𝖘𝖆𝖑𝖙𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖙 𝖎𝖓𝖇𝖔𝖝.

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[perfectionner]

To be clear, I have no intention of abandoning this once their game has ended. I would have gladly remained outside of it, had I not been named, and you, and Louis shortly thereafter.

[ But now, his hand has been forced, and as suspicions rise, the likelihood of their being judged, and blamed, and trussed up without reasonable cause only grows. ]

And I would rather make allies of our kind, whatever our differences may be, than enemies.

[ He presses his lips together — tempered, somewhat, by Alexei’s assent — and then reaches to begin rolling up the sleeve of his dressing gown. ]

Let us seal our agreement properly, then. In blood.

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( Lexi is a bit surprised to hear the offer extends past the game. not because he disagrees with it, but because he was just unprepared for it.

but he does agree with it. in fact, he's grateful for it. the more he's in the presence of people like Louis and Lestat, the more he feels like himself. he'd never say as much to Dani, but he feels a bit restricted at times. forced to temper who and what he is in this place to be more palatable. and even that's not been enough for them.

so it's a nice feeling to not be in the presence of one he has to play games for outside his own romance.

and when that wrist is bared, offered to seal their deal in blood the way only vampires do, Lexi is off the bed. he crosses the room in a flash, taking the offered wrist. he's so close to Lestat now. so close to the scent that rolls off him, those piercing blue eyes, that sensual tone, and the feeling of his wrist beneath his thumb as he presses the pad of his thumb there.

he tilts his head away from his wrist, though he still holds it in one hand. his other hand comes up to brush back those hold curls that got Lestat in trouble with little else to blame, and brushes his fingers over his neck as he leans closer. ) May I?

[perfectionner]

[ Truth be told, Lestat has been considering this move since the night of the feast — banding together with the other vampires, strengthening their link, not to assert himself over them but to have an assurance of fewer foes in this house. Many of the humans still can’t be trusted, but he would sooner throw his lot in with those who know what it is like to be exposed against their will.

From a distance, across a dinner table or the span of the room between them now, Alexei is a pleasure to look at; up close, he’s striking, features both delicate and strong. Lestat is a bit surprised to be met where he stands so quickly, but only because it affords him a better opportunity to look over the other vampire from this adjusted proximity.

Better still is Alexei’s choice, bypassing Lestat’s wrist to suggest drinking from his throat instead. He won’t disguise the brief frisson that elicits, the manner in which his gaze darkens and his own fangs visibly elongate. In response, he stretches out the hand that the other vampire isn’t currently holding in his grasp, fingers sliding beneath dark hair, over nape — then cupping, to draw Alexei in, guide him. ]

Be my guest. [ Lestat tilts his head ever so slightly, clear invitation visible; his thumb strokes over the edge of Alexei’s jaw. Moments like this, brimming with anticipation just before the feed, are hypnotic in their own right. ]