#exfrontman

[ Guitarist L ; 2:13am ] Who is this? [ Guitarist L ; 2:13am ] Oh [ Guitarist L ; 2:14am ] Do you think one night gave you permission to transmit your number? [ Guitarist L ; 2:16am ] Not interested

she really shouldn't be out of coffin just yet – face still splotched with ugly patches of purplish blue & sickly yellow shades of bruising, wounds much less gaping than they'd been hours prior – some close to closing, some still smarting with each step down spiral staircase to the pigsty of a first floor where the lesser band members reside. no matter. she'll heal on her own time, when her head isn't swimming with paranoia & aching waves of hurt. passing larry on one of many mysteriously stained sofas, lestat will pluck the joint between the guitarist's lips & bring it to his own with a loooooonnnng inhale, tasting smoke on her tongue, familiar, burning comfort nestled in her lungs before the plume is exhaled. they keep it held between two fingers, kimono wrapped around their midsection with an arm across their waist, looking upon larry as though he's just now noticed him.           ❝        what ? i need this more than you do.         ❞       

Send 💋 to give Lestat a kiss

Lestat's feeling for Larry were actually more complicated than he might have liked, given he hadn't intended to really have feelings about any of them at all. Perhaps it was impossible to send a year and a half with someone and form no opinions about them, sharing music and experiences. Sure, they'd had no idea he was a vampire, though he had told them numerous times. He slept in a coffin, for fuck's sake. They'd likely thought it part of the bit.

Well, the secret was out and so was Alex who was apparently morally opposed to being in a band with a member of the undead, but life continued on. They had a show in Toledo, and this time when a well meaning, moderately attractive young woman jumped on stage, Lestat took the opportunity to steal a bite. Not enough to kill, no. He'd told them as much. But enough to satisfy. And he'd watched Larry watching him, as the song went on.

He had repeated the process backstage on another pretty thing, and Larry was close by that time as well. No more need to hide, right? He was close enough that as someone came to escort the girl out, Lestat still had fangs out and blood in his mouth when Larry kissed him. He had kissed him before, but this felt different. And Lestat allowed it. He even kissed him back, mostly because he wanted to know what Larry thought of the taste of blood.