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[ well. that was a possibility that he had not considered. ]

Surely your father is wise enough to know that we would not simply march to his doorstep from the sight of such an obvious symbol. It would be far too obvious a trap, and too vague to be a summons.

Shall I call you mon loup also, then? How about loulou? How apt that you hold my blood in a wolf fang around your throat, if you are truly your father's son.

The lack of fear you speak of is a reprieve at least. Lessens the urgency somewhat.

I'm afraid.

[He'd typed that admission without fully thinking it through, then realized leaving it like that was a terrible idea. Watch the three dots, Lestat. More was coming.]

I'm afraid I've more Winter in me than expected. That suddenly, I'm going to become interesting to him for more than the reason I started hiding. That he'll find a use for me. WANT to find a use for me.

[The next admission was one he felt Lestat would understand most.]

I'm also afraid my mother will see too much of him in me and regret having me more than she already does. I'm afraid of what this means for me, myself. I know my abilities. I thought I knew them. Now, I don't know anymore.

[ that stops lestat in his musings, a spike of concern through their connection. he waits for the messages to come, lighting a cigarette as he does so. stares up at the sky from his back, laying atop the tour bus trailer and waits for the buzz of his phone to indicate more messages received.

what he reads gives him more pause. the read receipt and the trickle of sadness through to the fae man is enough to let rowan know he's been seen and acknowledged, lestat thinks. he needs another moment to gather his thoughts. ]

If he takes you once more, I promise you that I will make him regret it. You are mine before you are his, Rowan. Mine to keep and mine to love.

You hold both seasons within you, yet you are surprised when they bend and merge with time? Your frost with your fury, warmth with your joy. A poetic expression of self, internality becoming external, twisting the world.

Let your mother see what she must, unkind thing that it may be. I too, hold my wretched father's temper within me. It is our burdens to bear as children, but is no fault of ours.

I am sorry, mon amour. Truly I hope that your worst fears do not come to pass, for both of our sakes.

[It was the drifting emotions that trickled through to him that made him smile. So sincere, his vampire. So certain of himself. It was what drew people to him, like moths to a flame. And like the comparison, most burned up from the joy of it.

Perhaps his mother had known something he hadn't. There had to be a reason a Lady of the Summer Court would agree to any contract with a Winter Prince. Maybe she had some foretelling of the blending of opposites. Of what he might be. Maybe one day, he'd ask her, if he ever got the courage to.

He sent back affection, a push of love and that summer warmth before he replied.]

You are too forgiving of my flaws. I am too old to be finding new things about myself. But if I'm to go through it, I'm glad that whatever the result, I had you in my life.

[ a flicker of rage surfaces over the sorrow, the sympathy. that spark of possessiveness lancing through him. such finality in rowan's words had his fingers flying over the keys, tongue curled up behind his teeth. ]

And I will have you in death, too. Do not think that I will allow him to snatch you from my claws.

If he steals your life, then your corpse is mine to enshrine.

My heart and body are yours, Lestat. Life, death, I'm yours.

[There was fear there, of course, but not for himself. For the vampire he feared might do something to draw his father's attention. Or The Maestro's. That thought had the shiver turning into a shudder, and he felt panic rear up from a forgotten memory.

Rowan had to slip into his office, closing the door and locking it behind him, sliding down against it to sit with his back to it, breathing through that sudden rush.]

Living for me would be a better revenge than dying, Lestat.

It would not be for you. I have had more than enough loss for many lifetimes over. If I did not try, I would never forgive myself.

[ the roof of the trailer has indents where his claws have dug into the metal, creaking under the strain. thankfully adam was sleeping soundly below, oblivious to any screeching sounds of claws and steel. ]

If we are to part, let it be on our terms. A decision from one or both of us. Any other condition will not be accepted.

Death should have come for me long ago. I will not let your father or his men take what rightfully belongs to another. My death or yours.

Death DID come for you, my love. And like all those who lay eyes on you, Death fell in love and couldn't bear the thought of you decaying. Of you not breathing your love and light on all that are wise enough to witness.

[Waxing poetic was easier for him. Telling Lestat the truth in how much he was love, by himself and those in his life, was easier than thinking of his death.]

I will promise you that if he comes for me again, it will be a fight. One I hope he regrets. I'll not be parted from you either unless by your will.

[ the sweet words are enough to cool the vampire's rage, drag it back down into the wounded fear underneath. without the momentum, lestat's composure cracks and shatters, replacing all of that heat with a deep sorrow that seemed endless in its depth. he's sniffling back tears, scrubbing at his eyes with the heel of his hand before responding. ]

I cannot bear to think of it a moment longer, Rowan. Please, let us speak of lighter things other than death and the undertow of grief.

I love you. I love your rage and your sorrow. I love your joy and your chaos. I miss you when you're not here. I went centuries with existing as I was, thinking I was fine. I was happy. Content.

I didn't know that I was lying to myself until I met you. You don't just give me joy, Lestat. You give me desire. Greed. I am selfish in my want of you, and I don't care that I am.

[He felt that sorrow and he sent something softer along it. Adoration. Acceptance.]

[ reading these messages only makes lestat scrub at his eyes more, fiercely trying to will back tears. the adoration wafting over him does little to stem the tide, instead make his lips wobble with the thought of potential loss.]

Did I not say lighter things? You are steadfast on making me weep, cruel man.

I miss you. All of this talk has made me yearn for your warmth terribly, for your heart breaking smile. You may mutter such devastating sweetness to me whilst I am safely wrapped in your arms, soothed by your breathing, your pulse.

Would you like me to call in a favour? I could be there in a few moments, after I purchase something.

[It wasn't just the desire to soothe Lestat that brought the offer to mind. He needed to touch the vampire himself. To hold him. To wipe those tears and apologize for bringing about sorrow to one who felt it too deeply.]

You can do that?

[ really he should not be surprised anymore. magic made all things possible, it seemed. ]

If the cost is not too great. I wish to hold you, if I am able.

Where are you? Exactly? It will work easier if I know that much.

[Warding was his specialty, and he'd found a weaver that was always looking for ways to curry favor to get royal wards on certain bits of things they wanted kept safe. Secret. Rowan was smart enough to choose to bargain for them, not just hand them out. So while he was texting Lestat, he also sent a call out to the weaver for a portal. Something that could take him there and back, a one use item, but he figured it would be worth it to ease that sorrow strumming through their bond.]

[ lestat sends through his location pin, a major music venue in louisville. he is still not quite sure what to expect, but a little flutter of nerves gives away his anticipation.]

Again, if the cost is not too great, cher.

[A call to the weaver, a spell offered and promised, and Rowan was the proud owner of a trinket that stored the spell.]

On my way to you, mon ange.

[Between one moment and the next, there was a glimmering, an indigo and purple swirled bending of the air and light, and Rowan stepped out of a tear in the fabric of nothingness. A moment of him needing to bend over to brace his hands on his knees for a moment, his glamour up to hide what happened from watching eyes, then- ah. He smiled.]

You ordered a hug?

[ there's a notable tension in the air before the rip in space, almost a darkening of the air around the glimmer. lestat's skin prickles, goose flesh along his arms and he sits up on the roof, glancing about the parking lot.

there - a tear through the veil and his love steps through, takes a moment to catch his breath. before he can straighten up, the blond leaps from atop the trailer and bounds into his arms, to that smiling face.]

You are impossible, my love. Impossible and wonderful.

[ lestat whispers fiercely, eyes a bright indigo, face streaked with blood. his mascara is smudged around his eyeline, pretty painted eyelids smeared with the inky black now. still he clutches at rowan in disbelief, buries his face into the crook of the man's neck to inhale, slips around around him to clutch him tight.]

[He had time to brace himself, but then Lestat was on him, and Rowan's arms went around him tightly, holding him just as firmly and crooning to him, rubbing his hands over his back as he tried to soothe him.]

I would cross oceans of time and space for you when you need me, love.

[Truly, in all the things he had access to, teleportation seemed the least strange to him. He stepped from one world into the next when he went to a sithen. A weaver's portal spell seemed mundane in comparison to that. And then there was his cottage.

But he was looking at it through the eyes of a creature born of magic, to magic, raised in said magic. Lestat had always been human, and only recently seemed to be stepping into that world that lay beyond.

Rowan pet his hair back, kissing along his cheek to his lips, smiling as he found them.]

Forgive me for distressing you, heart of mine. I'd rather be blinded again than see you crying because of me.

[ rowan's mouth is warm and fond against his and lestat melts, unable to get quite close enough. dizzying to have him suddenly right here in this droll parking lot, not in his usual windswept home or amidst the bustle of the emergency ward. a tremble against that smiling mouth, and suddenly emotion pours from him all at once. lestat has to draw away, to duck his head into the crook of rowan's shoulder once more as the tears come in great fat drops of crimson.]

You are staying with me. I-I will not let you go, Rowan.

[ muffled against rowan's shirt, paired with sniffles. his claws dig into the doctor's back, piercing through his shirt.

he has every intention of hauling rowan back to the trailer to cling to as he falls asleep tonight. it is fortunate that adam is asleep, though the young man may be quite startled to wake up to find an extra body curled up with them for the night.]

I wouldn't be foolish enough to ask it. You, in my arms? Sweet love...

[He didn't attempt to pull Lestat free from his grip, letting him cry out that overflow of emotion that he'd foolishly caused. He could deal with a bloody shirt and holes. He couldn't deal with having hurt the person that meant the most to him, intentionally or not.

What he did do, was sweep Lestat up into his arms in a bridal style carry, letting him stay curled up against him as he started to slowly walk towards where he could smell the scent of Lestat and that young pet of his. Then he paused.]

Would you like to stay out here and enjoy the night a bit longer? I don't want you to feel stifled after a long day and night of being adored.

No.

[ comes the muffled reply against rowan's collar. the vampire has wound himself tight against the older man, fisted his fingers into the material of his shirt possessively. breathing in the man's comforting scent and doing his best not to sniffle too loudly, though the tears just keep coming.]

Want you there while I sleep. Just be here like this, holding you close.

[ his mumbles still carry that thick sadness in his speech, hysteria faded but the aftershocks lingering. if rowan takes him to the trailer, he won't hesitate to curl his limbs in with the fae man's, snuggled in between a sleeping adam and rowan.]

As you wish.

[It was a short walk to the trailer, and he was quiet with magic to open the door, hearing the soft breathing of the human inside over the snuffling from Lestat curled against him. He couldn't quite stop the smile from lighting his face, even if he did feel guilty about upsetting Lestat. That hadn't been his intention in the slightest, but emotions ran deep in his lover, and small things turned bigger when there was space between them and fear still lingering.

He stepped in and magicked the door behind him to close quietly, looking around for where to set his prize. He hadn't been in the trailer before, so this was a novel experience for him.]

Bed, bed- ah.

[He found the source of the other body heat in here, and moved over to where the coffin-bed area was. Adam was lying sprawled out, and Lestat seemed to be incapable of unclinging from him.]

Dove, I need to set you down and get you undressed and cleaned up. I'm not going anywhere tonight. You have my word.

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[ the trailer unfortunately, is very much a mess of clothes strewn everywhere, most far too expensive to be lining the floor the way they are. there's the occasion empty cigarette packet littering the counter tops, but it's mostly lestat's clothes and accessories that adorn the surfaces. past the kitchenette and little lounges are smaller utilities and wardrobes, then finally at the back lies a large bed piled with thick blankets and furs. there's a coffin hidden in what appears to be cushioned seating, but lestat has little need for it when he can huddle underneath the weight of large blankets and a warm body. adam, it seems, doesn't mind either way.

at rowan's words lestat shakes his head in little increments, stubbornly winding his arms around the man's neck and shoulders.]

I don't care about cleaning up. Don't you dare let me go, Rowan.

[ a mostly petulant tone, but there's a slight growl there.]

[Raised brows and a soft chuckle, he moves to kneel amidst all the blankets. He's trying to sort out where best to lay the vampire without waking the sleeping human.

It takes a little shuffling, but he manages to wiggle down to lay them both down, Lestat resting against Adam, Rowan on the outside. He obliged the demands because he's the one who'd gotten Lestat to this state in the first place.]

There. Better?

[ immediately lestat twines his legs with rowan's, buries his nose into the man's neck. he'll wiggle a little bit backwards and will carefully grab adam's arm to drape over his own waist. the sleepy man doesn't seem to resist, only happy to snuffle into lestat's broad shoulders.

seemingly content, though still sniffling just a little, lestat curls his arms around rowan and holds him tight, breathing in his comforting scent.]

Much. Thank you, cher. Hold me while I sleep?

[ he leans back to look up at rowan with those vivid violet eyes, still bleary with blood red tears.]

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