( closed ) » — the last beautiful thing i saw;

[mobezon]

Who: louis & co.
When: early august.
Where: nocwich.
What: in which louis realizes lestat is gone. it's a little dramatic.
Warnings: n/a.

 

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[mobezon]

Oh. It did. { there’s a faint surprise as if he wasn’t the culprit. it makes his contained accent come out more when he adds pressure to the emotion. the sheepishness is back in an instant, almost as if he is embarrassed to have been caught. he is.

it also has not occurred people wouldn’t think he didn’t break it. he’s off his mojo. }

I keep wondering how many of us there are. It’s a big area. I’m in Solvunn. Louis de Pointe du Lac. { his formalities are shaped in him, and he sticks his hand out for a handshake. it’s a reflex. } Pleasure to meet you, Rhy. Do you know Istredd? He’s from Thorne. He has a good head on those shoulders.

[londonbound]

[ Rhy will shake his hand; it's not a common gesture where he's from, but he's been here long enough and met many people. It has become familiar enough by now that he reacts immediately, squeezing Louis's fingers warmly. His smile grows. ]

The pleasure is one shared. Yes, I do know Istredd. Good head, good shoulders -- a good man, in general. We get on well enough.

[ Why does the name sound familiar too?

Rhy is reminded, suddenly, of Lestat. A promise made before Rhy left to go look for Kell and the others taken several months ago. Louis. Taken also. And important to Lestat.

--who is gone now. Rhy decides not to bring it up, though the bits of clues are slowly beginning to piece together. ]

Unrelated question: did you attend the Fey ball recently?

[mobezon]

{ the eyes. it’ll reach him, and if he focused on his instincts made of the dark gift, he might have gotten there sooner. except he limits himself on purpose. a distraction for a distraction has presented, away from the empty feeling that has curled within him.

his fingers meet rhy’s as his pensive expression transforms with the question. it’s first contact he’s allowed outside the horizon for a while now, awaiting for the time he’d arrive here. it’s nice, it makes him feel human. he gives rhy’s hand a gentle squeeze instead of the hefty one he’d give and then retreats his hand. it clicks then. }

I think our paths may have passed in the Feywilds. We were in disguise there, but there’s always an aura that can’t been hidden away. I was there, yes. I borrowed a name from back home. Lanmò. May I asked you a question?

[londonbound]

[ He doesn't mind the touch. Rhy even squeezes back, reflexively, a small, curious smile playing at the corners of his lips as he watches the other man's face. ]

Ah, yes! I had decided to be a phoenix that night. We had a pleasant little chat, didn't we?

It's nice to see your face. More handsome even than I imagined it. Doubly a pleasure to meet you twice, my friend.

Ask away.

[mobezon]

{ the admission and confirmation of that night makes him relax, allowing an easy break to a further open expression. his eyebrows rise up and he ends up chuckling. }

I’ll be damned. I did have a good time, I confess. You’re easy on the eyes yourself.

{ a genuine compliment that speaks as if it were from another era, even if louis had always been ahead of his. he ends up pausing briefly to assure. he can handle it. he can ask. }

I know very few from Thorne. He didn’t tell me much of who he met. Did you encounter a vampire named Lestat de Lioncourt?

[londonbound]

[ ...ah. There it is. ]

He did. [ Rhy confesses quietly, and by the gentle, almost apologetic tone of his voice, Louis may have his answer without asking. ]

He mentioned you. As one of the taken, when Josselyn's cult was... active.

[mobezon]

It’s probably best. Nothing could ever contain him, and Abraxas is no different.

{ considering he painted the mountain red for him. he still speaks with a fondness he shouldn’t hold, and there’s a sadness there too as if he were back in paris looking at lestat’s picture hanging up on the wall again. gone. it’s easy enough to contain. he’s done it before. all that remains — }

Thank you. There’s that. And I still have time left it seems. I could use a drink. You’re welcome to join me if you’d like.

[londonbound]

[ Rhy meets the fondness, the aching undercurrent of sadness, with a faint, empathetic smile. ]

Of course. Happy to buy you one. To thank you for the pleasant evening at the masquerade.

The tavern may be a good place to ask around for someone to fix the bench, too. Works out well enough.

[mobezon]

That's a great idea.

{ he fully intends on getting the bench fixed, even if it takes more than one moon cycle and he has to tend to it next time. it's a reason to return. louis' smile is genuine, blossoming briefly from its gloom. }

My mama used to tell me it's the company I keep that matters. Thing is, I would twice scandalize her for the ones I kept many times over, greatly outweighing what she deemed good. It's to say, I look forward to getting to know you, Rhy.