![]() The boots added an inch or two to his height. ![]() Marius was waiting for him fully dressed and wearing a red cloak and leather boots. He pulled his hair back, hiding the knots as best he could, and smoothed out the wrinkles on his outfit. He didn't want to be seen like this, but knew he had no choice. He would be grateful to have new clothes and look presentable again. He tried prying them out with his fingers, but it was a fruitless task. His hair was tangled and formed thick knots in his curls. He buttoned up his coat, fingers pressing the smooth pearl buttons through fraying holes. There was no need to hide his vampiric nature from Marius. He would look aside and there would be someone else sitting next to him, not a victim, but someone that came to be with him. They would outlast their loneliness in each other. They could pass through the shadows of hell together, and the hounds of hell would cower, knowing that two beings were stronger than one. There was another being here here that knew him for what they both were, that desired his company. ![]() The red cloaked figure of Marius at his side could make it different. He still felt lonely, but it was hard to drown in the blackness when he was surrounded by humanity and it's works of art. He could have his parties, his ballets, his conversations that made it all bearable. It had been his way since he was made to do so, to join them as their secret shadow, apart yet so separate from them. Of course he'd gone to mingle with humans before. He wanted to watch this, the lights of humanity just across the water, so tantalizingly close. Lestat sat on the window ledge of his new room, the breeze chilling him, but not enough to move. The lights from the village were gleaming across the water and the gentle swells of oncoming waves broke the night's silence.
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