The World Will Stir In Fear.

R☆ckstar☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆: Lestat knows this game well: he is a player in it too. The river tends to change its stream based on the mood. Sometimes, it runs toward Astarion, bringing him favor amid Lestat's antics. Other times, like right now, the vampire grabs hold of entertainment that benefits the twisting gut of his ego. He is smiling wider.

"Because I like the way you show your wants." Lestat captures Astarion's eyes; he does not plan to back down even from a mere suggestion. "I like to read your thoughts when you get like this. An undertone of danger." His thumb traces Astarion's chin, and finally, Lestat takes a step back.

"Perhaps I am just cruel. I predict you would do the same thing when the tables inevitably turn, so I like to get ahead." '

Astarion can't help but be captivated by that dangerous smile of his. Perhaps he had gotten far too sentimental in his old age, or maybe he was so starved for new love and all the dangers and complications that came with it. It was probably for the best that they continued to play this little game of immortal 'will they, won't they'.

Laughing at the comment, Astarion shook his head only to have his chin caught in Lestat's grasp. He wanted to lean in, to steal a kiss, but then Lestat stepped back. "I'm not quite sure if undertone would be the proper way to put it, my darling." No. Astarion thought very vividly about how he would slaughter those who touched him. While those thoughts were admittedly fleeting, they were still entirely present until they would inevitably subside and turn to thoughts about how he wished he could mark and claim Lestat later.

Ah, the inevitability of the roles being reversed. With Lestat in the limelight so often now, Astarion wondered how the other would even react if someone else caught his attention. "Cruelty looks good on you." Much like everything else did, but Astarion didn't need to flatter Lestat's ego even more.

"And, what if I were to tell you that an old paramour of mine might be coming around soon?" Astarion questioned with a raise of his brow, ruby red eyes carefully watching Lestat. In truth, said paramour was a spawn he had turned the night after the ascension. They had been close for a time, but now he mostly took care of Astarion's books.

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