@seesgood sent: god, thatβs super weird β whatβs going on?
his head cants to the side and he lifts a hand, gesturing to the stilled mortals around them, arrested in the midst of their noisy lives to provide some privacy for himself and his fellow vampire. β you were annoyedββ he says it simply, as if it were obvious β βso i put your annoyances in time out. β undoubtedly, he himself had lent to her irritation, to that little glint in her eyes, a familiar spark before a storm. it's an expression he knows he would see in the mirror if he paused long enough to look that closely at his own soul. either way, he is not likely to sit still himself. he has never been much good at that. the best he can do is make everyone else in the crowded diner be quiet long enough to keep whatever brews behind caroline's eyes at bay. or to unleash the madness. he is not one to judge or dictate. lestat turns, looks to the booth behind them and reaches over to pluck a mug from between the hands of a mortal woman frozen in the act of yelling at her own offspring. he offers the steaming beverage to the vampire in front of him. β chocolat chaud? β
