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‘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 ❤

She waited for Lestat to rub her ears before huffing and making her way to his lap. ‘You’re a jerk, but I refuse to be a sore loser.’ She sent him mentally, getting up on his shoulders to lick his cheek before settling down in a ball on his lap. Oh, what would Danny say if he could see the rivalry settled down before the holidays? Could a vampire die from a heart attack? She mused over these questions as Lestat ran his hand down her back and rubbing her ears. Eventually, she fell asleep in her favorite rivals lap.

♛ He savored her quiet submission and gentlemanly obliged her when she headbumped his hand to encourage petting. "Who’s a good girl, hmmm?” he crooned as she curled up onto his lap, her soft fur just brushing the bare skin of his waist. Reclining further, he could see how some might call such an experience therapeutic; her paws kneaded at his legs as she arranged herself, and the rumbling purr was deeply satisfying. It seemed to sweep away some of his own nagging thoughts. “Isn’t this better than being at odds with eachother?”

What would Daniel think, were he to return and find Lestat this way, his designer jeans sprinkled with cat hair? Would he laugh and point to this as evidence, knowing how little Lestat cared for cats as a species, that Lestat had finally gone soft because of Willow? And more to the point, her insubordinate behavior? Then again, Lestat was naked to the waist, Daniel could probably be enticed into other lines of thought.

Still, it felt comforting to have this trusting creature sleeping on him. As he combed his nails gently through her fur, he was reminded of another small warm bundle that had once occupied his lap like this, Claudia. Now he began to tear up. Shameful how sweetly that memory stung. A night, in another life, when his own child felt safe and warm, sleeping with her father, as he combed her hair.

Catfight : Lestat vs. Willow (ノ ゜Д゜)ノ ︵ ┻━┻