[ He's fast about it, leaving immediately and running at top speed. He's expecting to find Lestat on the sand, but of course he's in the water itself. Rafa takes off his shoes and follows, wading out until he can reach, and put his arms around Lestat. ]
You know that you could have come to the house. Ignacio and I would have helped.
[Which means that probably almost everything he owns is in ruin now. Which one can see when getting close to him and seeing that his clothes are torn from him throwing things around too.
But he at least leans into Rafa which is something.]
[ Rafa remembers that he destroyed his room when Rafa disappeared. This must be so much worse. Armand has been important to Lestat for so very long. He's not just someone Lestat loves, he's someone from home.
Family.
Rafa tightens his hold on him. ]
You imagine we care more about things, than you? You are wrong.
Why does it matter? I tried to drown myself but obviously that was failure.
[Okay that's largely untrue. What actually happened is that he didn't feel like flying anymore and let himself just fall anywhere. This just happens to be where.]
And why should I care about him? He's just a filthy little beast. A loathsome thing.
[Somehow there's far more hurt than bitterness in his tone. He doesn't mean his words. He's just...sad.]
[ Rafa can't see where the shell landed, or if it did any damage while it did. He focuses on Lestat, and reaches up to touch his face again. His fingers are gentle on his cheek. ]
I know. Loss is the worst kind of pain. It drove me almost to death, once. It is...normal, to feel that pain. It is part of loving them, even if it is the worst part. I am so sorry, Lestat. This is the last thing I wanted for you.
[ He leans closer, cuddling his head on Lestat's shoulder. He can't take the pain away, but he can be here with him while he feels it, and he can understand. ]
[The fact that his tantrum isn't chasing Rafa off doesn't go unnoticed by him. Enough so that he finally, finally turns to look at his lover. There's no hiding the anger and pain and sadness in those eyes. Lestat honestly wouldn't even try. While there's no tears to be found, one can't deny that he's genuinely hurting from this.]
I hate him.
[He doesn't though. It's just so easy to be bitter and to hide away from the fact that his last words to him were cruel in an effort to pick a pointless fight for the fun of it.]
Rafa can make that work. He leans up, reaching to slide his hand into Lestat's hair. he pulls him in for what begins as a soft kiss. His fangs get involved in it quickly, slicing across Lestat's lips. ]
I'll make you feel something else.
[ He shifts in an instant, straddling his lover's lap, and pushing him down into the tidewashed sand. ]
[Blood flows from his lip to slide down this chin. Lestat's eyes immediately dilate some as he wraps his arms around Rafa. The sea is about to flow with their blood and there's something so beautiful about that he finds himself hungering for it.
Water splashes and his hair catches the sand easily. And still he looks like an angel as he gazes up at him. A bloody angel.
Reaching up, he pulls him down for another kiss and tears at his lips so he can taste that sweet and fiery blood of his lover.]
[ Rafa gazes down at him, at his hair floating in the mobile water around them. He's so beautiful. He's always been so beautiful. Rafa presses down into their kiss, and groans as his lip is torn apart. He so badly craves that feeling. His lips bleed willingly into Lestat's mouth, while Rafa's hands spread down his body and deftly undo his sodden clothes.
Lestat's perfect marble chest is quickly exposed, and Rafa pulls regretfully away from his lips. ]
My love.
[ He dips down, and he pulls a nipple into his mouth. His tongue bathes it, and then his fangs prick it to draw the sharp tang of blood. Rafa's hips grind against Lestat's, while the material of their pants clings so tightly in the water as to leave nothing to the imagination. ]
[Lestat gasps and arches into the sting of the bite. It doesn't matter that the wound closes almost right away, he still offers it to Rafa as he moves with him. Some water flows up over his face but it doesn't bother him. Instead it just flows away and he's left tearing at Rafa's shift to get to his skin.
Clothes are meaningless. And in the way of what he wants, damn it.]
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I want to come to you.
Diva told me.
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[Lestat you destroyed your bedroom and sent your dog off to be with Hatter then flew out to sit in the water on the beach. Shut up.]
If you must I'm on the beach.
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[ He's fast about it, leaving immediately and running at top speed. He's expecting to find Lestat on the sand, but of course he's in the water itself. Rafa takes off his shoes and follows, wading out until he can reach, and put his arms around Lestat. ]
You know that you could have come to the house. Ignacio and I would have helped.
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[Which means that probably almost everything he owns is in ruin now. Which one can see when getting close to him and seeing that his clothes are torn from him throwing things around too.
But he at least leans into Rafa which is something.]
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Family.
Rafa tightens his hold on him. ]
You imagine we care more about things, than you? You are wrong.
[ He reaches up to touch Lestat's face. ]
I am so sorry. I know how much he means to you.
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[Okay that's largely untrue. What actually happened is that he didn't feel like flying anymore and let himself just fall anywhere. This just happens to be where.]
And why should I care about him? He's just a filthy little beast. A loathsome thing.
[Somehow there's far more hurt than bitterness in his tone. He doesn't mean his words. He's just...sad.]
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This is not his fault, Lestat. He did not choose to go, it is not like...what happened with me.
He told me himself that he never expected to leave. I know that you care. It is all right to care.
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[He grabs a shell and launches it. It flies so far it's hard to tell where it even lands in the water. Even for their senses.]
I don't want to care about him.
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I know. Loss is the worst kind of pain. It drove me almost to death, once. It is...normal, to feel that pain. It is part of loving them, even if it is the worst part. I am so sorry, Lestat. This is the last thing I wanted for you.
[ He leans closer, cuddling his head on Lestat's shoulder. He can't take the pain away, but he can be here with him while he feels it, and he can understand. ]
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I hate him.
[He doesn't though. It's just so easy to be bitter and to hide away from the fact that his last words to him were cruel in an effort to pick a pointless fight for the fun of it.]
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You do not. But I know.
[ His hand slides onto Lestat's neck. ]
Tell me what would help. What do you need?
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[But he does at least move in a way to drop his head onto Rafa's shoulder, finally accepting the comfort.]
Distract me.
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Rafa can make that work. He leans up, reaching to slide his hand into Lestat's hair. he pulls him in for what begins as a soft kiss. His fangs get involved in it quickly, slicing across Lestat's lips. ]
I'll make you feel something else.
[ He shifts in an instant, straddling his lover's lap, and pushing him down into the tidewashed sand. ]
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Water splashes and his hair catches the sand easily. And still he looks like an angel as he gazes up at him. A bloody angel.
Reaching up, he pulls him down for another kiss and tears at his lips so he can taste that sweet and fiery blood of his lover.]
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Lestat's perfect marble chest is quickly exposed, and Rafa pulls regretfully away from his lips. ]
My love.
[ He dips down, and he pulls a nipple into his mouth. His tongue bathes it, and then his fangs prick it to draw the sharp tang of blood. Rafa's hips grind against Lestat's, while the material of their pants clings so tightly in the water as to leave nothing to the imagination. ]
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Clothes are meaningless. And in the way of what he wants, damn it.]