Typist takeover!
So, essentially, after forcibly turning mortal!Lestat into a vampire again and nearly getting killed by him, Gabrielle needed blood. She got Mulciber first, as he was willing, but needed more than she could get from one person without killing them-- sooo, she dragged Quincey out onto the porch--
*seeing Gabrielle head for the door, moves -away-*
*sees Quincey and considers seducing*
*is rather too dissheveled to seduce, so heads right up to him*
*sort of... grabs him, yes*
*almost resignedly* . . . Hallo again.
Hello.
. . . rough night?
Yes. Come with me.
*thinks perhaps it isn't a good time to argue*
*pulls him to... hmm. Porch seems like a good idea.*
Session Close: Sun Aug 07 00:54:06 2005
Session Start: Sun Aug 07 00:55:56 2005
Session Ident: #dfporch
* Now talking in #dfporch
*grabs him and drinks*
*quite a lot and not particularly gently, either*
*flinches and tries to pull away*
*none of that, no*
*holds tight*
*draws in a sharp breath and gives up*
*pulls away with a satisfied gasp*
*takes a step or two back, watching her-- he's not used to seeing her less than completely composed*
*embraces him again and leans her head against his shoulder*
*sort of... clings*
*startled, tenses a little (okay, a lot)* What happened to -you?-
I... *closes her eyes*
*even after centuries of solitude, needs to be held once in awhile*
*sort of on automatic, unable to see a lady in distress, puts his arms around her* . . . what's going on?
*lets herself be cradled* *is grateful for this, but would never admit it* I lost too much blood.
O-kay . . .
He wants to kill me, now...
Who does? *is . . . what, concerned? o_O*
Lestat. My son.
*stareblink* What for?
I turned him. Against his will. I doubt he will be angry for too long, but-- *swallows*
. . . I can see where he might be upset. *tact? what tact?*
He turned /me/.
*frowns slightly, confused (he doesn't know the backstory, after all)* Well . . . did -you- want it?
Yes.
*brain can't handle the illogic, apparently* How could you turn him if he'd already--?
He was mortal again. I don't know how.
If -he- could be human again . . . *stops and tries not to think of Lucy, because hopeful moments generally end in huge letdowns for him*
*senses what is running through his mind* However Lestat does it... it may not work again.
. . . right. *sighs* It figures.
It does. *and it does, more than he can understand*
*sighs again and tightens his arms around her, not thinking much about what he's doing-- it feels nice just to be close to someone*
*relaxes completely against him, because being taken care of suddenly does not seem such a humiliating option*
Are-- are you all right? *stupid questions much?*
*quietly* No.
I guess that should've been obvious. *faint smile* Sort of a reversal from the usual, though.
*nuzzles her face into his shoulder more as a means of agreeing*
*clings*
*strokes her hair, a little hesitantly* Hey, you'll be okay-- it can't be awful forever.
It won't. *smiles, a little bitterly* But for now...
For now. *nods* But he's not here now.
*clings tighter* Now... you are here. *looks mildly surprised at this, as if she didn't notice it before*
I . . . I guess I am. *startled sort of laugh*
*murmurs* Thank you...
*runs her hands up his back from his waist to his shoulders*
*sighs*
Don't thank me. I'm not doing much of anything. *frowns, suddenly* Nothing I -ought- to be doing, anyhow.
Nonetheless... Thank you. *is breathing on his lips*
*thinks he really ought to be leaving about now* *and yet . . . -isn't-*
*inclines head and kisses him* *softly, and warmly*
*hesitates, then, very gently, returns the kiss*
*doesn't try to seduce or draw him in* *almost a human kiss*
*breaks the kiss and draws away, just slightly* I should go. *. . . but instead of doing so, kisses her again*
*kisses back, still soft*
*breaks the kiss off and hugs him tightly* *may be crying, but doesn't make a sound*
*just -holds- her* He can't hate you forever.
*clings to him, suddenly seeming very small* No.
*shivers a little*
It'll be okay. It -will.- *tries to ignore the fact that she's rather cold against him*
*tiny voice* I know. *is not as cold as she could be, given that she's got fresh blood in her, but still*
*suddenly is struck with the urge to laugh, because the whole thing is entirely too strange for him, but resists* *may have some tact, after all*
*gently touches the fresh bite on his neck*
*winces, slightly*
*almost inaudibly* I'm sorry.
. . . you are?
Yes. I shouldn't have. I wouldn't have, if I hadn't needed to.
*pulls away a bit* So you needed to. You were-- well, look. Most people would say you shouldn't-- that you shouldn't have the other times, either.
*looks slightly pained* Would you say that?
I . . . *honestly doesn't know how to respond to this*
*looks into his eyes, then hugs him again*
*shakes his head* Seems like I hardly ever know what to say anymore.
*winds a hand in his hair*
*kisses the bite, very gently*
*draws in a shaky little breath and pulls away*
No?
I always say no. *sighs* It doesn't seem to make a difference.
I don't need any more.
Tonight, I won't take any more.
Glad to hear it. *goes to sit on the porch swing, a little shaky*
*sits next to him* Have I hurt you?
*shrugs* It'll heal. Most things do.
*takes his hand and strokes his fingers*
. . . you're -different- when something's shaken you up.
In some ways.
I don't think I ever heard you apologize for anything before.
I usually do not.
So why now?
I shouldn't have been so rough.
*touches the fresh bite again* With this one.
*winces again* It doesn't matter.
Doesn't it?
It doesn't make much difference in the long run, does it?
I have noticed that you like it much better when I... *leans in and nibbles his neck, not even breaking the skin*
*half-closes his eyes* When you . . .?
*so soft* *lays a few kisses on his jaw* When I am gentle.
*can't help but smile, slightly*
. . . I shouldn't like it at all. -Any- way.
You cannot help it. No one can.
*quietly* Art didn't like it.
Perhaps he did. *strokes his collarbone*
*shakes his head* No. He-- he tried to fight, the first time. I didn't.
*rests her hand on his neck and licks the fresh bite, testing the texture of the healing skin*
*doesn't flinch or pull away this time* I guess he's always been a little better, though.
Not better. More contrary.
No. He's stronger. Keeps his head about him. Doesn't get carried away. *omg,sobitter* No wonder Lucy chose him.
*stops what she's doing* I doubt she chose him for that..
. . . Lucy's a good girl. So she'd want a good man.
And you believe you are not?
*runs a shaky hand through his hair* I want to be. I -try- to be.
I believe you are.
Yeah? *laughs, weakly* Pardon my saying so, but I don't know how much faith I ought to put in your opinion.
I know my share about evil.
So what do -you- call evil?
What you do, I am sure.
. . . I call killing evil. Do you?
No.
Murder is evil. Killing is necessary.
What's murder, to you?
Killing unnecessarily.
And when is it necessary? I mean . . . that's always the problem, right?
One life for another, or a life for a soul, or . . .
When circumstances and not emotions dictate it.
*sighs*
It sounds almost simple, like that.
It is. *brushes his cheek with her lips*
It isn't. You can't just factor out emotions.
You-- you do what you think you have to and then you regret it anyhow.
*wants to comfort him, but isn't quite sure how*
*headachey* I guess it doesn't matter. You do what you can.
*runs her fingers through his hair and kisses his cheek*
*turns his head toward her and kisses his lips*
*relaxes a bit*
*relaxation?*
*does not have relaxation in mind, so much*
*oh,my*
*bites his bottom lip*
*...butnot-too-hard.*
*shivers slightly and returns the kiss*
*kisses, rather aggressively*
*pulls her closer, keeping a rather rough grip on her*
*likes this, oh yes* *digs her fingers into his back*
*breaks the kiss, breathing a little more heavily now* *almost laughs* You still think I like it better when you're gentler?
*smiles* -I- like this. Do you?
I'd be lying if I said no. And lying's sin as much as anything else.
*nips at his chin* No lies, then...
Not now, anyway.
Why should you, or I, lie?
There are some things you just don't -tell- everyone.
After all, a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell.
Of course not. *smiles*
And a lady consents to what her gentleman companion requests... *smirks, slightly*
But then, a gentleman is not demanding.
*runs a finger over his lips, lingering slightly where she bit it* *breathy* No, a gentleman requests.
*catches her hand* But he shouldn't ask too much.
Not to begin with...
*slightly flushed*
No. *presses his lips to the back of her hand* It really wouldn't do.
*opens her mouth* But if a lady is willing--
*draws away a bit* But a lady shouldn't be -too- willing.
She should trust a gentleman's judgment, should she not?
*smiles* Yes. She should.
*waits*
And a gentleman-- *stands*-- errs on the side of caution.
*remains where she is* *suddenly looks very inviting* And leaves ladies unsatisfied?
*hesitates*
*looks at him with large, pretty, preternatural eyes*
Oh, but . . . *his smile is forced, now* a lady never reveals her disappointments.
She should never be disappointed, should she?
Self-denial is a virtue.
But if a gentleman has conducted himself satisfactorily, nothing needs be denied.
Well. *smiiiiles* I never said I was a gentleman. Maybe you ought to talk to one of my friends.
Then you are free to demand what you want from me, are you not?
Maybe. If I decide I want it.
*smirks*
Let me know if you do.
* Gabrielle has left #dfporch
Session Close: Sun Aug 07 05:16:59 2005