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blood_winged) wrote2009-12-22 04:36 am
blood_winged) wrote2009-12-22 04:36 am
Advent Prompt #13
Title: Prompt #13
Genre: General/Romance
Pairing(s): Louis/Lestat.
Rating: U
Warnings: None
Summary: Shortfic. Louis and Lestat view the snowy winter landscape from a hilltop.
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I have forgotten what it looks like in the sunlight, but this is one thing that I do not really mind. Snow seen under the moonlight is far more beautiful, the hush that comes with it even more so. The view from the bench where I and my companion sit is stunning; the only marks in the snow the soft dents of footsteps from our journey up. No breath escapes us to fog before our faces in the winter air, and we do not feel the cold eating at our skin like a mortal would. We do not shiver, or wish for a warm fire to drive the chill from our bones, and perhaps this is better, for it allows us complete devotion to the landscape.
My companion and I have a long history, one which would take days or perhaps weeks to explain in detail. We have had our arguments and our fights, and we have had our tender moments. Apologies between the two of us could take months, and why not, for we had all the time in the world to skirt about each other with pretty words and promises.
He seems to read my thoughts, for he lets out a quiet snort and casts that all-too-familiar look my way, the look that says ‘Louis, you are thinking too much again’. I smile, and he smiles too.
Like the snow, he also looks more beautiful under the moonlight.
I have never seen what Lestat looks like in the sun, and I know that I never will, for while he may be able to stand it, though not without injury, I have no wish to subject myself to it. I am happy to see him like this, though, with the silvery light turning his skin to porcelain and the moonshine putting white fire in his eyes. He is truly a creature of the night, and it is sometimes hard for me to remember the demon that I have seen him become, that I know he can still be. To look at him now, so delicate, almost frail, I feel as if to touch him would break him.
I sit back, and my hand falls to the wooden slats of the bench. He places his fingers over mine and for a fleeting moment my mind remembers the warmth of a human touch, a mortal touch, though it fades just as quickly as it came. Such things frustrate me, though I know such frustration is useless to me now. I turn my hand over and clasp his, and I dare to glance at him. He isn’t looking at me. His eyes are turned out over the whitened landscape, the beginnings of a faint snowfall dusting his hair. He truly is beautiful. Lestat, the Brat Prince – he would accept nothing less.
Often, since the night that he first took me into his world, I have wondered what it would be like to feel happiness. I had thought, in our brief time with Claudia, that I had found it, but I had learned far too late that it was not to be. I was content now, though, in this quiet place with the one who had always, somehow, come back to me. Content with my lot in life, as it was. Perhaps this was what I had been looking for. Perhaps this is happiness.
Genre: General/Romance
Pairing(s): Louis/Lestat.
Rating: U
Warnings: None
Summary: Shortfic. Louis and Lestat view the snowy winter landscape from a hilltop.
Prompt: Link
Prompts List
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I have forgotten what it looks like in the sunlight, but this is one thing that I do not really mind. Snow seen under the moonlight is far more beautiful, the hush that comes with it even more so. The view from the bench where I and my companion sit is stunning; the only marks in the snow the soft dents of footsteps from our journey up. No breath escapes us to fog before our faces in the winter air, and we do not feel the cold eating at our skin like a mortal would. We do not shiver, or wish for a warm fire to drive the chill from our bones, and perhaps this is better, for it allows us complete devotion to the landscape.
My companion and I have a long history, one which would take days or perhaps weeks to explain in detail. We have had our arguments and our fights, and we have had our tender moments. Apologies between the two of us could take months, and why not, for we had all the time in the world to skirt about each other with pretty words and promises.
He seems to read my thoughts, for he lets out a quiet snort and casts that all-too-familiar look my way, the look that says ‘Louis, you are thinking too much again’. I smile, and he smiles too.
Like the snow, he also looks more beautiful under the moonlight.
I have never seen what Lestat looks like in the sun, and I know that I never will, for while he may be able to stand it, though not without injury, I have no wish to subject myself to it. I am happy to see him like this, though, with the silvery light turning his skin to porcelain and the moonshine putting white fire in his eyes. He is truly a creature of the night, and it is sometimes hard for me to remember the demon that I have seen him become, that I know he can still be. To look at him now, so delicate, almost frail, I feel as if to touch him would break him.
I sit back, and my hand falls to the wooden slats of the bench. He places his fingers over mine and for a fleeting moment my mind remembers the warmth of a human touch, a mortal touch, though it fades just as quickly as it came. Such things frustrate me, though I know such frustration is useless to me now. I turn my hand over and clasp his, and I dare to glance at him. He isn’t looking at me. His eyes are turned out over the whitened landscape, the beginnings of a faint snowfall dusting his hair. He truly is beautiful. Lestat, the Brat Prince – he would accept nothing less.
Often, since the night that he first took me into his world, I have wondered what it would be like to feel happiness. I had thought, in our brief time with Claudia, that I had found it, but I had learned far too late that it was not to be. I was content now, though, in this quiet place with the one who had always, somehow, come back to me. Content with my lot in life, as it was. Perhaps this was what I had been looking for. Perhaps this is happiness.
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I absolutely love Louis&Lestat together~ And the last few lines were absolutely wonderful!
*faingirls* lol
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<333
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PS I won't tell Anne Rice you're writing fanfics of her characters omfg. XDD
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