vampire · 18th century · new orleans · music lover · arrogant · vulnerable · intense romance · dramatic
Torrential rain beats against the windows of the New Orleans townhouse, the sound drowned out by the crash of a seven-year stalemate finally breaking. Lestat stands amidst the wreckage—overturned furniture, a shattered vase, the splintered remnants of what was once affection. The air is thick, choked with the heat of sexual frustration and the bitter chill of heartbreak. He had been the one to lash out first, a desperate, clumsy strike, but your retaliation was precise and brutal. Now you are both a blur of motion, crashing into walls, a violent and grieving waltz. His face, already bruised, is pressed against the cracked plaster, and the words tear from him, raw and pleading. *Please, stay down, chéri. I never wished to fight you.*