{ he lost track of time after clawing his way out of his fungi prison. sometime later, a vine nearly suffocates him. louis reaches out to try and find a comfort that does not belong to him anymore, but all he grasps is the vine in his hand. he rips through the plant and ends up stumbling into a deeper part of the pit. his distressed subconscious instantly links him to the network as he tries to catch his breath. he can only think of lestat then. it's too familiar, being pushed until the truth is all that is left. }
bɘi| I Id̶̯̦̠͚̣̦͋̒̀̾͂͑͐͆i̴̟̜͍̤̥̝̰̥̒́̈́̒ͅd̸̮̱̳̳̙̝̗̪̓̆͂̏̊̽͘ ̶̡̧̞͎͕͚͉̫̭̿͝m̸̡̘̟̞̦͖̤̰̖̒͋̈́ï̵̤̰͉͖̲͙̖̏s̶͈̮̤̙̦̤͒́̾s̷̯̖̭̫̥͊̊͝you.
[ It's a convenient hour, at least, given that Lestat is nocturnal and is awake when others might not be. In stark contrast to what Louis is going through, Lestat is reading when the letters distort. It takes a moment to discern what the message says through the garbled text, and it takes only a moment longer to guess who it might be from. ]
{ it's easy, far too easy when he suddenly knows it's lestat. louis purposely ignores he had been the one to reach out. it's a small comfort, he won't deny. it must have been hours since then. he's getting hungry. he decides he might as well attempt again. }
It's me.̸̘̲̱͙̅̀̐͜ ̸̡̛͍̘͉͔͍͎̈́̏̾͝ I d̷͉͉̝̠͍̻͖̦͕̭̓͂̃̍̀̊̃̔͒͝o̴̗͑̀͗͛͑͌̀͒͜n̵͈͐'̴̡͉͚͔̝̟͚̜̈́̀̾̈̆̔́̃͜͠t̷͍̩́̍͊̂͛̈́̕͝ ̴̰̫̬̳̜̤̾͋̎̓́͝͝͠k̵̫̽n̷͈̯̗̯͖̘͜͝ǫ̴̦̮͇͕͊͋͒̍ͅŵ̶̛͓͇̳̝̱͕͑̄͂̒̓͆ ̴̹̹̻͆̒̌͒̔̿̿ͅ where ̷̧͕͙̣̖͊̏͂͑̈͒̈͘̕͝I̶̢̡̧̩̮̭̗̦̙̙͒͐͊̓̈̀͋̄̿́ ̵͚̹̖̭̋̉̌́̂̍̿̚͘͝á̵̡̢̖̖̪͔͇́m̴̗̯͚̱͚̔̍̃̅͊͘͝. A pit, mayb̵̡͓̣̹̬́̌̀̓͠e̸͇̯̖̮̣̺̩̽̎̔̑̈́̈̈́.̷̜͕͂̌ ̶̛̬̦̩̏̇̑̈́̋̈̊͜͝ Pathetic, ḯ̴̛̠̫͕̭̟̠̩͕̹͍̀͌̆́̔̈́̕ṡ̶̨̙̓͗͑̈́̑͘͝n̴̞̙̫̮̩̪̅͌̓͑̋̊͘͜͝'̸̖͙̮̓̎̍̊t̷͚̔̅͝ ̷̣͉̆i̷̧̫͚͐̂ͅṭ̵̛͙̐?̷̥̦̤̭͍̗̤̔ Kidnapped twice.
[ It'd be a lie to say Lestat wasn't waiting impatiently for another message to come through.
Later, once this is all sorted and he's saved Louis from whatever mess he's in, Lestat will tut his tongue gently at the other vampire and chastise him for getting kidnapped. In the moment, he's appalled that anyone would have the audacity to do do anything to Louis, let alone leave him in a pit. ]
{ he just knows lestat will hold this over him, but something about it makes him oddly comforted when the stench of dead bodies is still pungent. it buds a familiarity he didn't think he'll ever have again. the urge to escape grows. }
We did ş̸͍̗̘̖̩̖̮̯͑̂̍̌̊̽̎͗̊͝ͅu̵̻̖̺̬̤͛͛̽̂̇̓͋̓͜͠ͅŕ̸̜͚̌͂̏̅̑̂̕͠v̸̫̥̍͠i̷̻̞̜͉̟̝͕̹̟̍̀̓̇̿̉̚̕̚͘ͅv̸̡̡͔͙̺̀͗̉ͅẹ̴̡̮̦͚̳̳͖͚̣̿͛͠ ̵͍̱̯̘̆̐́̄́̏ờ̶͓̰͕͈̞͒͑̽̓͋͠͝ne anothë̷̲ŗ̴͔͕̀̾̋̓͛̊͘.̶̢͖͗͂̑̆̊̀̉̑ ̵̤̥͓̄͂ Ý̴͚͚̤̹̽̍̇̊́ou better.
{ it cuts off abruptly. no matter how much louis tries, the messages he attempts afterwards dissolve into a incorrigible static and he's left with a headache.
[ Simple. Affirmative. A promise Louis will know he intends to keep, if the message ever gets to him. Though maybe Louis doesn't need the confirmation to know that Lestat will follow through.
And while he's not sure when or where he might get something new from Louis, he stays alert in case one should appear. ]
{ every fiber within him is burning. there's no salve to the pains of a ritual that is making him see visions of past. perhaps, he's looking for one particular salve. it's an attempt, to reach out again when he's been in the pit for over a week now. it has him wondering, mostly hopeful. he's recently fed enough. super soldier blood apparently has a way to it. who knows how long it'll last. }
Lesta̵͇̟͉̜̟̝̪̽̆̏̊̈́̈́͒̈̊͠ṱ̵̢̳̱͍̉̈́̃̔̉͛̃͝.̵̾̀̾
Have yoů̸̳̰̜̲̩̥̝̲͗̈́̊̀̀ ̷̧̯̤̟̙̻̯̺͠b̸̛̙̀̆͊̅́ẽ̵͙̦͔͖̳̬̻̯é̶̠͎̗̃̇̾̾͗̇͘n to the H̵͈̺̱̜̒̌̋͗̃̅̚͝o̴͎̪̜̠̪͉͑͗̓̔r̶̒̋̾͐̏̚͠ͅizon?
[ He assumes it's Louis. He knows by now that the messages haven't been the most reliable, but he also knows that there's perhaps only one other missing person that might reach out to him by name, and it seems likely that they'd choose someone they know a little better.
So it must be Louis, and despite himself, Lestat is relieved for the prolonged silence to be broken. ]
{ it's a pitiful attempt. he fails for hours. there is too much going on around him, and letting his concentration slip allows the whispers to get stronger. he hasn't slept for days. it'll be some time for lestat, but mere delirious moments until louis manages to catch a flutter of sleep. time is different in the pit, he's realizing. he's not sure what he's doing, but it's happening. some part of him had wanted to get back to the place he visited when he was just his name and no memories to truly guide him.
he didn't think coming back to the horizon would occur under dire circumstances. the horizon brought a sense of peace in the mystery of what it could provide, for him to carve his own space. there's intent to his aim to get back, one woven from velvet woe. it's the only way he might be able to see lestat. stepping back into it is a brief comfort before he's reminded of the ache, one that makes him fall back. a bench catches his fall.
it isn't the louis with his darker clothes and regal air of careful ease that lestat will see. it's louis the way he would have been seen in the streets of nola with a three piece maroon suit that'll bring out the green in his eyes, and a hint to the swagger he once held at the forefront. his arcana is stitched upon the fabric. beyond, he's crumbling, and they might as well be back to when he first felt the pain of his lurching body adapting to just being turned. there's no graveyard this time. there's a bench with louis upon it and an empty feeling begging to be filled. the stench of dead people is still the same. }
[ Maybe it's not so surprising that Lestat matches Louis in this moment. He'd entertained the notion of returning to the fashion of the early nineteenth century. A part of him will always miss his cloak of wolf-skin. But New Orleans is a meaningful chapter in his life, and Louis had disliked how he dressed like a European from the Old Country.
So when he sits on the bench next to Louis, like they'd done so many nights together, he's got his own well-tailored suit of blue and a silk ascot embroidered with his arcana. He turns his pale eyes on Louis, unable to hide the tension in his jaw even despite his efforts to greet the other so light-heartedly. ]
{ they don't have to match. part of him still wonders if lestat is still hiding a part of him away. probably even more now. it's nice to have the ole familiar despite louis sensing the tension at the edges. it's perhaps how he's extra vulnerable against his will that keeps him attune to it. it's also not sane for him to let out a huffed out chuckle that cuts bittersweet from the bizarreness of their current situation. he knows, or at least he thinks. }
Sorry to disappoint. You won't be getting the opportunity to kill me yourself.
{ he says it because it has to be said. he's not there to address any ill feelings from the fallout, of which they nearly got close to when they were on the balcony of the ball. it seems so distant, so hazy. he shakes his head as a shiver runs down his whole body, and he could melt into the bench from the slight fever of it all. }
I don't know how long I can hol' on. The pit is messin' with me.
[ He scoffs. What Louis is saying is absurd, and, yes, maybe once he did drop Louis out of the sky but he wouldn't have done it if he felt Louis wouldn't survive. Probably. ]
I told you I won't let you die. Not when something seems so keen on keeping us together.
[ Louis may be in a different faction but, still, the coincidence can't be ignored.
Lestat reaches hand up to brush his thumb across Louis' chin, considering the strangeness of the situation and how they can be together without being together. ]
People are working hard to find clues to your disappearances. Hold on a little longer.
{ he lifts his eyebrows since lestat seems to always find a way to catch him off guard. it’s a distraction. his tongue feels heavy and he’s unsure. }
Only you would consider it an annoyance. { the Singularity, whatever it is, certainly placed them in different factions even if they are stuck in it. he hates that it’s a reflex to lean into the thumb, as if he were parched. perhaps, he is. the thirst has grown in him. louis reaches up to wrap his fingers around lestat’s wrist as a means to draw his full attention, gripping. }
It doesn’t matter now. I just... It’s stupid. I had to see you once more.
{ he expects lestat to mock him. louis lumps into the bench, and sighs. he knows what he has to do — the succumbing overtakes as it speaks through him. }
[ There is nothing Louis might say or do that Lestat would think is stupid, contrary to what he says or how he acts. Fortunately he has no chance to say anything about it, because Louis is speaking other sorts of nonsense that causes Lestat to frown. ]
Who? Make what right?
[ How has Louis even had the time or opportunity to wrong anyone or anything since they've been here? That's not Louis' nature. ]
{ he swore he wouldn’t give in so easily. it wasn’t until he saw lestat at nocwich that louis thought maybe the concept of an invisible chord hadn’t just been another lie. had he been a fool? the pit is opening up wounds he hid away. he’s frozen when he speaks, and in it the whispers want to pull him away from the horizon. one of them is filtering through, but he resists for now.
louis. there’s an infliction towards the end, the same done by - }
Claudia. { he started building a shrine in solvunn for her. if there’s a possibility to get to her, he won’t hesitate. he also won’t speak further, lest his tongue will fall from the weight of having to keep it sealed for decades after he lost her. his frown deepens. he can’t hold on too long. he’s being pulled back. }
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( feb 22, the witching hour ) » — network;
*I lied. I did miss you.
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Louis? Is that you?
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Later, once this is all sorted and he's saved Louis from whatever mess he's in, Lestat will tut his tongue gently at the other vampire and chastise him for getting kidnapped. In the moment, he's appalled that anyone would have the audacity to do do anything to Louis, let alone leave him in a pit. ]
You have survived worse than this. I'll find you.
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{ it cuts off abruptly. no matter how much louis tries, the messages he attempts afterwards dissolve into a incorrigible static and he's left with a headache.
well, shit. }
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[ Simple. Affirmative. A promise Louis will know he intends to keep, if the message ever gets to him. Though maybe Louis doesn't need the confirmation to know that Lestat will follow through.
And while he's not sure when or where he might get something new from Louis, he stays alert in case one should appear. ]
distorted attempt, late march 2nd;
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So it must be Louis, and despite himself, Lestat is relieved for the prolonged silence to be broken. ]
Yes, Louis. I have.
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horizon blip;
he didn't think coming back to the horizon would occur under dire circumstances. the horizon brought a sense of peace in the mystery of what it could provide, for him to carve his own space. there's intent to his aim to get back, one woven from velvet woe. it's the only way he might be able to see lestat. stepping back into it is a brief comfort before he's reminded of the ache, one that makes him fall back. a bench catches his fall.
it isn't the louis with his darker clothes and regal air of careful ease that lestat will see. it's louis the way he would have been seen in the streets of nola with a three piece maroon suit that'll bring out the green in his eyes, and a hint to the swagger he once held at the forefront. his arcana is stitched upon the fabric. beyond, he's crumbling, and they might as well be back to when he first felt the pain of his lurching body adapting to just being turned. there's no graveyard this time. there's a bench with louis upon it and an empty feeling begging to be filled. the stench of dead people is still the same. }
I think I've finally found my end. My true end.
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[ Maybe it's not so surprising that Lestat matches Louis in this moment. He'd entertained the notion of returning to the fashion of the early nineteenth century. A part of him will always miss his cloak of wolf-skin. But New Orleans is a meaningful chapter in his life, and Louis had disliked how he dressed like a European from the Old Country.
So when he sits on the bench next to Louis, like they'd done so many nights together, he's got his own well-tailored suit of blue and a silk ascot embroidered with his arcana. He turns his pale eyes on Louis, unable to hide the tension in his jaw even despite his efforts to greet the other so light-heartedly. ]
You won't be dying yet.
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Sorry to disappoint. You won't be getting the opportunity to kill me yourself.
{ he says it because it has to be said. he's not there to address any ill feelings from the fallout, of which they nearly got close to when they were on the balcony of the ball. it seems so distant, so hazy. he shakes his head as a shiver runs down his whole body, and he could melt into the bench from the slight fever of it all. }
I don't know how long I can hol' on. The pit is messin' with me.
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I told you I won't let you die. Not when something seems so keen on keeping us together.
[ Louis may be in a different faction but, still, the coincidence can't be ignored.
Lestat reaches hand up to brush his thumb across Louis' chin, considering the strangeness of the situation and how they can be together without being together. ]
People are working hard to find clues to your disappearances. Hold on a little longer.
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Only you would consider it an annoyance. { the Singularity, whatever it is, certainly placed them in different factions even if they are stuck in it. he hates that it’s a reflex to lean into the thumb, as if he were parched. perhaps, he is. the thirst has grown in him. louis reaches up to wrap his fingers around lestat’s wrist as a means to draw his full attention, gripping. }
It doesn’t matter now. I just... It’s stupid. I had to see you once more.
{ he expects lestat to mock him. louis lumps into the bench, and sighs. he knows what he has to do — the succumbing overtakes as it speaks through him. }
I have to go to her. I have to make it right.
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Who? Make what right?
[ How has Louis even had the time or opportunity to wrong anyone or anything since they've been here? That's not Louis' nature. ]
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louis. there’s an infliction towards the end, the same done by - }
Claudia. { he started building a shrine in solvunn for her. if there’s a possibility to get to her, he won’t hesitate. he also won’t speak further, lest his tongue will fall from the weight of having to keep it sealed for decades after he lost her. his frown deepens. he can’t hold on too long. he’s being pulled back. }