Eleventh Gift | [accidental video]

[agodintheopen]

[ Guess what Lestat's doing? Yep! He hasn't left once this week, instead holing himself up in Buffy's apartment, at the small table in the living room. Behind him in a large pile of crumpled up papers, and in front of him is a tall stack of papers that he appears to be writing. Every so often, he'll frown, make a frustrated sound, and then crumple

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[demnargles]

Hard at work?

[agodintheopen]

Ahh, Luna. I was wondering when we'd speak again.

[demnargles]

Were you?

[agodintheopen]

I was. You're quite an entertaining distraction.

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[slayery]

[ Coming and going as usual was a lot less usual when Lestat was glued to one spot that didn't involve the hermitry of his own room. She could've sworn he was in the exact same place when she'd left and come home the last three days. She hadn't really talked to him since their last exchange, either. It left her thinking a lot, though, and today when she came home and he was in the same spot...

Let's just say she's decided it's time to talk to him.

So she saunters in and plops down right beside him, leaning over and being nosy about these papers of his. ]

Whatcha doin'?

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[agodintheopen]

[ Lestat didn't mind the nosiness at all. In fact, he sighed with relief at the much-needed attention, and turned to face her directly. He looked stressed, but he forced a smile. ]

Writing a song, cherie.

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[slayery]

[ Her eyes raise and she smiles, a little sideways, just one side of her lips. ]

What's it about?

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[agodintheopen]

Adstringendum. Maybe a song about the world we're all sharing will make it seem just a little bit better.

[ He motions to the spot next to him. ]

Care to help me with it?

LATER//DATE.

[slayery]

[ So she pretties herself up, and she gets their little apartment as dinner-date ready and pretty as it can be... She's freshly clean and ... More dressed up she's been in a really... really long time. And also pacing because he's not home yet and for some really ridiculous reason she's nervous. ]

Re: LATER//DATE.

[agodintheopen]

[ Well, he's late because he visited those omelet-chicken-things, and the chocolate cows. Oh, and he killed one of the monsters and brought home a gallon of their blood, just so he has something to eat.

As he walks in, he's... immaculately clean, all things considered. A freshly-pressed velvet, orchid-colored suit with a fluffy, cream-colored cravat with matching undersleeves. A golden pocket-watch chain hangs from one of the suit's breast pockets, to the opposite side's pants pocket. Classic vampire look, sure, but he wanted to look the part for his date with a slayer. ]

I hope I'm only fashionably late.

[ He says, as full-of-himself as ever, and places down the china plates with the omelettes on them; they were prepared incredibly fancy, not sloppy at all. Meanwhile, he has a glass chalice in his hand full of monster blood, with the slight scent of brandy mixed in with the smell of blood. ]

[slayery]

[ That's really funny because she was planning on... If things went well... Letting him feed on her again. She might bring it up later. Maybe.

She smiles when she sees him, though the... extreme-vampy look does make her second-glance him and laugh a little. ]

You really pulled out all the stops, didn'tcha?

[ But still, she can't help the beaming. He looks good, if not incredibly cliche and a little... Well, a lot behind fashion times. ]

So.

[agodintheopen]

I just wanted to drive home the fact that you're on a date with a vampire.

[ Snarky, but the tone of his voice clearly implies that he's just playfully teasing her. He places the plates down on their little table, and takes a sip of the liquor-laced wine. Even if he knew she might let him feed on her, blood and liquor weren't a meal, it was a pleasure treat that was only mildly nourishing. ]

You look beautiful.