Log: We could have had it all.

[the_wolfkiller]

When: Shortly after New Years

Lestat was laid on the couch, Voodoo chewing on a bone near him, that back door as always unlocked as he belted along with the sound system to a song sad enough no one would have expected Lestat to like it. But he was having one of those days where he was mourning Nicolas and that mortal actor who died in Paris again.

Georia finally had it's cold snap, it was freezing but not real snow, Georgia rarely gets real snow. At 20 degrees the air rolling off the ocean made the state feel like it was closer to 1 degree but it wasn't. So, the vampire friendly furnace was going as Lestat belted out the song in his toasty living room.

It was terrible, he was fighting with David and he promised no contact to keep his children safe but part of him really considered stealing Claudia's cell to make a call that everyone would smack him for. Maybe it was the same music, or the deep chill in the air outside but Lestat was drifting back and forth in memories as the sad music made the nicknacks on his bookcase shake with value. Voodoo was not concerned, his master was fucking strange when he's upset.

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[longedfordeath]

It wasn't that different from the winters in New Orleans, when the cold rose off the Mississippi and the normally-balmy Caribbean sea. Louis hadn't been through a New Orleans winter in years, and despite the chilliness had a sense of fond nostalgia as he returned in from hunting. As he entered through the front door Voodoo looked up and wagged his tail but didn't desert the bone (far more interesting than Louis), while Thibault mewed loudly for attention and gave up on attempting to kill the shoelaces on a pair of Lestat's boots.

"What is this soundtrack you've picked for the night?" he asked as he scooped up the now-adolescent cat. Lestat was acting maudlin and showy, but that in itself was no reason to be concerned yet.

[the_wolfkiller]

"Adele. Lovely voice, isn't it?"

He spoke as he laid there watching Louis and Tibby, he lowered a hand down to show why Voodoo was chewing his bone there, Lestat could scratch his ears from there. A happy spoiled dog indeed.

"Welcome home, my love. I've missed you."

[longedfordeath]

"Beautiful. But won't the loud music hurt their ears?" As it was currently hurting his? Tibby snuggled into the crook of Louis' elbow and batted at the buttons on his jacket. Louis smiled and rubbed between the cat's ears, eliciting a purr. He was far too fond of this cat.

He looked up at Lestat with a hint of curiosity. "You did?" The two of them had become much closer in recent months after Lestat discovered Claudia, had softened toward each other and lived as lovers again, but they'd only been apart a few hours. A glance at the mantle clock affirmed this. "Is that why you're lying there singing sad songs?"

[the_wolfkiller]

Lestat lifted the remote and shut the whole system down. Louis was likely right. Though Mojo used to howl along with Music with Lestat. Those days long gone though. He let the remote fall from his hand onto the table beside the couch and held a hand out to Louis.

"Of course I did my love. And I am lying here singing sad songs because I am mourning another love lost, not you. I will always have you so I hope. My beautiful Merciful Death."

[longedfordeath]

So it was something more than simple melancholy. Louis sighed, all but imperceptibly, and linked his fingers with Lestat's.

"Did you hear from Nicolas?" A presumptuous question, as Lestat had several lost loves, one of whom was waiting for him come around, but none had weighed on Lestat's mind recently as much as Nicki.