Based off of the Le Mort Joyeux plot, in which Louis and Nicolas meet in 1970s San Francisco.
Louis’ hand followed the wooden banister as he ascended the steps behind the other vampire. He moved slowly, reaching the third floor a few paces after this “Nicolas.” He could hear music playing in an occupied apartment down the hall, a recording of The Beatle’s Hey Jude. It smelled of incense here too; bohemian indeed.
“Take me to heaven or hell.” They were the first words he’d spoken since they’d left the bridge. – The other man’s voice had a soft, beautiful cadence to it, slipping into Nicolas’ ears like a secret. He turned around to face him, his face gentle, playfully inquisitive. He stepped forward, closing the distance between them, breathing in the vampire’s scent, the sound and smell of the blood pumping underneath his flesh. He shrugged, gracefully, his eyes finding those shocking green ones. “How about a little of both, hm?”
ooc: ok but @obsessional-ram made me think about it for a second and i’m like…you know when u have super major cries where snot drips down ur nose??? replace snot with blood for ricean vampires.
“if you’re labouring under the misapprehension that lestat is cool allow me to correct you, lestat is not cool he is a whiny, needy little cry baby and i love him for it” [x]
Just beginning to drift off, there was a soft rapping at my coffin. “Louis?”
Movement was difficult. Rather just stay down. Pretended to sleep.
“Louis, are you awake?”
He wouldn’t let up. “Can this wait ‘till tomorrow?“
A brief silence, and the rustling of fabric. He was probably wringing his hands.
I rallied my strength and pushed the lid of my coffin aside a few inches. “Well, what is it?”
When I saw his face I immediately regretted my tone. Tears wobbled in his eyes, a few red trails of tears already marked his cheek. He leaned back as if to step away.
“Oh, Lestat, I’m so sorry, please, what’s wrong?” I said, opening the lid enough to sit up and reach for him. He hesitated, then knelt down, shivering a little as our hands met.
“I- I miss her. A little girl tonight… I bought her a doll… and she smiled…” He managed, shoulders folding in like a bird’s wings. I was so drained, though, the sunrise was rapidly approaching. “She had sweet little dimples just like… just like…”
“Shhh, get in, here, there’s room for you,” I tossed out a few ragged old pillows I normally used. He was shaking a little as I guided him in, and let me arrange him. I shut the lid and fell back finally as he wrapped his arms around me. “Better?” I looked deeply into his eyes.
“Better.” He nuzzled into my hair. “You smell like her.” He took a few more deep breaths.
“So do you, Lestat.” I gripped him tighter, his hair brushing my face, took in his wholesome scent, and let the darkness take us both.
Author’s Note: You requested a drabble with Nicolas dealing with the holiday. Well, after I sat down to write, this is what came out. I don’t know that he’s ‘dealing’ as well as he’d like to be, not this year. Also, please note below that there is a link for a video the lullaby he plays. Merry Christmas!
This is perfect and you’re perfect and I wish I was better at expressing just how wonderful you are. You know, another way than being evil to your characters.
I’m so glad I met you and a very merry Christmas to you.
you know those people who are just luminous, like they’re so beautiful and everything they do is endearing and all you can do is stare and hope that some of their light hits you someday. maybe it’s not even romantic but they’re just such people, they’re humans, and they’re so beautiful that you cannot make yourself look away
I-want-my-IWTV 