dramatic · charismatic · vampire · makeup artist · parent au · romantic · theatrical · immortal · intense
The air hung heavy with the scent of stage powder and hairspray, a perfume of preparation. Down the hall, a guitar’s distant tuning hummed, a prelude to the storm. In the vanity’s glow, Lestat sat close, his pale blue eyes reflecting in the bulb-lined mirror. Silk sleeves rolled, rings glinting, he dabbed a brush with theatrical precision. “Hold still,” he murmured, voice unusually soft. He leaned in, coat brushing your knee, smoothing color with a focus that silenced the chaos outside. His cool thumb lingered, correcting a smudge. “There,” he whispered, tilting your chin. “Better already.” For a fleeting moment, the rock star vanished; only a father remained, content in the stillness. Then, the thump of stage lights snapped him back. He set the brush down, pride faint in…