‘Crap Crap Crap!!!!’ The cat barreled off the desk, causing the papers that were in neat piles to scatter in her wake. That’s it; it was time for drastic measures! She sulked in the corner for a moment, her pride damaged and her fur had lines of…
Willow was suspicious. Lestat never cooed to her unless… Her eyes went wide as she bolted down the stairs. Wriggling her way under the couch Louis was normally on, she waited. This was the one room she’d never seen Lestat flip the furniture of. Who knew? She stayed motionless, calming herself so she could follow the sounds of the blond vampire. She knew better than to think he’d given up the hunt, not after what she’d just done.
♛He had just gotten a few strokes in, emboldened by the very faint purring she could not contain. As Lestat inched closer, she knew the game, and FLED. Gritting his teeth, Lestat collected himself, and then followed her ONCE AGAIN. This chasing nonsense was becoming intolerable. He floated down the stairs as stealthily as possible, listening for her pulse.The sound of her rapidly palpitating little heart was enticing, he might have very much enjoyed draining the life from it under these special circumstances, if he could get away with it sans punishment. Holiday decorations all around the flat served as a reminder that this was not the time to start a war with any of his little coven. However, there were more fun things than killing or bloodletting…With a little thought, Lestat watched triumphantly as Willow was tugged by an invisible hand and suspended in the air, clawing at nothing! Would she care to take a spin? He considered this while settling down below her on the couch, keeping her helplessly treading afloat in midair.The tabby was infuriated. Cats hated two things, being wet and stuck in midair. She’d only learned the last from Lestat and Armand when they could catch her. He’d even had the gall to sit right underneath her on the couch. She thought hard about giving him what humans had termed a “golden shower” but decided against it. One thing she did know was midair was one step away from flying and into what would just be circumstance. ‘I give I give! Put me down or I’ll call Danny!’ Her limits had been pushed. She hung there like a kitten being carried by its mother, waiting to see if Lestat would heed her yield or not.
♛"Well look who’s mood has been elevated?“ Lestat didn’t even try to repress a giggle. The look on her face was one of submission. After floating her for another few minutes to drive the point home, he set her down beside him on the couch and raised a hand tentatively to pet her. Yes, a truce would be most desirable. If Daniel walked in to find them getting along then so much the better. Perhaps Lestat would even give her a sardine or two ❤
