#symphonyofmalice

Mina scrambled quickly, on instinct to turn her phone off and looked worriedly at her boyfriend next to her. She quickly checked her messages to make sure nothing had exploded while she was asleep and then lay back down in his arms, dressed in nothing but one of his shirts. Her legs tangled with his and she brushed her fingers down his side.

She'd met Nicki her first day in college and they just sort of stuck together after that first meeting. They'd been dating for awhile, Mina liked him, wanted to take him home to meet her parents. Was he the one? She couldn't say that, she couldn't say she was looking for 'the one'. But they were being young, they were having fun. She genuinely liked him. He was funny, and sarcastic, and loving, but sad. She knew enough about his home life that she was determined to keep him away from it.

"Sorry," she mumbled and slipped her hand around him, "Thought I turned it off."

Any thought to proper etiquette in regards to their professional relationship was thrown out as she forced herself up. Arms wrapped tight around him, desperate for warmth and comfort.

"They tried to take me," she said, her words haggard and tired. Her breathing labored from the run she'd taken to escape. Anita knew she didn't have to explain to him who "they" were.

Yet, no warmth was taken. There was a desire to pull back, some prey reaction that told her to pull back, but the pained part of her mind overruled natural desire for safety.

(Feeding from Nicolas is likely to be kind of wild :D Up to you whether they know about the Lestat connection beforehand or are meeting as strangers).

*  ―  VAMPIRIC STARTER PROMPTS .

@symphonyofmalice

Claudia was usually never one to starve herself. Due to her condition and young age she had this vicious hunger. Often the girl would drop body after body and still not feel satisfied. For her to go hungry like this she had to be quite upset.

Lestat's arms don't wrap around Nicolas and it is the first sign that Lestat was not himself, there never had been a time where Nicolas threw himself into his arms that he did not wrap his own arms around the brunette to either spin around, pat his back or get a cheeky grope of his ass. Lestat did not move an inch, Nicolas' full weight slammed into him and he had not even flinched. There is no kiss to press to Nicolas' head, he does not press his nose into wild curls. Only sorrow.

Lestat was more radiant now than he'd ever been but so very lonely. Would Nicolas recoil? But he wanted so badly to see him, to touch him, to be with him. Nicolas' heartbeat drawing him in...he felt almost dizzy in the spell of it's song. He could hear Nicolas' mind, how the other actors worried sure but how some whispered that Lestat just up and left, probably abandoned this life for a better one. He would hold no grudge, they only knew them as close childhood friends...

"I would never leave you in the middle of the night..." as if he can hear Nicolas' frantic memories of his disappearance like a narration. "I long for your company...I have thought of nothing else but holding you again" he confessed but still his arms do not hold him. He had spent his first night in the tower screaming for Nicolas...crying..

"I need you to know that. No matter what else you think of me after tonight I missed you every night I did not sleep with my nose in your curls"

@symphonyofmalice Starter from: bluebeard's first wife. Modern times Lestat x Nicolas

Lestat’s blue gray eyes gazed at Nicolas there was a faint wince crossing his features before he schooled it into something soft. It was a face he rarely let anyone see.

Lestat stepped closer but not too close. He approached the way one might approach a wounded animal. His voice when it came was smooth and stripped of its usual arrogance. Lestat stood beside him as he looked at the empty glass in Nicolas’s hand. “Mon Dieu, how many centuries ago have you asked me that same question?” he said to himself.

He reached out offering contact without demanding it. “You won’t forget,” Lestat said quietly. “Not with wine or with blood and not with anything in this world. I am sorry for that a lot more than I know how to say.” He pauses and is unsure. “But you don’t have to drown yourself to survive it. You don’t have to do any of this alone. Let me sit with you. Just that nothing more.”

Send " ❗❗❗ " for your muse to suddenly and unexpectedly kiss mine.

Lestat had been shocked, to say the least, when a man wearing the face of his first love, entered his home. He was certain this as some sort of phantom. That it was a haunting sent to drive him mad.

But those lips were very real against his own. The body very solid.

He pulled away quickly, blue eyes gone wide.

"What sort of phantom has come to haunt me?"

Because there was no possible way that Nicki could be alive. No. He had gone up in flames.