[ the movement feels good, sends the fresh blood in lestat's veins pumping gloriously through him, shaking off all lingering sluggishness. sand kicks up around his heels, cold water splashes bare calves and in this moment, lestat is wrapped in pure elation. a great grin splits across his face and he hoots in delight, careening waist deep into the surf and splashing around like an overeager labrador. the hunt would have to wait for just a moment rowan, your fierce vampire mate is having a glorious time playing with waves.]
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