𝖘𝖆𝖑𝖙𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖙 𝖎𝖓𝖇𝖔𝖝.

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[ 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. ]