[ sometime after sunset, david may notice a slight disturbance in the compound. not for too long, just a sense of confusion at first, quickly eased over with a quick serenity that feels almost too rushed.
naturally, it's lestat - though this may not be completely obvious to david's senses. he's located the compound and has charmed his way through the front door, a mixture of the mind gift and sweet talking that has proven especially effective. it turns out that name dropping david earns him quite the delighted response from his followers, particularly the intoxicated young women who seem head over heels for the man.
naturally, he helps himself to not just a discreet bite to the neck of one or two giddy young women, but also to the potent blue smoke that the others seem too happy to share. it's enough to leave the blond delightfully hazy and loose limbed, twined around handsy young women atop a couch in the back.
in his current state of intoxication, his mind is pleasantly unguarded, adding another voice to no doubt what must be a constant buzz of thoughts for david to sift through.]
( in his commune-house-construct, the inside of which makes no real sense other than to drive home the fact that it's david and his ability to bend and shape and warp reality around him, david's attention tends to be ... less vigilant. sure, he listens out for division three and farouk, of any sign of trouble in that regard, but that's about as far as things go. his girls (and boys, though there are fewer of those) can take care of themselves, and to be permanently on edge would — well, it'd ruin the mood.
so: he has no idea lestat's here. he splits his time between the wide, open cavern where only lenny usually bothers to bother him, and the rest of the house. it's want of company — or, well, love and want themselves — rather than anything else that has him going from the former to the latter, and though david's under no illusions about what the commune is — a cult full of people looking for their next fix and to be fixed — he tends not to think of it so negatively.
he's happy. they're happy. where's the problem in that?
his appearance earns a series of delighted squeals, one then two then three, like dominoes — "daddy's here!" — which is reciprocated in kind by gentle murmurs and a masturbatory, blissed out sort of pleasure to the adoration until—.
lestat.
rather than overt irritation, it's bemusement. david's perhaps the best-tempered lestat's seen him, although his thoughts shift ostensibly to a giant question mark at the sight of lestat here. he waves away a woman pawing at his arm, expression distracted, gaze fixed wholly on him. )
[ lestat too, is quite lazy and loose limbed from the various intoxicants in both the blood and the smoke, in a good mood as a result. at the chain reaction caused by david's appearance he perks up, untwining himself and looking around for the other man.
their eyes meet across the room and lestat cannot help but smirk at david's clear confusion. wonderfully taken aback, just as he'd hoped.
he's up in a heartbeat, padding across the room to approach david gracefully. the girls surrounding the other man part for him, a chorus of welcoming chimes and fond looks.]
You are not the only one with tricks.
[ he purrs, steps into david's personal space and loops arms around the smaller man's neck. around them, the followers croon and sigh, still pawing at david for attention of their own whilst lestat smiles lazily, toys with the fine hairs on the back of the other man's nape. ]
Welcome home, Daddy.
[ definitely taking the piss, but he's sluggish and a bit cuddly about it, all things considered.]
it's not annoying enough to warrant a spike of irritation, or — well, no, it would be, ordinarily, but right now, david finds he doesn't have it in him. his gaze flickers to his left, towards a brunette that's been a part of this for long enough that david should know her name, but he's never really bothered to learn many of them — he doesn't need to, after all — just as she half-murmurs, half-pleads something about how they've been waiting.
his gaze flits back to lestat, although there's a breath of a pause as he seemingly reflexively leans into lestat's touch before half-catching himself. he pauses, but he doesn't flinch, doesn't attempt to step out from under lestat's arms. nor does he look back to the brunette — marigold, a thought (whose? he doesn't know) helpfully supplies — as he remarks, ) We've got a guest.
( if he notices the mocking intended in lestat's greeting, there's no sign of it. instead, he's calm, placid. attentive enough, but less intense than usual. )
Have you been helping him settle in?
( ostensibly asked to the room at large, but with the way that david's gaze doesn't leave lestat, it's clear he's less interested in the enthused answers of yes, daddy! and of course, daddy! and more interested in lestat's response. )
[ sweet, actually, how relaxed david is here amongst his adoring followers. lestat expected a snap in return, a hasty retreat to his physicality. it works for him, as loose limbed and affectionate as the blue smoke has made the vampire; textures and warmth feel good, david smells good, as does the eager women around them both. ]
Oui, your entourage has been most welcoming. Quite an attractive collection you have here, cher. Such devotion to their handsome leader.
[ slow, drowsy blinks down at the other man; clearly from the size of lestat's pupils, he's quite intoxicated, as is evident by the way he traces his finger up and down the smooth slope of david's neck. into his hairline and back, only pausing to untangle himself and step away.]
We have all been eager for your arrival. Won't you come join us?
[ perhaps he had initially arrived with another intent - to tease and bother david some more, perhaps. but the sensual pleasures have eroded such purposes so that even if david had not arrived, the vampire would have happily spent his evening amongst the tangle of warm bodies and soothing tones.
its where he pads back to now - the welcoming embrace of a short haired blond thing on the couch, whom he crawls over to nuzzle into the neck of, much to her delight. the woman giggles at the brush of his lips and nose against her jaw, drags the vampire down into the cushions to kiss lazily. now laid out on his back with a lap full of blond, lestat opens an eye to peer at david across the room, watching to see what he would do. unguarded, just curious. ]
(entourage. the term earns a slight tilt of david's head, ostensibly disagreement even if there's no real sharpness to it. )
We're a family, ( he corrects, the words firm but gentle as lestat's fingers slide out of his hair and graze the back of his neck as he steps away. it's fine, the mistake's — well, it's not understandable, but it's forgivable. lestat has an entourage, people that flock to him because of who he says he is, what he says he is, what he does. it's understandable, he's just mapping what he knows onto this. )
'Collection' makes it sound ugly. They—. ( his gaze narrows, circles up and round like he's flicking through a rolodex of words, trying to find just the right one. ) Choose me, I don't make them come.
Isn't that right? ( a glance sideways; a chorus of yeses. he doesn't say anything about how much of it is their choice to stay.
it's an eclectic space — low, soft-cushioned sofas in rich tones of the sort lestat sinks into now; round, multipurpose sofa beds made of wood and designed to look like a bird's nest, full of cushions and blankets, large enough for three or more; lamps that take the form of prepostuously large eggs; plants — trees and flowers — everywhere, all of it illuminated by liquid blue running in pipes along the walls, floor to ceiling. the colour of love.
the lighting suits lestat, emphasises the fullness — sharpness — of his slightly-too-large mouth, the brightness of his eyes, the unnatural shine of his nails, the lustre of his hair. with the way that he fixes his one open eye on david, david assumes lestat know that. assumes, too, that he's waiting for a response. reaction? reaction. he's not jealous, why would he be jealous? this is his space.
nevertheless, dora — one of his favourites, she's been with him (them, he and lenny and salmon, he supposes, but mostly him) since near the start — tugs at his hand, leading him towards lestat. david complies, sitting on an array of mismatched blankets on the floor near the couch, legs crossed, looking up at lestat. the curve of his lips is pleasant, watchful, and he holds dora's hand in place on his left knee as she sits next to him. )
[ the correction is digested silently. david can insist all he likes, but if it walks like a harem and talks like a harem, then... quite similar to stereotypical, cocky vampires settling down in a little den of sin, keeping plenty of bodies available for both fucking and food. mortals hooked on the body high and whatever sweet oblivion the vampire chooses to offer them.
these mortals too, are malleable, welcoming the place beyond thought. soft animal reassurance. lestat offers it to the woman straddling him, a gentle probe to her mind, a suggestion to her synapses of bliss, of pleasure. she shivers atop him, thighs clenching and murmurs something playfully scolding into his ear. the others around the room do not seem to notice in the slightest. such activities are no doubt commonplace in the hazy home david has curated. ]
Mm. [ lestat gives his approval, a satisfied rumble. ] Cozy. Although it is not what I had expected. Something a touch more primitive, perhaps? This is far more akin to the underground clubs I play in on occasion.
[ the neon, the slight decay, the indulgence. less alcohol, less violence, all swept under a blissful haze. ]
I did not expect to find such harmony, I admit. Such beauty to be enjoyed, shared. [ he catches dora's eye and smiles, even as his own companion mouths at his neck somewhere out of view, arching atop him from just a trace of a claw along her thigh.
no flicker of his eyes towards david, though there's certainly an invisible weight of observation the psychic may feel. settling just outside of the man's mind, as if that fingertip were still stroking down the length of his neck. he's here for david, much like everyone else in the house. no different to the rest of the little family, though certainly more dangerous. ]
( david almost points out that everything lestat says just proves that he'd misjudged and misunderstood david, that everything he took from whatever he'd seen in david's memories, was wrong. ironic, perhaps, given the way that lestat had insisted that molloy's book was an unfactual mess, incomplete and unfair.
(david, of course, doesn't consider for a second that his own interpretation of his past is particular, not wholly embedded in fact. farouk may have altered his memories, may have confused him and may have made him forget, but some of that—
—some of it was just david.)
instead, david watches with what's at first almost detached interest as lestat makes the blonde on his lap shiver and shudder in pleasure, as she leans into his ear and whispers something that david doesn't bother to listen — not out of politeness, but because there are other thoughts that take precedence. the weight of lestat's presence on his, the feeling of his mind, weighted, like a blanket.
david's eyes flutter close for a beat, lestat's french-accented vowels and consonants hanging in the almost-silence but for the thrum of disco in the background. (where from? it doesn't matter.)
his eyes open and he leans into dora, a hand ghosting along her back and coming to rest on the curve of her waist as he leans into her and offers a quiet suggestion, head tilting back towards lestat. shared, lestat had said, and the word had felt heavy, pointed.
david doesn't stretch out, doesn't shift his weight, but he does let go of dora's hand, a silent encouragement for her to join lestat and company on the couch, as david watches, his gaze entirely fixed on lestat. entirely because, annoyingly, lestat isn't looking at him.
[ david does not seem to buck at the lazy mental observation, the coiling around his mind. a big cat settling near prey, half dozing but watchful.
perhaps it's fortunate that lestat does not know farouk himself, nor the nature of the parasitic relationship held for many years of david's life. doesn't know how the man slipped often into french tinged with the uniquely moroccan lilt, the easy flow into arabic. that a weight settling against david's mind with such casual power and that accent may provoke or soothe, depending.
whether lestat would choose to use this to his advantage or flinch at the comparison was too, best left unknown.
but the mortal dora crawls onto the couch beside him and lestat snaps back into focus, gives her another genial smile. tips his head back in an unspoken prompt for a kiss, which the brunette seems only too happy to adorn him with.
david's scent is all over her, that clean masculine soap with the chemical underlay of the smoke wafting through the rooms. lestat smiles through the slide of lips, gently nips her just to watch the woman start in surprise, a smattering of giggles following.]
Did I say that?
[ silky, intimate, as if in david's ear. from behind dora, his eyes find david's - pale on bright electric - and he tilts his head, strokes a finger on each hand up the woman's spines to make them shudder once more. mind tricks, tweaking synapses.]
( as lestat nips at dora, david's attention jerks, fleeting, momentary, reactive. he could not, if he wanted, but the entire space, his enlightenment house as he and lenny had taken to calling it, is a feedback loop built around their happiness feeding into his. love into complacency into contentment. he doesn't feel what she feels, not really, but he feels how she perceives it, the brief, sudden shock that arcs into pleasure and surprise, the two overlapping until it's not clear which is which.
david, in and of himself, is too used to the latter being linked with pain and unwelcome experiences for the reaction to be instinctual, but filtered through someone else, it's different.
(where lestat's aware, even now, of the smell of vapour, david's used to it to the extent that it's unremarkable, it fades into the background as merely an expected accompaniment to existence.)
still, he inhales a breath as dora giggles. lestat's voice (thoughts-voice) is close, and david doesn't bother to establish the difference between the physical and other, not as lestat's gaze meets his. his is hungry, intent, though his gaze drops to lestat's hands as he answers, )
We share each other.
( and he means it, that much is obvious. who would he be otherwise? self-loathing? insecure and uncertain? his fingers press into his knees. )
[ how interesting. the hungry stare, the subtle reactions lestat can observe and feel flickering on the mental level. was there a connection there?
testing, lestat holds david's gaze as his face is turned to the blonde now, meeting her mouth in an open kiss. his hand traces back up her spine, mind slipping from david's to tangle with hers. a suggestion once more of pleasure and her body reacts, gasping into his mouth and grinding down onto the vampire below her. ]
Est-ce que ça fait du bien?
[ does it feel good? he murmurs to her, voice echoing into david's thoughts very deliberately. curiously prying to see if that sensation echoed to him too, somehow. whatever odd feedback loop seemed to be occurring.]
( it's not one-for-one, that can be quickly established. what it is, is pleasure-for-pleasure, a kind of reciprocal effect of her mental perception on david's. while david doesn't react to her grinding on lestat, while there's nothing to what she does, his interest seems wholly, entirely based on what she gets in return. so the answer is 'no', in and of itself, watching does nothing for david.
—and when it comes down to it, it's about connection. what connection is there to be obtained from just observing?
lestat's french gets translated without thought: it's heard and it's understood, and david almost rolls his eyes, his gaze sliding sideways even as dora murmurs a response, something that's vaguely affirmative, that says that she doesn't understand what he's saying per se, but she's hoping - imagining - that she gets the gist. enthusiasm and assent go a long way.
it is, then, clearly honest when david responds, )
No.
( and though his attention is still fixed on lestat, it's a touch firmer, the set of his mouth a little more petulant. there are ways around the physical, he'd established that much with syd, but that'd still managed to be close enough. this isn't that. his gaze slides from lestat, to dora, to the blonde, to where lestat's hands rest, his mouth pressed together, tight, contemplative. tense.
[ there's that tension again, shifting with david's sweeping gaze. lestat wants to reach out and strum it, pluck more strings to see how the younger man would react. what it would take to make the self denial break, to lure him into temptation.
such an interesting man, with such sharp edges.
lestat makes a breathless, soft moan into dora's mouth now, eyes fluttering closed. he's got david's full attention and relishes it, the show of it all. roaming hands slipping under his buttoned shirt to expose his marble skin to the air, swathes of toned flesh down to his navel shaded in deep blue light. kiss flushed lips still shiny with saliva, his eyes cracking open again to find david's. ]
Come. Take your fill. There is plenty to go around.
[ clever fingers slip up under dora's shirt to caress a full breast, though lestat never breaks eye contact with the other man. does he imply the sharing of the women, or himself? that's for david to figure out. ]
We want Daddy to join, yes? Doesn't he look lonely by himself?
[ devilish thing he is, lestat asks the two women this with faux innocence. finally breaking eye contact to smile up at them, to purr and coo and press kisses along their throats each in turn. of course his words are met with delighted affirmations and joyful glances back at david, gestures to join the three of them. ]
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Date: 2026-04-03 01:59 pm (UTC)naturally, it's lestat - though this may not be completely obvious to david's senses. he's located the compound and has charmed his way through the front door, a mixture of the mind gift and sweet talking that has proven especially effective. it turns out that name dropping david earns him quite the delighted response from his followers, particularly the intoxicated young women who seem head over heels for the man.
naturally, he helps himself to not just a discreet bite to the neck of one or two giddy young women, but also to the potent blue smoke that the others seem too happy to share. it's enough to leave the blond delightfully hazy and loose limbed, twined around handsy young women atop a couch in the back.
in his current state of intoxication, his mind is pleasantly unguarded, adding another voice to no doubt what must be a constant buzz of thoughts for david to sift through.]
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Date: 2026-04-03 07:52 pm (UTC)so: he has no idea lestat's here. he splits his time between the wide, open cavern where only lenny usually bothers to bother him, and the rest of the house. it's want of company — or, well, love and want themselves — rather than anything else that has him going from the former to the latter, and though david's under no illusions about what the commune is — a cult full of people looking for their next fix and to be fixed — he tends not to think of it so negatively.
he's happy. they're happy. where's the problem in that?
his appearance earns a series of delighted squeals, one then two then three, like dominoes — "daddy's here!" — which is reciprocated in kind by gentle murmurs and a masturbatory, blissed out sort of pleasure to the adoration until—.
lestat.
rather than overt irritation, it's bemusement. david's perhaps the best-tempered lestat's seen him, although his thoughts shift ostensibly to a giant question mark at the sight of lestat here. he waves away a woman pawing at his arm, expression distracted, gaze fixed wholly on him. )
How did you—?
( find this place? enter? both? yes. )
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Date: 2026-04-03 11:56 pm (UTC)their eyes meet across the room and lestat cannot help but smirk at david's clear confusion. wonderfully taken aback, just as he'd hoped.
he's up in a heartbeat, padding across the room to approach david gracefully. the girls surrounding the other man part for him, a chorus of welcoming chimes and fond looks.]
You are not the only one with tricks.
[ he purrs, steps into david's personal space and loops arms around the smaller man's neck. around them, the followers croon and sigh, still pawing at david for attention of their own whilst lestat smiles lazily, toys with the fine hairs on the back of the other man's nape. ]
Welcome home, Daddy.
[ definitely taking the piss, but he's sluggish and a bit cuddly about it, all things considered.]
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Date: 2026-04-04 03:33 am (UTC)it's not annoying enough to warrant a spike of irritation, or — well, no, it would be, ordinarily, but right now, david finds he doesn't have it in him. his gaze flickers to his left, towards a brunette that's been a part of this for long enough that david should know her name, but he's never really bothered to learn many of them — he doesn't need to, after all — just as she half-murmurs, half-pleads something about how they've been waiting.
his gaze flits back to lestat, although there's a breath of a pause as he seemingly reflexively leans into lestat's touch before half-catching himself. he pauses, but he doesn't flinch, doesn't attempt to step out from under lestat's arms. nor does he look back to the brunette — marigold, a thought (whose? he doesn't know) helpfully supplies — as he remarks, ) We've got a guest.
( if he notices the mocking intended in lestat's greeting, there's no sign of it. instead, he's calm, placid. attentive enough, but less intense than usual. )
Have you been helping him settle in?
( ostensibly asked to the room at large, but with the way that david's gaze doesn't leave lestat, it's clear he's less interested in the enthused answers of yes, daddy! and of course, daddy! and more interested in lestat's response. )
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Date: 2026-04-04 04:04 am (UTC)Oui, your entourage has been most welcoming. Quite an attractive collection you have here, cher. Such devotion to their handsome leader.
[ slow, drowsy blinks down at the other man; clearly from the size of lestat's pupils, he's quite intoxicated, as is evident by the way he traces his finger up and down the smooth slope of david's neck. into his hairline and back, only pausing to untangle himself and step away.]
We have all been eager for your arrival. Won't you come join us?
[ perhaps he had initially arrived with another intent - to tease and bother david some more, perhaps. but the sensual pleasures have eroded such purposes so that even if david had not arrived, the vampire would have happily spent his evening amongst the tangle of warm bodies and soothing tones.
its where he pads back to now - the welcoming embrace of a short haired blond thing on the couch, whom he crawls over to nuzzle into the neck of, much to her delight. the woman giggles at the brush of his lips and nose against her jaw, drags the vampire down into the cushions to kiss lazily. now laid out on his back with a lap full of blond, lestat opens an eye to peer at david across the room, watching to see what he would do. unguarded, just curious. ]
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Date: 2026-04-04 06:21 pm (UTC)We're a family, ( he corrects, the words firm but gentle as lestat's fingers slide out of his hair and graze the back of his neck as he steps away. it's fine, the mistake's — well, it's not understandable, but it's forgivable. lestat has an entourage, people that flock to him because of who he says he is, what he says he is, what he does. it's understandable, he's just mapping what he knows onto this. )
'Collection' makes it sound ugly. They—. ( his gaze narrows, circles up and round like he's flicking through a rolodex of words, trying to find just the right one. ) Choose me, I don't make them come.
Isn't that right? ( a glance sideways; a chorus of yeses. he doesn't say anything about how much of it is their choice to stay.
it's an eclectic space — low, soft-cushioned sofas in rich tones of the sort lestat sinks into now; round, multipurpose sofa beds made of wood and designed to look like a bird's nest, full of cushions and blankets, large enough for three or more; lamps that take the form of prepostuously large eggs; plants — trees and flowers — everywhere, all of it illuminated by liquid blue running in pipes along the walls, floor to ceiling. the colour of love.
the lighting suits lestat, emphasises the fullness — sharpness — of his slightly-too-large mouth, the brightness of his eyes, the unnatural shine of his nails, the lustre of his hair. with the way that he fixes his one open eye on david, david assumes lestat know that. assumes, too, that he's waiting for a response. reaction? reaction. he's not jealous, why would he be jealous? this is his space.
nevertheless, dora — one of his favourites, she's been with him (them, he and lenny and salmon, he supposes, but mostly him) since near the start — tugs at his hand, leading him towards lestat. david complies, sitting on an array of mismatched blankets on the floor near the couch, legs crossed, looking up at lestat. the curve of his lips is pleasant, watchful, and he holds dora's hand in place on his left knee as she sits next to him. )
It's nice, right? This place. My home.
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Date: 2026-04-05 07:54 am (UTC)these mortals too, are malleable, welcoming the place beyond thought. soft animal reassurance. lestat offers it to the woman straddling him, a gentle probe to her mind, a suggestion to her synapses of bliss, of pleasure. she shivers atop him, thighs clenching and murmurs something playfully scolding into his ear. the others around the room do not seem to notice in the slightest. such activities are no doubt commonplace in the hazy home david has curated. ]
Mm. [ lestat gives his approval, a satisfied rumble. ] Cozy. Although it is not what I had expected. Something a touch more primitive, perhaps? This is far more akin to the underground clubs I play in on occasion.
[ the neon, the slight decay, the indulgence. less alcohol, less violence, all swept under a blissful haze. ]
I did not expect to find such harmony, I admit. Such beauty to be enjoyed, shared. [ he catches dora's eye and smiles, even as his own companion mouths at his neck somewhere out of view, arching atop him from just a trace of a claw along her thigh.
no flicker of his eyes towards david, though there's certainly an invisible weight of observation the psychic may feel. settling just outside of the man's mind, as if that fingertip were still stroking down the length of his neck. he's here for david, much like everyone else in the house. no different to the rest of the little family, though certainly more dangerous. ]
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Date: 2026-04-05 02:00 pm (UTC)(david, of course, doesn't consider for a second that his own interpretation of his past is particular, not wholly embedded in fact. farouk may have altered his memories, may have confused him and may have made him forget, but some of that—
—some of it was just david.)
instead, david watches with what's at first almost detached interest as lestat makes the blonde on his lap shiver and shudder in pleasure, as she leans into his ear and whispers something that david doesn't bother to listen — not out of politeness, but because there are other thoughts that take precedence. the weight of lestat's presence on his, the feeling of his mind, weighted, like a blanket.
david's eyes flutter close for a beat, lestat's french-accented vowels and consonants hanging in the almost-silence but for the thrum of disco in the background. (where from? it doesn't matter.)
his eyes open and he leans into dora, a hand ghosting along her back and coming to rest on the curve of her waist as he leans into her and offers a quiet suggestion, head tilting back towards lestat. shared, lestat had said, and the word had felt heavy, pointed.
david doesn't stretch out, doesn't shift his weight, but he does let go of dora's hand, a silent encouragement for her to join lestat and company on the couch, as david watches, his gaze entirely fixed on lestat. entirely because, annoyingly, lestat isn't looking at him.
david doesn't doubt it's deliberate, but—.
he exhales, wets his lips.
offers, softly, )
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Date: 2026-04-05 02:41 pm (UTC)perhaps it's fortunate that lestat does not know farouk himself, nor the nature of the parasitic relationship held for many years of david's life. doesn't know how the man slipped often into french tinged with the uniquely moroccan lilt, the easy flow into arabic. that a weight settling against david's mind with such casual power and that accent may provoke or soothe, depending.
whether lestat would choose to use this to his advantage or flinch at the comparison was too, best left unknown.
but the mortal dora crawls onto the couch beside him and lestat snaps back into focus, gives her another genial smile. tips his head back in an unspoken prompt for a kiss, which the brunette seems only too happy to adorn him with.
david's scent is all over her, that clean masculine soap with the chemical underlay of the smoke wafting through the rooms. lestat smiles through the slide of lips, gently nips her just to watch the woman start in surprise, a smattering of giggles following.]
[ silky, intimate, as if in david's ear. from behind dora, his eyes find david's - pale on bright electric - and he tilts his head, strokes a finger on each hand up the woman's spines to make them shudder once more. mind tricks, tweaking synapses.]
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Date: 2026-04-05 03:00 pm (UTC)david, in and of himself, is too used to the latter being linked with pain and unwelcome experiences for the reaction to be instinctual, but filtered through someone else, it's different.
(where lestat's aware, even now, of the smell of vapour, david's used to it to the extent that it's unremarkable, it fades into the background as merely an expected accompaniment to existence.)
still, he inhales a breath as dora giggles. lestat's voice (thoughts-voice) is close, and david doesn't bother to establish the difference between the physical and other, not as lestat's gaze meets his. his is hungry, intent, though his gaze drops to lestat's hands as he answers, ) ( and he means it, that much is obvious. who would he be otherwise? self-loathing? insecure and uncertain? his fingers press into his knees. )
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Date: 2026-04-05 03:38 pm (UTC)testing, lestat holds david's gaze as his face is turned to the blonde now, meeting her mouth in an open kiss. his hand traces back up her spine, mind slipping from david's to tangle with hers. a suggestion once more of pleasure and her body reacts, gasping into his mouth and grinding down onto the vampire below her. ]
Est-ce que ça fait du bien?
[ does it feel good? he murmurs to her, voice echoing into david's thoughts very deliberately. curiously prying to see if that sensation echoed to him too, somehow. whatever odd feedback loop seemed to be occurring.]
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Date: 2026-04-05 04:23 pm (UTC)—and when it comes down to it, it's about connection. what connection is there to be obtained from just observing?
lestat's french gets translated without thought: it's heard and it's understood, and david almost rolls his eyes, his gaze sliding sideways even as dora murmurs a response, something that's vaguely affirmative, that says that she doesn't understand what he's saying per se, but she's hoping - imagining - that she gets the gist. enthusiasm and assent go a long way.
it is, then, clearly honest when david responds, ) ( and though his attention is still fixed on lestat, it's a touch firmer, the set of his mouth a little more petulant. there are ways around the physical, he'd established that much with syd, but that'd still managed to be close enough. this isn't that. his gaze slides from lestat, to dora, to the blonde, to where lestat's hands rest, his mouth pressed together, tight, contemplative. tense.
he still wouldn't call it jealousy. )
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Date: 2026-04-05 04:55 pm (UTC)such an interesting man, with such sharp edges.
lestat makes a breathless, soft moan into dora's mouth now, eyes fluttering closed. he's got david's full attention and relishes it, the show of it all. roaming hands slipping under his buttoned shirt to expose his marble skin to the air, swathes of toned flesh down to his navel shaded in deep blue light. kiss flushed lips still shiny with saliva, his eyes cracking open again to find david's. ] [ clever fingers slip up under dora's shirt to caress a full breast, though lestat never breaks eye contact with the other man. does he imply the sharing of the women, or himself? that's for david to figure out. ]
We want Daddy to join, yes? Doesn't he look lonely by himself?
[ devilish thing he is, lestat asks the two women this with faux innocence. finally breaking eye contact to smile up at them, to purr and coo and press kisses along their throats each in turn. of course his words are met with delighted affirmations and joyful glances back at david, gestures to join the three of them. ]