brat prince.

Of course, her favourite was the Appassionata, but the sheer emotional intensity would not be good for either of them right now.

"There is one I find very comforting..."

Watching for his reaction, small smile upon her lips, she played the first notes of the Moonlight Sonata. Sometimes melancholy had to be expressed and let free. Shared.

𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐃 when one plays the piano, just as one should be when speaking. He usually thought that every detail was needed when playing the piano but for her ? She could make as many mistakes & he would still feel at ease. As she began to play Moonlight Sonata, the muscles in his body that were once tense soon relaxed. He felt as if she knew that his favorite was that of the Sonata. Did she sit there reading his mind as he tried hard to keep it to herself? What sweet kind gesture on her end to lift his heart in the unusual way and matching the mood with her playing.

"𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍?" @bratprinced

❛   ────who, me? nah, not really. that's really more a friend of mine's er-.. thing. ❜ words trail away thoughtfully. though his voice remains cool, the mind ponders the term as it is uttered. A FRIEND; that was what the angel was to him, wasn't it? ( 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚢, ) but an enemy for over six thousand years made for a sort of friend, didn't it?

crowley rather decides that it does, it some manner or another.

he turns his gaze back to lestat, and arches a brow: ❛   so fond of books actually, they built an entire shop in soho to pile them all up in. that's to say: he's a bookseller, who doesn't actually sell anything to anyone. can't say i understand the appeal, but to each their own. ❜ though the smirk coiling into the hollow of a single cheek tells a very different tale of appeal.

𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒? Wouldn't that make him more of a collector than that of a seller. Or perhaps it was more of a library situation where books can be sold out for only a limited of time before needing to be returned. He was quite found of libraries, he quite enjoyed them more than he was able to admit to everyone. As most believed he was illiterate & therefore unable to read that of books. It all depends, of course, of the book at hand. Classics were always a good conversations starter for those who do read, as he has read them all in a few sittings. When one lives for as long as they do what more is there to do than read ? — ❝ I usually am not much of a reader myself but I do think a friend of mine would enjoy this .... shop. Where is it ? ❞ 

i wanna see [ name ] .

well , that's not fair , is it ?!

oh my god , you look like crap .

i didn't miss your birthday , did i ?

something really weird just happened at the train station .

what the hell is wrong with you ?

listen to me , [ name ] , i'm only gonna ask you this once .

oh , i'm fine by the way , thank you .

get in the car .

when you don't give a damn , i get pissed .

you'd better be ready . are you ready ?

you're sure as hell overdressed . what , were you out all night or something ?

this shit is as hard as it gets . but you've gotta stop making it worse .

i panicked , what do you want me to say ?

i'm kidding . where's your wit gone ?

you don't have to babysit me , dipshit .

i know this thing's got you all twisted up , but try to forgive yourself .

[ name ] , open the goddamn door !

yeah , the last thing i am is special .

[ name ] , where have you been ?

where have i been ? uh .. long story .

oh , jesus , are you alright ?

you have a few words , [ name ] ? anything you want to express ?

plead your mercy & your pity .

love is imperfection itself .

say it . go ahead , say it's my fault .

who the hell are you ?

of course not . you think we'd let that happen ?

i'm at home , you've got it all wrong .

you know what ? don't . i'm going to ignore that .

i'm worried you're losing the plot again .

sorry , i've got ... i've got a lot of work to do .

i mean , what am i supposed to do ?

you don't have to take this on .

i can't keep waking up every night , checking your breathing , worried you're mixing your meds , booze ... god knows what else .

i knew it was too good to be true .

why would you help such a stupid plan ?

i'm not going to play [ name ] in the middle .

i'm not dirty , i just freaked out .

if there is another version of this story ...

walk me through it again . so i know you won't crack under questioning .

you're making me nervous .

finally ! where have you been ?

who am i speaking to ?

how did you find me ?

idiot . do you even know who you're talking to ?

i don't care who you are .

nope , that is not my responsibility .

go , & wait for a call .

what i'm trying to do is move on .

we have known each other for awhile now , [ name ] .

i nailed it , man . every detail .

come on , [ name ] , give me a little love here !

you know , my skin just breaks out every time i leave downtown .

whoa , hey , [ name ] - you always do this to me !

i don't do backup , i don't even know what backup is !

i got stuck , i was running from my own shit .

i'm not giving you shit 'til you give me some answers .

don't ! do not shoot me , please !

seriously , it's life or death .

𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃𝐒, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄.

“ simply speaking your mind ? ” a bittered misery sweeps through him. he might admit that seeing lestat crawl on his hands and knees softened him, but for all of his anger this hurt would not be so easily healed. he, like louis, did not forgive as they once did. “ you said i give no consideration to the need's of those around me, lestat. ”

how many years, centuries had he given himself up ? to toil in service of cruel men and master's that caged and starved him ? “ that i submit to no man. ”

he wishes the strength to reject this advance lived in him. it would be no problem at all to shove the brute off of him, to slip away from the groping, but truly the hurt lies in his vulnerable heart and his vulnerable heart wants lestat. it never stops wanting lestat.

— 𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐓 𝐔𝐏 & 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄 . There was a desperate hope deep within that Armand would soon give in to him & forgive. ❝ Non, that is not all that you are. I do not like this is how you interpreted my words. I assumed we were more alike than I thought but considering you're responding this way, maybe I'm wrong. That's fine with me. mon petit. I do now that there is far more to you than what people believe, than what I believe. You give consideration to those around you, at least to those who mean a lot to you. Which is a very limited amount of those who are lucky to be in your life, who you allow to me. I do hope that I am always one of them. ❞ Fingers creeped up toward inner thigh, the other rested against the arm of the chair. Giving that touch & soft murmurs of French that pleaded him once more.

This play in which he had been on his knees in front of Armand, begging for forgiveness, is a way of giving himself up in a vulnerable state. One that the other has seen quite a few times. Always finding the prince in a state that requires more attention. Is he willing to give up the time just to partake in the attention ? That was up to the other vampire, as he was hurt by the previous conversation.

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 with the other as there was nothing to say to him until now. A sigh escaped the blondes nose in a way that read irritation. The other was the neighborhood goof ball & barely took anything seriously ( or, at times, too seriously. It was like cold & hot water for this particular being before him. Naturally, he tended to avoid the conversations at all costs but considering the fact that he was becoming some curious natured adolescent, there needed to be boundaries. ) — ❝ . . . . vous êtes ennuyeux, If I have a body in there it would be rotting. I do not keep my kill as I can not drink bad blood. There are plenty of ways to get rid of our waste. Do you ever wonder why Armand keeps that hidden door in the back ? Well, now you know. ❞ The thick French accent remains while he speaks, a hand on his hip. He awaits the truth as to why Molloy felt it was needed to snoop into rooms in which his muzzle shouldn't be. In a way, there as a bit of a way he would consider the other impressive. Being able to push past the nerve & the balls to even step foot in the same vicinity of that of de lioncourt.

"Oh, yes please. Gladly." Sybelle's eyes lit up as she took Lestat's hand and guided him to the grand piano. The duet bench was already installed ; and while she played mostly by ear and memory, there were plenty of score sheets if needed.

As Lestat sat, she was already improvising a few chords to set the mood. Airy, happy. Glad to be here with him.

𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐎 so urgently, it caught him off guard. He was still quite fragile, as he had just gotten most of his energy back not too long ago all thanks to the others playing. She seemed rather excited & that alone also cured him in a way he couldn't describe. They entered this room that seemed rather spacious, it was good for the acoustics of the keys. Admiring the fact that even simply walking on the tile made it echo throughout the room. It was, however, dark & lit with candle lightening, which was a good thing for vampires, naturally. Though how he wish to see this during the day time.  — an impossible thing to see but my how he wished.