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[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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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

[mobezon]

{ louis has his reasons to come to nocwich, ones that he has kept routinely. it’s deeply personal reasons that had shifted drastically. louis had lestat back. he had killed him, and now he had held his face once again, allowed the seduction of what had once been a vibrant flame to bring out the passion he thought had withered within over the decades since he left paris. lestat provoked a reaction unique in itself. it became apparent in the horizon where he was able to visit lestat’s domain, to see a piece of what made him.

the wolf killer with his pride preserved in a time capsule. at his prime.

he should know better when he told him about armand, let lestat shake louis’ domain with his bratty behavior shattering windows. they fell back into their ways, had argued and let the bitterness ring before it dissolved into a glimmer underneath the rubble. there lay foolish hope, or louis had believed it when they kissed. he wanted, he yearned, he felt shame.

the masquerade whisked him back into the current of dangerous waters. it mirrored their downfall, at a ball of all places, to feel their heartbeats sync again. how could he become so shameless? so befallen to the charm that once held him by the throat and possessed his every thought as if he were once a human at the alter. he fell for the pretty promises of having his pain taken away before, and he let himself think they could possibly make it work again. only since it became apparent they were more at equal footing in abraxas.

louis was ready. he wanted it to be them again.

he’s back at nocwich to see lestat again. louis has his answer. he waits. lestat has an infuriating way of arriving. he always did. except something is off…

he continues to wait at the marketplace for hours, let his feet carry him throughout every part they’ve been together. three days. the next day he arrived and then nothing. the third day brought silence and the familiar feeling of an emptiness he had felt in his last days before he arrived. no warmth. no golden solace in a heavenly face with endless blood to his name. by the third day, he finds he’s walking towards the same park he’d become accustomed. it’s the bench an angel once showed him. here he was ready to lay with a devil again. his hand lies on the ends of one bench handle, fingers on the crafted design curling inwardly as he tries to reach out via network. it’s static silence. he jumps into the horizon next, and finds the same dreadful feeling.

no.

his hand grips harder. his touch is colder. the handle of the bench breaks instantly, the crack of stone a thunder in his ears. he immediately lays the broken bench handle next to him, trying to even a calmness that is becoming unsteady. he’ll remain there for hours until he has to head back to solvunn. he can’t bring himself to speak as if saying something will make it true.

louis has never dealt with loss well; he’s worlds away, and he remains unchanged in this one aspect. }

𝐫𝐡𝐲.

[mobezon]

{ the right bench handle is broken. his grip had been strong enough to chip the ends of it. it’s made of stone. he holds half of what remains in his hand before he realizes what he had done. louis decides it’s time to move forward, back to solvunn. he’d sat at the park for quite some time. his feet don’t want to listen. instead he gets up, now needing to at least make sure the bench is taken care of. it’ll be without the other end, one side intact and the other broken — how unfortunate it’ll be to leave it unmade.

he stands up, watches briefly on the passerby before he finds the nearest person coming down the path along the bench. it’s the confidence in the walk that draws him in. it’ll do. }

Excuse me, young man. { his voice is lyrical, purposely relaxed when he talks to folks as to seem open. what comes out is a gamble of a question, but really he’s finding an excuse to remain a little longer. } Do you happen to know where Parks and Rec may be in Nocwich?

{ the smile he gives is sheepish as he opens his palm and puts forth his hand to show the broken bench handle. }

I’d like to get this fixed.

𝐧𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐞.

[mobezon]

{ it’s been a long time since louis has gone to an appointment that didn’t come to him. he had easy arrangements in dubai. sometimes they were made for him, and others for… they made sure there were legal papers to sign. with all the money and connections, it was essential to contain the bubble he created. now he’s near the front of the marketplace where the water fountain is at, out in the open. the last time he’d been there had been after the whole pit dilemma.

it’s day two in nocwich. he’s currently sitting at the edge of the fountain where people have begun to provide a buzz as they start heading along to their activities. he didn’t specify where he’ll be, but he got the time range. louis figures it’s easy via network to make the meeting happen if he’s not far from the entry point for most. }

Miss Nadine. I would say good morning, but it’s always night here. I hope your travels treated you well. I’m at the fountain with the black Solvunn garments. Let me know if you have trouble finding me.