Mon Cher?” Lestat asked, standing in front of James’s curled up form on the floor, “James what happened?” He asked seriously, smelling a sickeningly sweet, all too familiar stench on his husband.

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Luckily for Lestat, James had come back during the last song, so he could talk to him as soon as they finished up. He and Stacee wished the crowd goodnight when the song was over, the hoard beneath them cheering even louder as they left. The curtain closed and Lestat’s expression fell immediately, storming over to where James had sunk to the ground.

“Lestat? What’s going on man?” Stacee called after him as he saw him drop everything and leave.

“Mon Cher?” Lestat asked, standing in front of James’s curled up form on the floor, “James what happened?” He asked seriously, smelling a sickeningly sweet, all too familiar stench on his husband.

“She's just like Chernobyl, A fire at my feet, All lit up and pretty, so my city never sleeps. Hungry for the power, Human, how she breathes, How do I find peace of mind in love with a machine?”

Lestat belted out the song as Stacee harmonized and played guitar next to him. The crowd sang along with them, banging their heads and dancing with the pulse of the music. Any time The Vampire Arsenal played in Los Angeles, the crowds were always bigger and better than the last time they were there, and Lestat loved it. The way the soul of Rock N Roll possessed him every time he performed made him feel like a god up on that stage.

And as he performed, he caught a glimpse of James staring from the side of the stage. He smiled for a moment, thinking James was finally enjoying his music for once. However, he saw a glaze in his husband’s eyes, an all too familiar sheen that nearly threw him off the performance all together. If it hadn’t been for Stacee leaning into him during a guitar solo, he would’ve stopped the performance all together.

He remembered that look on James’s face and it made him sick inside. He knew he’d have to talk to him once the concert was over.

“Have to choose when to diffuse you, Calm your fire, All for a new version of blue, No, I can't stop you, Melting down from the inside out!!!” He nearly screamed the chorus, using the song to channel his rage and heartbreak over what James potentially did.

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tom cruise as lestat de lioncourt

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE (1994)

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imagine it's your first day of filming Interview with the Vampire and Tom Cruise is telling you that you're actually gay for him WHILE you're already filming the scene with him

the scene in question

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Feed on what you will. Rats, chickens, poodles, I'll leave you to it and watch you come around. But just remember, life without me would be even more unbearable. — Tom Cruise as Lestat de Lioncourt in Interview with the Vampire (1994)

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“She's just like Chernobyl, A fire at my feet, All lit up and pretty, so my city never sleeps. Hungry for the power, Human, how she breathes, How do I find peace of mind in love with a machine?”

Lestat belted out the song as Stacee harmonized and played guitar next to him. The crowd sang along with them, banging their heads and dancing with the pulse of the music. Any time The Vampire Arsenal played in Los Angeles, the crowds were always bigger and better than the last time they were there, and Lestat loved it. The way the soul of Rock N Roll possessed him every time he performed made him feel like a god up on that stage.

And as he performed, he caught a glimpse of James staring from the side of the stage. He smiled for a moment, thinking James was finally enjoying his music for once. However, he saw a glaze in his husband’s eyes, an all too familiar sheen that nearly threw him off the performance all together. If it hadn’t been for Stacee leaning into him during a guitar solo, he would’ve stopped the performance all together.

He remembered that look on James’s face and it made him sick inside. He knew he’d have to talk to him once the concert was over.

“Have to choose when to diffuse you, Calm your fire, All for a new version of blue, No, I can't stop you, Melting down from the inside out!!!” He nearly screamed the chorus, using the song to channel his rage and heartbreak over what James potentially did.

James crept back onto the tour bus, trying to keep as quiet as possible, though the haze of Lucifer’s blood made everything feel surreal. He wasn’t sure exactly what time it was, or how long he’d been gone. The high was still fresh, buzzing under his skin, intoxicating and impossible to resist. His clothes were rumpled, hair wild from the night out, and his steps were uneven as he moved deeper into the bus.

He paused when he heard the unmistakable sound of music still playing, the soft thrum of the bass reverberating through the walls. Lestat and Stacee were still performing. James squinted, a little unsteady on his feet, trying to remain unnoticed as he peered toward the stage area. He could see the faint silhouette of Lestat, his maker, his graceful form, completely absorbed in the music.

For a moment, James just stood there, watching, almost mesmerized. His mind fogged, so the sight of Lestat performing, looking so free, so alive, stirred something inside him. Forgetting he was trying to be discreet about his return as he stood ...staring.

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OOC: Sorry I’ve been gone omfg

((Well I feel like a right jackass. I come back on here wanting to rp some more and then I vanish immediately once again. Here’s hoping yall aren’t furious at me…. Hai again, sorry I’ve been gone!))

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“Magnifique!” Lestat exclaimed with joy, smiling like the cat that got the canary, “It’ll be like we’ve traveled back in time. I must admit, even with all the wonderful modern advancements, there are some nights where I find myself missing the simplicity of previous centuries. Plus it was much easier to catch prey back then when cameras weren’t such a bloody hassle, no pun intended.” He chuckled to himself at his dumb joke before reaching out and lovingly dragging one of his claws down James’s cheek.

“I barely ever get to show you off anymore since you don’t like being on stage. I’m beyond thrilled to have all eyes on us and to let everyone know that you’re MINE.” Lestat purred and leaned forward, the claw catching under James’s chin as he smirked.

“James my darling, you are not going to BELIEVE what Jacqueline sent me this morning.” Lestat said as the tour bus drove along one of America’s many highways. He sat beside his husband, almost giddy with excitement, before showing James his phone.

“There’s a masquerade ball being held in New Orleans…. And it’s vampire themed. And Jacqueline, being the incredible, wonderful daughter she is, got us tickets to go.” He said with a huge fanged smile, “It gives you an excuse to wear your old uniform again.”

A ball.. James raised an eyebrow, a faint smile playing at his lips as he looked over at Lestat. "A vampire-themed masquerade? How very...subtle," he teased. He glanced at the phone, eyeing the invitation Jacqueline had sent them. “New Orleans, of course,” he added, shaking his head with amusement. “And she even got us tickets? I swear, our daughter is more like her namesake than I care to admit.”

James chuckled again, shaking his head as he looked out the bus window, lost for a moment in memories of his former life. "It has been a while since I wore it. Maybe it’s time."

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