touched by destiny

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How tired he had become of Stefan Salvatore! She could have found anyone, chosen anyone, and in spectacular fashion, she had picked the one person who did not want her. Not anymore. He understood the impulse. Even as he paced here in Mystic Falls, Louis was out there somewhere, and Lestat's heart ached for him every moment of every day. Louis who did not want him, Louis who had discarded him, a love which had not survived the loss of their child, at least on Louis' end. He had never forgiven Lestat for it, as if Lestat himself had been responsible.

He had chosen Louis once, the same way Katherine had chosen Stefan, and there was no unchoosing. He would want only Louis until he died and perhaps in the world that came after, even if Louis would not even look at him. How much worse it would have been to watch him move on with Armand. Yes, Lestat was aware they were together, but he did not have to witness it. To endure the display of it, like Katherine did. And what would Katherine have told him? To forget Louis? To move on? No. She wouldn't have suggested such a thing and it's why he cannot suggest it either.

In his eyes, Stefan is no Louis, but it didn't matter. It was how she saw him, how she felt about him. But certainly, the chances wouldn't have been less if she'd chosen another body, as Nadia had suggested (numerous times). If they were meant to be together, the body wouldn't matter. But alas, it had mattered to Katherine and so here they were. Lestat paused, and poured himself another drink, draining the glass before pouring another. How could he help her? What could he do? "It's hope. The worst of all evils, no? It prolongs suffering. She hopes he will change his mind."

Just like Lestat hoped Louis would. He lifted the glass and swirled the amber liquid before his eyes. "So what, they compete until one fails? She's a seventeen year old girl," he snarled, "There should be no contest. What kind of fight can she put up against 500 years of survival?" He drained the glass again. "Elena has the advantage, no? Can Katherine switch again? Is she strong enough? Perhaps we could, I don't know, force her. Into some other body. She won't like it but she's not thinking clearly. I won't sit here and watch her succumb." He was well aware he wasn't the only one worried, but he was so frustrated.

⠀⠀⠀⠀nadia let out a slow breath through her nose and leaned back again, staring briefly into the amber liquid resting untouched in her glass. "i know exactly what hope does. and, unfortunately, i'm no better." a humorless smile pulled briefly at the corner of her mouth.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"because apparently i'm the same sentimental idiot who keeps hoping katherine will change. that one day all of this will make sense. that there'll be some reward at the end of it." she shook her head. a part of her knows it's pointless. katherine won't change and won't let her obsession with stefan rest. sometimes she hated stefan so much that nadia wanted to get rid of him.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"hope is useful because it keeps you moving. it's also useful because it keeps you from looking too closely at reality." her gaze drifted briefly toward the ceiling again.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"the reality is that this is still elena's body. people keep talking about age like katherine's spirit is five hundred years older than elena's. it isn't. her body was."

⠀⠀⠀⠀"her vampire body carried five hundred years of strength, instinct, speed, resilience. her spirit doesn't suddenly inherit all of that."

⠀⠀⠀⠀another small shake of her head followed. "what katherine does have is stubbornness. pride. survival instinct. enough determination to drag herself through situations that should've killed her a hundred times over."

⠀⠀⠀⠀"but elena has advantages too. that body belongs to her. every memory, every emotional bond, every instinct inside it recognizes her as the original owner." nadia rubbed her temple again. "that's why this isn't some simple contest where age automatically wins."

⠀⠀⠀⠀the next question earned a frustrated exhale. "i don't know if she can switch again." honesty came easily there because she genuinely didn't know. "first she'd have to agree to it, which is already a problem." her eyes rolled slightly.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"second, she's currently possessing a vampire body. i have no idea whether the passenger spell would even function the same way under those circumstances." she glanced toward him. "a proper witch might be able to figure something out. there are still the traditional ways of putting a spirit in another body."

⠀⠀⠀⠀a pause followed. "there is a way to make it permanent and anchor her completely. it won't get rid of elena's spirit but it will make it dormant." the admission came reluctantly and immediately her expression soured.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"but i don't want that; because elena gilbert is the wrong body." there was no hesitation in that statement. "if this were some random girl living three states away, then yes. someone with no connections. no one looking." she gestured vaguely toward the outside world. "but this is elena. people know her. people love her."

⠀⠀⠀⠀"and katherine isn't nearly as clever as she thinks she is when stefan salvatore is involved. if someone figures it out, and eventually someone will, then suddenly she has enemies again." slowly, she shook her head. sometime she could slap her mother for her stupidity.

❝I love going to the grocery store & then the park.❞ Hope tells Diana with a wide grin. She had this whole thing already planned in the back of her mind. She was giving herself a $100 limit on snacks & art supplies at the store. Then she was going to the park to watch the birds & draw. Maybe swing by an arcade if Diana wasn't tired of her by then. Hope's not sure if that is all considered human, but it felt like it. ❝I set a limit on how much I can spend at the store & then use a calculator to figure it all out while pretending I can't go over that amount because rent is due in three days.❞

⠀⠀⠀⠀once settled comfortably in her seat, she turned slightly toward her companion and listened. the more hope explained, the more diana found herself smiling.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"that actually sounds very human." there was warmth in her voice and amusement. "especially the part where you create an entire financial crisis for yourself just to make grocery shopping more authentic." a soft laugh escaped her. "i think that's wonderfully committed."

⠀⠀⠀⠀her gaze briefly shifted toward the passing scenery outside. "i do something similar, although for less imaginative reasons." she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "i live on my salary, so i need to keep track of what i'm spending. i should probably also mention that i still prefer carrying actual money. i never entirely trusted cards." the confession seemed almost sheepish because most people seem to rely on their plastic cards and diana wondered how they prevent themselves from over-spending.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"when i hand over physical bills, i know exactly how much i have left. with cards, the money just... disappears somewhere invisible."

"I play many instruments, yes. I also compose and write, when I have the time. New Orleans, she is a city of music, child of Paris. That's where my family is from. Not too much of a story, really. Most of them died in the revolution," Lestat explained, and then he laughed. "It's a courtesy, no? More for your benefit than mine. People can be so skittish these days. Call me old fashioned but I much prefer this way of meeting like minds; I'm afraid the artistic elite are not flocking to Grindr." His smile remained as he inclined his head in acknowledgement of her rather fair point.

He shrugged and looked around them, before his striking blue eyes fell back on her, his expression warm and relaxed. "Human connection is becoming less relevant by the day, but I will always be partial to it. It's one of the great pleasures of life, I think. To meet someone, to talk and laugh and perhaps be understood. I won't insist upon it, if it makes you uncomfortable, but I do know a lovely cafe. Lots of people. If I attempt anything untoward, there will be many witnesses." Now he was teasing, hoping to put her at ease. Being unable to read her mind, he was at the mercy of what she chose to share, and how honest she decided to be.

He knew he was attractive, alluring, interesting, but New Orleans was full of such people. He could not imagine he was the first to ever take interest in her. As he waited to see what she'd make of his proposition, he twisted the lupus lazuli ring on his index finger, an idle habit he'd had for some time, often fiddling with the other rings on his fingers. Such a ring was the only reason he was able to enjoy the world while the sun was up, and he was glad for it. The night could be interesting, with a great many things to experience, but it was nice to catch a cup of coffee and a pastry in the early morning.

She would think it one of several accessories if it caught her attention at all, but she seemed the discerning type. Human, though, as far as he could tell. Not witch, not like him. Ordinary. Talented, yes, but not supernaturally. Still, enough to catch his attention, and now he could only hope she would humor him. If not, he'd simply come back again and listen to her. He had time, after all. Perhaps he could charm her yet. It was good of her to be cautious - it didn't do well to be foolish and he was, after all, a predator. Perhaps some part of her sensed that.

⠀⠀⠀⠀then the mention of grindr caught her completely off guard. a laugh escaped before she could stop it.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"okay, first of all, if the artistic elite are gathering anywhere, i can assure you it's not grindr." amusement lingered openly in her voice now. "or tinder, for that matter." she shook her head lightly. "although now i'm trying to imagine a bunch of tortured musicians, painters, and poets attempting to network through dating apps and somehow that's the funniest thing i've heard all week."

⠀⠀⠀⠀the smile remained for a few seconds before fading into something more thoughtful. he wasn't wrong. meeting people like this was unusual nowadays. everyone seemed permanently attached to a screen. conversations happened through texts. friendships through notifications. and despite every warning her common sense provided, lestat didn't actually feel dangerous.

⠀⠀⠀⠀mysterious? absolutely. a little strange? definitely. but dangerous? not particularly. or perhaps she just wasn't sensitive to the apparent danger. with an exaggerated sigh, she finally relented.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"fine." one finger pointed briefly in his direction. "but if i end up murdered, i'm going to be extremely annoyed." her mouth twitched. "and i'd like that noted in advance."

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⠀⠀⠀⠀diana listened carefully, giving the words the consideration they deserved before answering. "i don't think it's foolish, i think it's human. the truth is, safety is never guaranteed for anyone." she folded her hands loosely in front of herself before she continued.  "humans live with uncertainty every day. they can lose their jobs. they can struggle to pay their bills. they can be robbed, become ill, get into accidents on their way to work. they simply become accustomed to living alongside those risks."

⠀⠀⠀⠀although diana knew, of course, that it cannot be compared to hope's situation.  "of course, your circumstances are different." that much would have been impossible to deny because diana knew she has had enemies after her before she was even born which unfortunately included diana's own mother.  "the dangers that seek you out are probably far greater than what most people face."

⠀⠀⠀⠀"but you're also far more capable than most people." there was no flattery in the statement, only fact. "you have abilities and resources to build the life you want. and if you truly wished to disappear, i imagine very few people could find you."

⠀⠀⠀⠀her brow lifted slightly, remembering a story about her family. or rather the myth of it. "i've heard stories about your family. for centuries, most people believed the original vampires were myths. ghost stories. cautionary tales told in whispers. that takes a remarkable ability to stay off the radar." if they could do it, diana is certain hope can do it as well.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"and regarding work? people leave work for emergencies all the time. a sick child or an elderly parent. life has a way of interrupting plans. the details may be different in your case, but the principle is exactly the same."

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