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@ofapocrypha // lorna said: it's not a real birthday without presents.
"That's one of the corniest things I've heard in my whole life."
They're smiling, though. They're smiling a lot. It's nice to get attention from someone outside of their family (the paternal side of it, anyway, the side that actually takes care of them). Lorna isn't obligated to care about Avery, but they do anyways.
And celebrating their birthday sober has been such a fucking drag so far.
"Are you going to show me or what?"
"Shut up. It is not."
She's smiling, too, hopeful she's done well enough not to disappoint Avery. Lorna first presents a small, green giftbag in one hand. "It's a cake. Andβjust a thing I made." She waggles her fingers as if to indicate how, a simplistic gesture for how much effort she's spent on the finer details of the bracelet.
"But the piΓ¨ce de rΓ©sistanceβ" She pulls her other hand from behind her back, brandishing a wrapped box. In it is a shirt and pair of pants from Gaultier; Pietro had insisted she couldn't go wrong with the choice.
CLAUDIA IS MORE USED TO THIS THAN SHE WOULD EVER ADMIT. Even Lestat cedesβceded, past tenseβto her will sometimes (although it was usually only because he'd convinced himself he was actually acquiescing to Louis, his true love).
She chooses to believe he is being as earnest as she isβthough that is likely impossible. "Europe, Louis. Eastern Europe." Doesn't it make sense? Lestat's from western Europe, and he's been a vampire for far longer than either of them. Obviously.
"Look, we'll have to do a bit of guessin' and searchin', I'm sure of it, but IβI know there's somethin' out there. I've read a lot, and I'll keep readin' when we go."
It makes sense, for as much as it strikes worry in him. He's heard her talk about it more than once and Lestat'sβwasβalways cagey about Europe in its entirety. But he's mentioned vampires there. Of course they have to be there. "I don't speak anything but English and French, sisterβ"
It's anxiety more than anything, voicing his concerns like he isn't nodding. "Alright. Yeah? Okay." They're prepared for it already, bags packed and coffins made best for travel. Not that he's ever traveled. Hell, she's been farther than he has since his turning. "It's you'n'me. Eastern Europe."
IT DOESN'T REALLY MATTER THAT HE STOPS AS QUICKLY AS HE DOES. The poison seeps out. She knows it. She feels it.
He isn't listening to her. They have to get out of this city. They have to get out of this country. She'll figure it out. Claudia can be resourceful. When she puts her mind to something, she gets it done. She's been given insatiability and an indomitable spirit, whether she likes it or not. And whether those were things the girl before Louis and Lestat possessedβshe cannot say.
Claudia does not tell Louis that one of them found her just fine.
Is Louis family if I cant tell him what happened with Bruce?
Now is not the time. She does not have the words.
"We go where it all started."
"Okay," he says, without really listening, acqueiscing because there's nothing else left to do but give her what she wants, give her what she deserves for all that they'd taken. He's caught in it, still, obviously. How does he move past a grief he's the cause of?
But his mind catches up, where it all started, he has no idea. He can't recall Lestat ever saying. Maybe she's learned about it in all those books she'd read or learned about it in all those classes she'd been in.
"βand where is that, exactly?"
There was no humor in the look Lestat gave, tight lipped and barely denying himself the disgusted look on his face. The Azelea was full tonight, women draped with pearls and men in their finest seersucker suits in the height of summer. Lestat was grateful that he barely registered the seasonal changes, the balmy cling of a Louisiana summer keeping his body closer to human than it would have been otherwise. He had come along to try where Louis was so intent on burning every totem of trust they'd built up until this point like they didn't have an eternity stretching out in front of them to bicker.
"You're miserable," he complained snidely, the glossy toe of his brown leather oxfords tapping anxiously in time to the music playing across the palazzo. He was a caged animal here, feral and contained where all he felt anymore was boredom and contempt. "I was proposing we go together but if you'd rather sulk on your own, who am I to stand in the way?"
He can feel the tension beside him, as thick as the humidity around them. Lestat's antsy, anxious, and for as much as he's picking at it, his hunger does explain it, or most of it, anyway. Louis knows his presence isn't as necessary as it used to be, that the Azelea runs mostly smooth, even on the nights he isn't there all that long. Out of the corner of his eye, Louis can see where he's tapping his foot, can hear it too, just under the rhythm of the music.
Louis rubs his thumb over the polished head of his cane, smiling patiently up toward the band, though none of his attention is on them. He lets the insult roll off him like water, knowing he has Lestat riled up now. A lion pacing the floor of his hall. "Sounded more like you were complainin' to me," he offers, a feigned congeniality, though his head rolls along his shoulders so that he can look at him properly. "You gonna let me eat how I want?"

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HE REALLY KNOWS HOW TO RILE HER UP.
And, for the record, Louis has made nothing of himself!
"Stop it," Claudia whispers, like she can't stand to hear the words. She's still fragile, in this way. Louis says he's already dead as if it could possibly make him invincible, but they both know that ain't true. They learned it the hard way, the hardest possible way there is.
The blood isn't cold, to her. The blood is one of the most important things ever. She thrives off of it still. She can't help it. This is what they made her.
"It's only 'cause we ain't lookin' hard enough. There are places we could go, places across the seasβ"
"It's the truth."
But that's all it takes to make him stop, swallowing down his cruelty like poison. Better him than her, anyway. Let the guilt eat him alive, if it meant she got to liveβto be something and make something of herself.
The war's running people ragged, turning them into shells. He's certain that's part of it, part of why their cold is seeping into him. The blood of those not quite dead, but would be soonβit's own kind of poison.
"Where? How much harder? A hundred's what he told me. How the hell are we supposed to find 'em when there's so few?" 'A hundred and one', he'd murmured, their fingers brushing in the only affection permissible in a place so public. The only affection Louis would tolerate in a place so public. Now he was rotting in the swamp with the rest of the trash.
"We could be somethin'! We could make somethin' of ourselves!"
I just want a family, real and true. A family that understands what I need to do just so I can survive. A family that's just like me. I know they're out there. I know they aint all cruel like HIM.Β
"You're a dead man walkin'. You have been ever sinceβever since weβ"
She does not want to take accountability for it all, even at her grown age.
"You're actin' like a shell of who you were, and you know it."
He laughs, but it's a sorry sound, toeing the line somewhere between disbelief and exhaustion. It makes him feel mean.
"Be somethin'?" Louis shakes his head, he's already been something, made something of himself. What the hell had it ever gotten him?
"Ever since we killed him," he finishes for her, though he doesn't dare say his name aloud. Might just summon him right there. "I'm a vampire. I'm already dead."
Claudia's not wrong. He doesn't remember ever feeling this hollowed out. "It's the blood. It'sβcold. It's leaving me cold. And I've never been this far from..." Home? New Orleans, his mind supplies, in a sharp counterpoint to none other than itself. "We've been lookin' and we haven't found a single one like us." Because he knows that's what she's really after.
β i haven't eaten yet. β - les to lou
A little raise of both his browsβjust enough is all he needs when it comes to Lestatβand a quirk of his mouth to say aha! and judgment all at once. Like Louis isn't always hungry, isn't always irritable.
"βMm. That explains it."
He's weak. He's so weak. He doesn't love me. He only loves HIM. I thought we could be free of this. I thought we could move on. I thought we had something real.
"Don't you wanna do somethin', Louis!?"
Like Lestat would do. Like Lestat would do, to either of them.
She doesn't want to acknowledge how much he haunts her narrative, too.
"You're givin' up, and we got so much more to go."
"Do what, Claudia? Huh?"
He's got a few ideas and none of them are good. He's sure she's doing it on purpose, as she does most things, trying to remind him of who Lestat was. Had been. Is?
"I'm not giving upβ" He wants to give her everything, all the things she dreams of. He's going to. He has to. Maybe he just needs a decade or two buried beneath the dirt to grieve and get it all out. He doesn't really think it'll be long enough, doesn't think it'll ever be long enough. "I'm here. I'm with you."
@ofapocrypha // x
My dear diary,Β
Fuck him. Fuck him. Fuck him. Fuck Louis. Fuck Louis.
"Fuck you!"
Claudia shoves Louis, and she shoves him hard. She's sick of this. She hates his self-pity. She hates his self-loathing. She hates himβ
She hates what they have been made to become.
He'll read it someday and it'll turn over and over again in his stomach, all the ways he'd failed her. All the ways he'd done wrong by her. He'll spend days in a stupor.
"Yeah, uh-huh," he's waving a hand like he means to dismiss her, even as he watches her shoulders lift and her anger take hold. He doesn't resist herβnot when he knows she won't hurt him, not when he knows she needs thisβjust stumbles with the force she uses. "Fuck me."

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β you fucking need me. β - louis claudia
THEREβS A βBUTβ THAT DOESNβT COME, but that he knows should be there. A string of unspoken words that hurt like sheβs stuck her fingers into open wounds and started pulling him apart bit by bit. Itβs the truth, which accounts for the bitter taste it leaves in his mouth. How many times has he self-soothed with the same mantra, the same reassurance? She doesnβt need me, like cement to weigh him down and keep him drifting at Lestatβs side.
But with no Lestatβapart from the one in his head, whoβs doing plenty of work in ripping them (or maybe just him) apart, anywayβthereβs no reason for the mantra or his fear, for the nerves that have him looking over his shoulder and hers. He should be happy, free of the box that was his love, and he knows it. Sees the resentment in her eyes each time she catches him mourning, or worried, or caught up in the hell that this specter of Lestat brings with him. She doesnβt have the same luxuries, trapped in a body thatβs too small to contain all that she is, and he knows that she hates him for it. Hates him for the love that hasnβt died right along with Lestat. He deserves that hate and he knows it.
It doesnβt stop his jaw from clenching or his mouth from pursing, hurt and irritation plain across his featuresβthe urge to scold right there on the tip of his tongue, as bitter as the word sister has become.
βYou done?β
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( dialogue prompts taken from the second season of hulu's the bear, created by christopher storer. feel free to edit and change as you seem fit. )
β you ever think about purpose? β
β i love you, but i do not have time for this, alright? β
β i have time for this. β
β you know what the fuck you're doing. you love this shit. it's fun for you. i don't have that. β
β i'm afraid one day, i'm gonna wake up and you guys are all just gonna just drop this ass. β
β if this shit is not fun for you, what the fuck is fun for you? β
β i'm not making the same mistakes i made last time. β
β what kind of insurance coverage do we have for people falling through the fucking wall? β
β sometimes, i look like february. β
β you want a sprite? you look kinda green. β
β can i ask you something and you can tell me to fuck off if you want? β
β chef, that's way too much acid. β
β you, uh, making a sundae? β
β that actually sounds delicious. β
β because you're the bear and i remember you. β
β i love taking care of you. and i always will. you know that? β
β i'm glad i came 'cause i get to eat this. β
β i gotta come up with three really great desserts. you got any ideas? β
β you ever made ice cream before, chef? want to? β
β it kind of tastes like a, um... minty snickers bar. β
β so how long you been a cook? β
β howβd you get good at this? β
β you can spend all the time in the world in here, but if you don't spend enough time out there... you know? β
β speaking of dead brothers, do you wanna go to a party? β
β it looks so pretty on you. you should keep it. β
β what's going on with you? i know there's something. just tell me. β
β what are you talking about, i don't give a fuck? why would you say that to me? i give like a huge fuck. β
β you're not by yourself, alright? i'm right here with you. β
β did you just throw a fork at me? β
β i think time spent doing this is time well spent. β
β never too late to start over. β
β i just want you to know... that this is really nice. β
β i'm thinking you're very, very beautiful. β
β we just don't say hello anymore? β
β you're wearing a suit? β
β uh, yeah, i wear suits now. β
β i'm sorry if i took anything out on you and if I treated you like shit. β
β i actually do think that we could fit good together. β
β i could be good at things that you don't really wanna do. and you're obviously really great at a whole bunch of stuff that I don't know how to do, you know? β
β i'm wearing a suit 'cause it makes me feel better about myself. β
β i know that you're trying. i see that you're trying. β
β you just came from a funeral? β
β yeah, a funeral of all my enemies. β
β you want me to make you some coffee? β
β i just need your focus like you need mine. β
β you good? β
β what's your relationship with your mom like? β
β alright, chef, i need you to salt that like a sidewalk. β
β looks gorgeous, chef. β
β i haven't eaten yet. β
β oh, let me make you something. β
β yeah, i can make you an omelet. β
β that wasn't like an ask out or anything, was it? β
β Β i'm looking really good. i 'm thinking you should start calling me chef. β
β well, i'mma keep calling you jagoff, 'cause that's what you like. β
β you deserve my full focus. β
β i guess i'm scared that i don't have what it takes to not fuck this up. β
β you're not gonna fuck it up. β
β i fuck things up all the time, like, every day. β
β you could do this without me. β
β i couldn't do it without you. i wouldn't even wanna to do it without you. β
β you make me better at this. β
β you still love to cook, right? β
β how's the wine? β
β yo. we're low on forks, chef. β
β okay, let's start firing some caviar, please. β
β i was just gonna say how special and cool and great this place is and how i'm the most proud of you ever. β
β i really appreciate you being so patient with me. β
β do i have time to go outside and scream "fuck"? β
β just don't tell them you saw me, 'cause this is embarrassing. β
β i love them so much. i don't know how to show it. β
β i don't know how to say i'm sorry. β
β i need you to say it's okay. β
β you are being so fucking weird, man. β
β i'm stuck in a goddamn refrigerator on the opening night of my fucking restaurant. β
β i failed you guys and it's not gonna happen again. β
β maybe i'm just not built for this. β
β because no amount of good is worth how terrible this feels. β
β i'm really sorry you feel that way. β
β would you shut the fuck up and get me the fuck outta here, please? β
β i don't understand why you can't just let something good happen for once in your fucking life? β
β you wanna talk to me about my fucking kid? at least i got a kid. β
β where were you when i fucking put your brother in the ground, you selfish piece of shit? β
β i fucking love you! β
β you fucking need me. β
β i just had this sudden urge to tell you that i've always had this, like, massive crush on you. β
β i love you, chef. β
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( dialogue prompts taken from the second season of hulu's the bear, created by christopher storer. feel free to edit and change as you seem fit. )
β you ever think about purpose? β
β i love you, but i do not have time for this, alright? β
β i have time for this. β
β you know what the fuck you're doing. you love this shit. it's fun for you. i don't have that. β
β i'm afraid one day, i'm gonna wake up and you guys are all just gonna just drop this ass. β
β if this shit is not fun for you, what the fuck is fun for you? β
β i'm not making the same mistakes i made last time. β
β what kind of insurance coverage do we have for people falling through the fucking wall? β
β sometimes, i look like february. β
β you want a sprite? you look kinda green. β
β can i ask you something and you can tell me to fuck off if you want? β
β chef, that's way too much acid. β
β you, uh, making a sundae? β
β that actually sounds delicious. β
β because you're the bear and i remember you. β
β i love taking care of you. and i always will. you know that? β
β i'm glad i came 'cause i get to eat this. β
β i gotta come up with three really great desserts. you got any ideas? β
β you ever made ice cream before, chef? want to? β
β it kind of tastes like a, um... minty snickers bar. β
β so how long you been a cook? β
β howβd you get good at this? β
β you can spend all the time in the world in here, but if you don't spend enough time out there... you know? β
β speaking of dead brothers, do you wanna go to a party? β
β it looks so pretty on you. you should keep it. β
β what's going on with you? i know there's something. just tell me. β
β what are you talking about, i don't give a fuck? why would you say that to me? i give like a huge fuck. β
β you're not by yourself, alright? i'm right here with you. β
β did you just throw a fork at me? β
β i think time spent doing this is time well spent. β
β never too late to start over. β
β i just want you to know... that this is really nice. β
β i'm thinking you're very, very beautiful. β
β we just don't say hello anymore? β
β you're wearing a suit? β
β uh, yeah, i wear suits now. β
β i'm sorry if i took anything out on you and if I treated you like shit. β
β i actually do think that we could fit good together. β
β i could be good at things that you don't really wanna do. and you're obviously really great at a whole bunch of stuff that I don't know how to do, you know? β
β i'm wearing a suit 'cause it makes me feel better about myself. β
β i know that you're trying. i see that you're trying. β
β you just came from a funeral? β
β yeah, a funeral of all my enemies. β
β you want me to make you some coffee? β
β i just need your focus like you need mine. β
β you good? β
β what's your relationship with your mom like? β
β alright, chef, i need you to salt that like a sidewalk. β
β looks gorgeous, chef. β
β i haven't eaten yet. β
β oh, let me make you something. β
β yeah, i can make you an omelet. β
β that wasn't like an ask out or anything, was it? β
β Β i'm looking really good. i 'm thinking you should start calling me chef. β
β well, i'mma keep calling you jagoff, 'cause that's what you like. β
β you deserve my full focus. β
β i guess i'm scared that i don't have what it takes to not fuck this up. β
β you're not gonna fuck it up. β
β i fuck things up all the time, like, every day. β
β you could do this without me. β
β i couldn't do it without you. i wouldn't even wanna to do it without you. β
β you make me better at this. β
β you still love to cook, right? β
β how's the wine? β
β yo. we're low on forks, chef. β
β okay, let's start firing some caviar, please. β
β i was just gonna say how special and cool and great this place is and how i'm the most proud of you ever. β
β i really appreciate you being so patient with me. β
β do i have time to go outside and scream "fuck"? β
β just don't tell them you saw me, 'cause this is embarrassing. β
β i love them so much. i don't know how to show it. β
β i don't know how to say i'm sorry. β
β i need you to say it's okay. β
β you are being so fucking weird, man. β
β i'm stuck in a goddamn refrigerator on the opening night of my fucking restaurant. β
β i failed you guys and it's not gonna happen again. β
β maybe i'm just not built for this. β
β because no amount of good is worth how terrible this feels. β
β i'm really sorry you feel that way. β
β would you shut the fuck up and get me the fuck outta here, please? β
β i don't understand why you can't just let something good happen for once in your fucking life? β
β you wanna talk to me about my fucking kid? at least i got a kid. β
β where were you when i fucking put your brother in the ground, you selfish piece of shit? β
β i fucking love you! β
β you fucking need me. β
β i just had this sudden urge to tell you that i've always had this, like, massive crush on you. β
β i love you, chef. β
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