Who: louis & co. When: early december. Where: nocwich. solvunn. horizon. What: somewhat of a catch-all, both open + closed prompts. some re-connections and some first meetings before the event. Warnings: n/a.
{ when the last he could recall is his every being calling for a ‘catch me outside’ scenario in the quietude of his dubai penthouse, he’s oddly welcoming to solvunn — let it be known, he’s still a gentleman, he sent out a formal invite to the recipients. he got his answers, had his affairs sorted, even if he’s still in the process of figuring out where his path takes him next. there’s a fuzz that has been blocking his mind as if everything is familiar, but not at once. he’ll bookmark it just as he can reschedule his defense back home to another time if it means figuring out what situation he’s landed upon.
the vampire fight club can wait.
he’s mostly exploring, but he won’t turn away a friendly conversation. he has been gathering information. as the days fly by, he finds the blur disappearing and he’s slowly recalling. he’s used to it, his memories having taken a while to sort recently. he visits every shrine he sees, touches, smells and revels in sight at the faith people seem to have. he moves on and memorizes the names of gods attached to shrines. then one day as he treks a further up a hill, almost hidden near the woods, he finds a peculiar shrine that needs some maintenance. it seems someone stopped caring for it long ago, the weeds overcoming the stone molded from strong hands. he takes out the ribbon a kind local gave him, one he’s been holding, trying and failing to remake into a bow.
it clicks instantly. it feels right. he touches the stone and ties the sad attempt of a bow around the ends of one side of the shrine. he’ll make a better bow at some point. }
You deserve to be among the gods.
( dos ) » evening feast;
{ the clothes louis is wearing is akin to when he'd roamed through a war torn europe, in that the simplicity is truly simple rather than the simple of the rich where wealth whispers. he still prefers darker clothes, but since recent developments, he has appreciated pops of colors, which is why he has a bouquet of bright wildflowers in his hands having caught his attention. he’s cutting the ends of the stem and arranging them before heading back to the field.
each time he picks wildflowers, he recalls more smells he knows. it’s probably a healthier way of recalling memories in him that were once his, rather than having them altered without his knowledge. points for making progress.
he has a new set of of bunched flowers in his hands, and he notes the evening festivities are starting to get livelier. he considers socializing, but he finds he prefers having something to do with his hands for now. since he’s better at blocking people’s thoughts, he since holds a stronger barrier and even more since his split from armand. he has some quiet at last, as long as he keeps his composure. the flowers are soft against his fingertips as he plays with them, trying not to tear the petals one by one. he can hear what is music from the distance. the longer it goes on, the more he considers swaying, one step forward, but then he halts and shakes his head.
the flowers are abundant in his hands, and he has probably overdone the helping with flower arrangements. he'll remain under the moonlight out in the field for a moment longer, although the music is tempting. }
{ louis had heard them every night for over a year, chatting among themselves with a loudness that is only boisterous. rip him apart. what if we bring back the guillotine, make an example out of him. how dare he. he had decided to finally respond. there are no nagging vampires too big for their egos that he hasn't already dealt with. louis the pariah, the one who they want deader than death itself. to be the enemy of one’s own kind. he’d accomplished it in ways he didn’t think he would when he was first given the dark gift. however, instead of the lush threats he's been accustomed to, he hears the voices of the common folk. nobody is here to fight him in the crisp air of nocwich's marketplace.
so he laughs. it’s a loud laugh, truly and full. he hasn’t had a proper one in a long while, one that wasn’t dragged out by hidden truths and pretenses. as late he’s been amused by daniel’s fresh ventures, but he has no other book in him. he does, however, have a new sense of purpose. it seems it has now led him to the portal north of oleuni square and soon he's crossing into ikorr. he isn’t panicked that he’s in a strange new place full of brimming faces he does not recognize or an atmosphere that could only live within the pages of a tolkien book. }
I own the night, { he repeats with amusement, inked fresh in his mind. louis laughs again. he does get some looks, nearly missing that he isn’t alone anymore. solvunn helped him remember the memories he left behind when he had previously been in abraxas, so it comes easily to recognize a familiar blondness, and he welcomes it. his senses are already becoming stronger by the day and by his calculation, it's been a full week by the time the third day in nocwich arrives. louis turns. he hasn’t gone further than the entrance. }
[Nocwich continues to be a world worth exploring. Alucard would not say he loves the place entirely - he misses daylight when he is there - but it strikes a chord in him. It as close to home as he ever wants to get, and that it is peaceful and cold and lets one have an excuse to wrap up in warm furs is wonderful. Doubly so for Ikorr, where he can now walk with a fur lined coat and experience a group of vampires that are mostly civil and capable of interacting with each other rather than solitary predators that sometimes fight over territory.
He's off to pick up some art he purchased last month. Alucard and Jaskier have been buying small bronzes lately, and there was something that caught the dhampir's eye at the very end of the last day Ikorr was open. The paperwork's done now, he just has to hoof it.
His feet start to move towards the gallery, but--
--well. One vampire leaves, another moves back in.
Alucard blinks once to confirm that Louis is in fact real, and then gives a small nod. Then acts like there's been no time between things at all.]
{ it’s a slight tease, quick to the tongue. there’s a confidence brighter than the last time. time certainly has passed, but in good company, it’s simply a well put bookmark. now that he can see alucard in full view, louis is reminded that the young man is a true mix of human and vampire with an emphasis on being young in comparison to louis’ years (at least to his current back again knowledge). he’ll give credit in testimony that he has dealt with vampires beyond their immense years who hold themselves with a foolish light. from what louis gathered in their time getting to know one another, alucard is certainly no fool.
it is why he finds it easy to be honest. }
Better. I came into a sort of revelation. Have you ever had one of those? It can shift a perspective. I wouldn’t have gone to Ikorr at all back then, but here I am. I do have to wonder, what do they think of our brand of vampirehood outside their own. { his expression becomes pensive for a moment before the open smile is back. } Pardon. I’m rambling. The interview finished and I have a leftover habit. You created a reasonable life in Abraxas?
[Louis' mind seems to be a runaway carraige, careening through the woods. There is a grace note of joy in it though, and that feels different compared to past conversations.
The dhampir considers the time and keeps himself moving, assuming that Louis will follow. Best reinforced by continuing their conversation.]
In my experience, they don't really notice or mind. Unless you err culturally, which I've done quite a few times, they assume that you're simply a part of the population here. The effect is strange, given that my father's people always have known me as a half-breed. [Not the kindest way that they ever put it, but the most honest from their perspective, apparently.]
I'll answer your last question in a moment. Interview?
I have been told I can be a confusing man. I'd like to think it keeps life less boring.
{ which is growth for louis on the low, considering he'd thought living was boring which wasn't the best mindset to have. there's still a sadness underneath that could be picked up, but there's also something else that hadn't been there before — hope for a better tomorrow. he won't dwell on it and is thankful for the easy way he can move along as they converse. he'd once been a city man in a world that moved around him so he can appreciate a solid stride. louis meets alucard's pace when he turns to walk beside him, and considers it a quiet invite to follow. }
I can respect that. If only it were simple. In my world we'd call you 'mixed'. Don't make it less prejudice for either side. I do admit I envy that you are able to still taste food, if I recall. { it's harmless, promise. he keeps mostly modest as he answers his part, } Here's where I may be more confusing. I allowed someone to publish the story of my life on how I came into my Dark Gift. It's a bestseller book back home. Humans think it's a piece of written fiction. Meanwhile, the vampires of my world have given their feedback. They're not happy about it.
If nothing else, you seem to be fueled by a wildly different energy.
[Alucard does not have the vocabulary to say something like vibe shift, although that is the ultimate sense of what he is now picking up from Louis. But in the mean time, there's art to go pick up and a conversation to focus on.]
Taste food and walk in the daylight are the two rather big ones. Everything else pales in comparison, pun not intended. [Jaskier would probably pelt him with some soft cushion for that one.
But what Louis says next has Alucard's full attention. It isn't confusing - the concept is straight forward enough - but it comes with a little incredulous bark of a laugh.]
Oh, feedback? Let me guess, something closer to death threats?
In the days that Louis has been trying to figure out his newfound situation, the memories start to flood back in parts. It also makes him recall that he can access the Horizon. With his Gifts getting back to its full strength, he isn’t able to tap into using his Mind Gift across a large area in time so it leaves him one clear option. He decides where he wants to go soon as he recalls it all. The rush of the pit is the most prominent, times as dark as the ones he spent in his hay days.
Louis sits upon a quiet spot out in the field where the sun has just set and people are preparing for bed. It is then that he enters the Horizon, to a place that feels oddly real. There were few connections he made, and even fewer that he considered considerably close, at least enough to have disclosed that he had missed his maker, a deeply intimate thought that he hadn’t disclosed to anyone else. It wasn’t the full pieces, he can now understand, after finding parts that were hidden in him far too long. He soon lands upon a blank landscape that begins to form and unfold, the rust coming off as it rebuilds itself into what it had been once. There are some fine-tuning differences, particularly on the third floor of his domain where the colors were once muted, boring. Now there are shades of colors that pop, and the picture of his brother Paul sits along the same wall where a yellow dress hangs. He likes his comfort, and appreciates the Horizon roots him even in this fantastical world he still isn’t fully familiar with. I'll do. It’s partly re-constructed.
He can see the outline of what is a door forming. It glows around the edges, revealing itself. Louis knows where he wants his steps to carry him as he gets closer, reaching forward until he’s opening the door. He steps inside with ease. He’s back in the reading nook that he’d formed long ago in someone else’s domain. Before the owner of the domain pops in, his thoughts echo throughout rather than be spoken out loud. He hopes it reaches where it needs to go. Best to try. Louis settles fingers along the replicated couch he once sat upon to read ages ago in another lifetime and runs them along to feel the same velvet from then.
Brutha. You haven’t gotten into too much trouble, have you?
Istredd never lets go of spaces that have been made for people who left. He keeps them exactly as they were, either as a memorial to who they were, or to keep it there in case they come back. He's a very sentimental person that way, but in this place, who knows what will happen? He is often in the Horizon in his library but more so these days because he has updates to make on his public boards. The change in the Singularity's crater space has been of great concern and he has been theorizing the concerns of where it could all go. With no answers yet.
He has one blackboard for public consumption, but his theories are in a private space where only a few people can access, as they're a bit doomsday for him. Istredd always senses people when they enter his space but he typically leaves them alone unless they seem lost or are brand new and might need instruction. What he doesn't expect is a familiar voice reaching out to him, and he hears it clear as day. Louis was one of the first people he made a telepathic connection with.
He knows where to go since this is one of the spaces he kept around so in a blink he's there, forming himself into the area that Louis created.
"Louis!" Istredd smiles ear-to-ear, very wide for him, and his delight can almost be felt in the air around them. He goes in for a hug, hoping it isn't getting into Louis' personal space too much to be a problem, but they bonded closely in the Pit. It's something he'll never forget. "Good to see you, brutha."
For a man who has strived to be seen as put together, he folds rather quickly when he’s around people he’s truly comfortable with. It’s been years since he’s allowed authentic physical closeness. Louis doesn’t have to act a specific way anymore, with the toughness he’s often displayed on purpose. His shoulders relax, his arms reach out, and Louis instantly meets Istredd in the welcomed hug, making it known with a lighthearted laugh, that the fondness is mutual.
“I’ve heard you’re quite the established figure now,” he says with a hint of proudness. It’s the perks of having extra stellar hearing. Louis had also asked about Istredd in Nocwich to try and see if his friend was around. Now that he has him here, he has much to ask, to say, but as he gives Istredd a tight squeeze, he finds that he has truly been deprived of a proper hug. What he’s been through comes to the surface for a briefness, the hug becoming exactly what he needs aside from a simple reunion of friends. He’s silent for a moment, and holds on for fractions of seconds longer before leaning back to get a proper look at Istredd, his hands going to his shoulders to squeeze. He keeps the short distance between them.
“It’s good to see you as well.” More than anything, although he only spent about a year in Abraxas, he hadn’t gotten as close back home as he had after the Pit experience. He’s not sure what it says about him that Daniel had been somewhat close to being a friend than all his decades allowed. His smile reflects it. “I wanna hear what’s new with you. More importantly. How have you been? Still in that relationship of yours?”
"Unfortunately for my own peace, you could say that." Istredd laughs quietly and lets the hug hold as long as Louis allows it. He's never been one for physical touch but he makes exceptions these days. Istredd looks good, healthy, although there is a heaviness on his shoulders that has grown since they saw each other last. Since the Pit he has taken on more responsibility in Thorne and the coup has damaged his sense of safety and understanding so it's become more of a burden. But that is not what he cares about in this moment.
"Lucifer and I are still together, yes. It was new then but it's very strong now." They've been tight since they met but being together has made them a unit as unbreakable as one can get. He knows the name means something to Louis that it doesn't to him, having no devil to speak of that he knows of, but he hopes Louis will find that his Lucifer is not the one he's heard of. Well, not exactly. He's never been under an illusion that his love is perfect.
"What has happened since then. Well, so much. There was a coup in Thorne, our royals were slaughtered and a new regime placed. They've begun a real war against the Free Cities. You'll hear some about it in Solvunn, they dropped their neutrality and allied with the Free Cities." So the political situation in this sphere has changed dramatically since then. The war truly is active and while the Summoned haven't been forced to be a part of it.
"You missed quite an experience. In April, we were all sucked into a group vision of a possible future for us. Where we were gods and roaming in this land, worshipped and free." It had a significant impact on Istredd but most other people too.
{ his memories were fuzzy at the start, reminding him of his own fractured memories back home. he has daniel to thank for bringing back what should have never been hidden from him. yet again it has happened. revelations. it brings him to what he knows. normally he wouldn’t have gravitated towards the hunting woods, and he hasn’t committed to it. he’s merely looking. some locals try to hand him a weapon, a spear of sorts, and with a reserved smile he politely refuses.
the woods are daunting, dark and looming. he’s told there are creatures in there, but that’s not what prevents him from going inside. perhaps he came for the ghost of a comfort. lestat had been in abraxas once and the ever thirst of his brought him to the hunting woods often. of course, it’s foolish to be reminiscent, but he still yearns out of habit. perhaps it’s for the best he is the only one of his world here, since he still needs to figure out what it means to be on his own without a companion.
the locals leave him alone, his frame almost seeming carved from stone if he truly stills in his silence; becoming a david of someone’s making. he shakes his head and turns to leave, but spots a man not too off from where he's standing. he’s rather tall, and probably stands out often in specific crowds. without his senses sharp, he can't tell how long the man has been there as well. louis is glad his gifts are without their full spark for now. it makes it almost human to be standing next to a stranger and not be able to read their thoughts. after a couple more moments of silence, he decides to be social and tilt his head into a glance. }
( he spends the majority of his time in Nocwich in a town born of (and run by) vampires. it's as civilized as any other town he's been in and his brother being alive numbs the aching grudge he holds. it's not against all vampires. just Jenny. just the random vampire girl that got away all those years ago. despite the civilized nature of everything, Sam is drawn away.
he triple checks that he has the time in the territory and pushes outward, exploring the outskirts along the treeline.
he doesn't know what could be inside. for someone who knew his own world and the creatures there-in like the back of his hand, he's a novice here. a quick study, yes, but, he knows there are more politics to take into account. that anyone inside may have families of their own. that there may be wolves, too. he did learn about the two separate territories, the vampires and the werewolves.
he doesn't dare go inside.
he loses himself in thought for a few seconds, maybe minutes, until someone nearby asks someting.
he doesn't recognize him, wouldn't, he's the new one here, not his brother. he gives the trees one more look before shaking his head and walking his way over, stepping over any branches sticking out. )
I was thinking about it, but I'm not much of a hunter.
{ certainly there's irony in his words, but the stranger doesn't need to know how deep it runs. at least not then. he'd gotten used to putting the effort of blending in back home when he'd encounter people, but in a world like abraxas sometimes it can be picked up that he's not necessarily quite human. he's okay with it here since he isn't flaunting. the hunting woods is about sport. louis isn't the sort of hunter most vampires in his life have been.
it's not necessarily the whole truth as well, since he has been both hunted and hunter for the sake of survival. louis isn't seeking it out, which in part is what has kept him at the outskirts. although his senses are dimmed, louis can briefly hear the faint beat of the stranger's heart to indicate he's a whole living person before it cuts out. it brings forth a twitch of his mouth that forms into a polite smile when the man's frame is clearer. }
Name's Louis de Pointe du Lac. { sorry, he has to be a bit dramatic and say the full name. } You'll have to forgive me if you're one of the Summoned. Seems I'm back again. I didn't know everyone back then if you'd been here, but you could have also just arrived?
( He is, but, arguably not of what might wait for them behind the trees.
The name catches in his mind. Louis would be less recognizable but it's everything strung together which strikes a cord. It's certainly not Sam's cup of tea, but he's devoured every piece of vampire, werewolf, and all-kind-of monster fiction he could find.
He blinks away the subtle recognition, thought sitting on the edge of his mind, but not saying anything else out loud.
Years ago, he and Dean were sucked into an episode of Scooby Doo. He didn't tell them who they were, either. It's not exactly like it, but with parallel worlds running against each other (and maybe not even parallel), it's very possible that someone named Louis De Pointe Du Lac exists. He doesn't have an encyclopedic knowledge of his life, but he is well aware of Louis' Anne Rice origins. )
A little of both, actually. I just arrived and I've been here before, but I don't remember either time.
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𝙎𝙊𝙇𝙑𝙐𝙉𝙉, 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙠. — 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯
𝐀𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃.
so he laughs. it’s a loud laugh, truly and full. he hasn’t had a proper one in a long while, one that wasn’t dragged out by hidden truths and pretenses. as late he’s been amused by daniel’s fresh ventures, but he has no other book in him. he does, however, have a new sense of purpose. it seems it has now led him to the portal north of oleuni square and soon he's crossing into ikorr. he isn’t panicked that he’s in a strange new place full of brimming faces he does not recognize or an atmosphere that could only live within the pages of a tolkien book. }
I own the night, { he repeats with amusement, inked fresh in his mind. louis laughs again. he does get some looks, nearly missing that he isn’t alone anymore. solvunn helped him remember the memories he left behind when he had previously been in abraxas, so it comes easily to recognize a familiar blondness, and he welcomes it. his senses are already becoming stronger by the day and by his calculation, it's been a full week by the time the third day in nocwich arrives. louis turns. he hasn’t gone further than the entrance. }
Hello, Alucard.
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He's off to pick up some art he purchased last month. Alucard and Jaskier have been buying small bronzes lately, and there was something that caught the dhampir's eye at the very end of the last day Ikorr was open. The paperwork's done now, he just has to hoof it.
His feet start to move towards the gallery, but--
--well. One vampire leaves, another moves back in.
Alucard blinks once to confirm that Louis is in fact real, and then gives a small nod.
Then acts like there's been no time between things at all.]
Louis. This is a surprise. You're well?
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{ it’s a slight tease, quick to the tongue. there’s a confidence brighter than the last time. time certainly has passed, but in good company, it’s simply a well put bookmark. now that he can see alucard in full view, louis is reminded that the young man is a true mix of human and vampire with an emphasis on being young in comparison to louis’ years (at least to his current back again knowledge). he’ll give credit in testimony that he has dealt with vampires beyond their immense years who hold themselves with a foolish light. from what louis gathered in their time getting to know one another, alucard is certainly no fool.
it is why he finds it easy to be honest. }
Better. I came into a sort of revelation. Have you ever had one of those? It can shift a perspective. I wouldn’t have gone to Ikorr at all back then, but here I am. I do have to wonder, what do they think of our brand of vampirehood outside their own. { his expression becomes pensive for a moment before the open smile is back. } Pardon. I’m rambling. The interview finished and I have a leftover habit. You created a reasonable life in Abraxas?
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[Louis' mind seems to be a runaway carraige, careening through the woods. There is a grace note of joy in it though, and that feels different compared to past conversations.
The dhampir considers the time and keeps himself moving, assuming that Louis will follow. Best reinforced by continuing their conversation.]
In my experience, they don't really notice or mind. Unless you err culturally, which I've done quite a few times, they assume that you're simply a part of the population here. The effect is strange, given that my father's people always have known me as a half-breed. [Not the kindest way that they ever put it, but the most honest from their perspective, apparently.]
I'll answer your last question in a moment. Interview?
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{ which is growth for louis on the low, considering he'd thought living was boring which wasn't the best mindset to have. there's still a sadness underneath that could be picked up, but there's also something else that hadn't been there before — hope for a better tomorrow. he won't dwell on it and is thankful for the easy way he can move along as they converse. he'd once been a city man in a world that moved around him so he can appreciate a solid stride. louis meets alucard's pace when he turns to walk beside him, and considers it a quiet invite to follow. }
I can respect that. If only it were simple. In my world we'd call you 'mixed'. Don't make it less prejudice for either side. I do admit I envy that you are able to still taste food, if I recall. { it's harmless, promise. he keeps mostly modest as he answers his part, } Here's where I may be more confusing. I allowed someone to publish the story of my life on how I came into my Dark Gift. It's a bestseller book back home. Humans think it's a piece of written fiction. Meanwhile, the vampires of my world have given their feedback. They're not happy about it.
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[Alucard does not have the vocabulary to say something like vibe shift, although that is the ultimate sense of what he is now picking up from Louis. But in the mean time, there's art to go pick up and a conversation to focus on.]
Taste food and walk in the daylight are the two rather big ones. Everything else pales in comparison, pun not intended. [Jaskier would probably pelt him with some soft cushion for that one.
But what Louis says next has Alucard's full attention. It isn't confusing - the concept is straight forward enough - but it comes with a little incredulous bark of a laugh.]
Oh, feedback? Let me guess, something closer to death threats?
𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐃.
Louis sits upon a quiet spot out in the field where the sun has just set and people are preparing for bed. It is then that he enters the Horizon, to a place that feels oddly real. There were few connections he made, and even fewer that he considered considerably close, at least enough to have disclosed that he had missed his maker, a deeply intimate thought that he hadn’t disclosed to anyone else. It wasn’t the full pieces, he can now understand, after finding parts that were hidden in him far too long. He soon lands upon a blank landscape that begins to form and unfold, the rust coming off as it rebuilds itself into what it had been once. There are some fine-tuning differences, particularly on the third floor of his domain where the colors were once muted, boring. Now there are shades of colors that pop, and the picture of his brother Paul sits along the same wall where a yellow dress hangs. He likes his comfort, and appreciates the Horizon roots him even in this fantastical world he still isn’t fully familiar with. I'll do. It’s partly re-constructed.
He can see the outline of what is a door forming. It glows around the edges, revealing itself. Louis knows where he wants his steps to carry him as he gets closer, reaching forward until he’s opening the door. He steps inside with ease. He’s back in the reading nook that he’d formed long ago in someone else’s domain. Before the owner of the domain pops in, his thoughts echo throughout rather than be spoken out loud. He hopes it reaches where it needs to go. Best to try. Louis settles fingers along the replicated couch he once sat upon to read ages ago in another lifetime and runs them along to feel the same velvet from then.
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He has one blackboard for public consumption, but his theories are in a private space where only a few people can access, as they're a bit doomsday for him. Istredd always senses people when they enter his space but he typically leaves them alone unless they seem lost or are brand new and might need instruction. What he doesn't expect is a familiar voice reaching out to him, and he hears it clear as day. Louis was one of the first people he made a telepathic connection with.
He knows where to go since this is one of the spaces he kept around so in a blink he's there, forming himself into the area that Louis created.
"Louis!" Istredd smiles ear-to-ear, very wide for him, and his delight can almost be felt in the air around them. He goes in for a hug, hoping it isn't getting into Louis' personal space too much to be a problem, but they bonded closely in the Pit. It's something he'll never forget. "Good to see you, brutha."
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“I’ve heard you’re quite the established figure now,” he says with a hint of proudness. It’s the perks of having extra stellar hearing. Louis had also asked about Istredd in Nocwich to try and see if his friend was around. Now that he has him here, he has much to ask, to say, but as he gives Istredd a tight squeeze, he finds that he has truly been deprived of a proper hug. What he’s been through comes to the surface for a briefness, the hug becoming exactly what he needs aside from a simple reunion of friends. He’s silent for a moment, and holds on for fractions of seconds longer before leaning back to get a proper look at Istredd, his hands going to his shoulders to squeeze. He keeps the short distance between them.
“It’s good to see you as well.” More than anything, although he only spent about a year in Abraxas, he hadn’t gotten as close back home as he had after the Pit experience. He’s not sure what it says about him that Daniel had been somewhat close to being a friend than all his decades allowed. His smile reflects it. “I wanna hear what’s new with you. More importantly. How have you been? Still in that relationship of yours?”
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"Lucifer and I are still together, yes. It was new then but it's very strong now." They've been tight since they met but being together has made them a unit as unbreakable as one can get. He knows the name means something to Louis that it doesn't to him, having no devil to speak of that he knows of, but he hopes Louis will find that his Lucifer is not the one he's heard of. Well, not exactly. He's never been under an illusion that his love is perfect.
"What has happened since then. Well, so much. There was a coup in Thorne, our royals were slaughtered and a new regime placed. They've begun a real war against the Free Cities. You'll hear some about it in Solvunn, they dropped their neutrality and allied with the Free Cities." So the political situation in this sphere has changed dramatically since then. The war truly is active and while the Summoned haven't been forced to be a part of it.
"You missed quite an experience. In April, we were all sucked into a group vision of a possible future for us. Where we were gods and roaming in this land, worshipped and free." It had a significant impact on Istredd but most other people too.
𝐒𝐀𝐌.
the woods are daunting, dark and looming. he’s told there are creatures in there, but that’s not what prevents him from going inside. perhaps he came for the ghost of a comfort. lestat had been in abraxas once and the ever thirst of his brought him to the hunting woods often. of course, it’s foolish to be reminiscent, but he still yearns out of habit. perhaps it’s for the best he is the only one of his world here, since he still needs to figure out what it means to be on his own without a companion.
the locals leave him alone, his frame almost seeming carved from stone if he truly stills in his silence; becoming a david of someone’s making. he shakes his head and turns to leave, but spots a man not too off from where he's standing. he’s rather tall, and probably stands out often in specific crowds. without his senses sharp, he can't tell how long the man has been there as well. louis is glad his gifts are without their full spark for now. it makes it almost human to be standing next to a stranger and not be able to read their thoughts. after a couple more moments of silence, he decides to be social and tilt his head into a glance. }
You haven’t been in there either, have you?
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he triple checks that he has the time in the territory and pushes outward, exploring the outskirts along the treeline.
he doesn't know what could be inside. for someone who knew his own world and the creatures there-in like the back of his hand, he's a novice here. a quick study, yes, but, he knows there are more politics to take into account. that anyone inside may have families of their own. that there may be wolves, too. he did learn about the two separate territories, the vampires and the werewolves.
he doesn't dare go inside.
he loses himself in thought for a few seconds, maybe minutes, until someone nearby asks someting.
he doesn't recognize him, wouldn't, he's the new one here, not his brother. he gives the trees one more look before shaking his head and walking his way over, stepping over any branches sticking out. )
You?
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{ certainly there's irony in his words, but the stranger doesn't need to know how deep it runs. at least not then. he'd gotten used to putting the effort of blending in back home when he'd encounter people, but in a world like abraxas sometimes it can be picked up that he's not necessarily quite human. he's okay with it here since he isn't flaunting. the hunting woods is about sport. louis isn't the sort of hunter most vampires in his life have been.
it's not necessarily the whole truth as well, since he has been both hunted and hunter for the sake of survival. louis isn't seeking it out, which in part is what has kept him at the outskirts. although his senses are dimmed, louis can briefly hear the faint beat of the stranger's heart to indicate he's a whole living person before it cuts out. it brings forth a twitch of his mouth that forms into a polite smile when the man's frame is clearer. }
Name's Louis de Pointe du Lac. { sorry, he has to be a bit dramatic and say the full name. } You'll have to forgive me if you're one of the Summoned. Seems I'm back again. I didn't know everyone back then if you'd been here, but you could have also just arrived?
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The name catches in his mind. Louis would be less recognizable but it's everything strung together which strikes a cord. It's certainly not Sam's cup of tea, but he's devoured every piece of vampire, werewolf, and all-kind-of monster fiction he could find.
He blinks away the subtle recognition, thought sitting on the edge of his mind, but not saying anything else out loud.
Years ago, he and Dean were sucked into an episode of Scooby Doo. He didn't tell them who they were, either. It's not exactly like it, but with parallel worlds running against each other (and maybe not even parallel), it's very possible that someone named Louis De Pointe Du Lac exists. He doesn't have an encyclopedic knowledge of his life, but he is well aware of Louis' Anne Rice origins. )
A little of both, actually. I just arrived and I've been here before, but I don't remember either time.
( Which brings with it, a learning curve. )