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The Den – DNYRE
Despite the neat, museum-like aesthetic, this room looks the most lived in. The tables are made of glass. The walls are painted a deep blue. The furniture is modern with square edges and rounded edges jutting out in strange places. But there are indents worn into the cushions and there are books with markers on the end table. There’s also an aquarium along one wall, filled with tropical fish.
A big screen television is hangs on the wall above an entertainment center that has all of the latest video game systems. A black basket holds remotes and controllers. A shelf of board games sits off the side.
♛ Lestat had caught a glimpse of the aquarium from the doorway and was immediately drawn to it. He grasped Daniel’s arm and tugged him into the room with him as he admired the beautifully lit ecosystem. Enormous, it was, and there were even areas of blacklighting, in which some of the creatures seemed packed with different pastel shades of bioluminescence, fins translucent as glass.
“Marvelous tank you have here, Daniel.” Lestat nodded courteously to his host. “Oh, and I must say also, I believe the ‘99 Syrah was very well done.” Lestat raised his half-full glass and drained it. Not just blood, but a spiked concoction with wine and something else… Lestat couldn’t quite detect the drug, but the overall effect had certainly eased his tense mood. Perhaps it was no more a drug than actually enjoying being welcomed so warmly into the presence of his coven. For they were HIS coven, after all.
Willow saw her opportunity. Lestat was at his desk writing with the quill pens he so loved to use. ‘ Annoy Lestat scene one.’ She walked up to his desk and stared at him. When he paid her no mind she immediately decided to stretch on the side of his leg, claws unsheathed. It was her favorite way to start annoying the blonde and usually led to her hitting the ground running or sending a silent plea to Danny to be saved. Sometimes she would have to opt for Louis if Daniel wasn’t close.
♛ Lestat was in the middle of signing a stack of checks, making sure each one had his perfect flourish of a signature. Of course, normally, Louis would handle these financial details, but Lestat meant to keep these purchases secret – at least for now – and, as if sent on a mission, Louis’ little minion was here! Lestat could smell Louis’s scent on the animal, she must have enjoyed a recent cuddle. Infuriating.
“Lucky for you that I don’t snack in the house anymore… You mewling quim!” He smirked at himself, pleased at the little pop culture reference that only Daniel, had he been within earshot, would’ve truly appreciated. Lestat merely glanced at her with an arched brow… he rarely attempted to pet Willow. She would toy with him, letting him reach for her, before jumping away. Why did Louis insist on keeping these creatures that clawed at furniture, knocked over porcelain and glassware, and incessantly whined to be let out, only moments later to be heard crying out pitifully at the door begging for reentry??! Their habits were confounding. How Louis drew any love from the little beasts was similarly puzzling. Dogs were simply lovable, cats were an enigma at best. He grunted and attempted to ignore her.
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