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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.]

[Rowan shakes his head, but it's a fondness at just how large Lestat's emotions are. He glances over his shoulder at Adam, seeing the human snuggling in closer, and he scoffs.

He glances around and finds something that he figures can be used to mop up the worst of what's all over Lestat's face. He dabs at the blood, the smears, and he wipes them clean.]

I'm sorry I got you this upset, my heart.

[He leaned in and pressed a kiss to his forehead, then wiggled until he could find a way for Lestat to rest his head against his chest and shoulder, all while trying not to jostle Adam.]

[ a little wounded sound from the vampire, a scrunch of his nose at the cleaning and fussing. but a beat more and a crooked smile curls at his mouth, brows creasing. between rowan's steady warmth and adam's nuzzling between his shoulder blades in his slumber, that endless despair is beginning to fill with comfort, the steady pressure around his body easing his tension away.

he huffs out a breath against rowan's chest, tips up his chin carefully to kiss the man's jaw. ]

Do not apologize for sharing your troubles, as they are mine also. You have more than made up for it with your presence.

[ he'll nose his way up to steal a gentle kiss from rowan's mouth, then burrow back down into his warmth with a sigh. let rowan go only to pull thick furs over the three of them, then sink back into his little burrow. between the soothing scent of beeswax and smoke and the pleasant sounds and colours of adam's dreamscape, it does not take long at all for lestat's mind to empty and for him to slip into slumber. ]

[He wouldn't fall asleep immediately, listening to the sound of Lestat's breathing even out into slumber, feeling the sun rising outside above the horizon, and the scent of Adam lacing over everything.

Before he slipped into sleep himself, he wrapped summer warmth around both of the boys in the bed with them, tucking the scrawny human in behind Lestat, then closing his eyes and letting sleep drag him under, soothed by the scent and weight of the vampire against his side.]

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