[ too much tension lately, not enough exertion. the last few weeks had events snowballing in that way that lestat give more weight to the concept of coincidence, if not fate itself. dangerous trails of thought for the blond, already easily prone to reading signs where there were none in his worst moments. but had he been wrong the last time? rules of threes, right? those last chain of events spanning louis and guy had then resulted in rowan's capture and torture by his father, leaving wounds that the vampire had no doubt were still festering under the fae man's pleasant demeanour. another trip to rowan would prove to both ease lestat's own growing sense of dread and allow them both to let off some steam, hopefully. small moments of peace snatched between the chaos.
the promise of stretching his legs beside the ocean is part of this, of course. it had been quite some time since lestat had visited the ocean just for the sake of it - ridiculous, considering the literal beach house he visited regularly. his excitement only mounts the closer he gets, aided by the crisp sea breeze that he can scent through the small window gap in the private vehicle.
by the time he's striding up the pavement to rowan's house, he's already beginning to shed layers of clothing. boots kicked off to hit the front door, bag dropped and jeans hopped out of. when his bare feet hit the sand, he's a pale streak in the moonlight, sprinting towards the water for better traction before setting off down the beach in search of his mate.]
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the promise of stretching his legs beside the ocean is part of this, of course. it had been quite some time since lestat had visited the ocean just for the sake of it - ridiculous, considering the literal beach house he visited regularly. his excitement only mounts the closer he gets, aided by the crisp sea breeze that he can scent through the small window gap in the private vehicle.
by the time he's striding up the pavement to rowan's house, he's already beginning to shed layers of clothing. boots kicked off to hit the front door, bag dropped and jeans hopped out of. when his bare feet hit the sand, he's a pale streak in the moonlight, sprinting towards the water for better traction before setting off down the beach in search of his mate.]