He was a businessman, a many of many cohorts. She was a budding star, slowly making her way to the top. They had been friends and lovers but mostly friends. She comes to town the weekend our beloved Louis let his immortal companion give him the kiss...
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Reimagine Eliana as pictured above— or however you choose, of course.
Eliana had done as Lestat encouraged her to. She explored her music, all of its glories and limitations. She would be home for a week and then gone for weeks for what seemed like the longest 3 years of their lives. The fulfillment of it all satiated her soul deeply. Louis explored his own adventures alight her absence Yet, on the other end it was daunting, an agitating void needing to be filled when the highs of nightlife settled into dewy mornings.
They needed her. It had been long enough, they have given her long enough.
Louis sat by the grand piano, his fingers absently tracing the keys, ruminating over Eliana's absence. He loved her music, a haunting melody that lingered like her presence. She made it big time. Yet, the silence felt oppressively heavy, as if the very walls mourned her departure. Louis often found himself lost in memories of the nights they spent together, sharing stories and symphonies. He missed her laughter, her spark, her passion for life that had once lit up the darkness around them.
Lestat, on the other hand, paced restlessly, his vibrant energy a stark contrast to Louis's contemplative stillness. "Let her chase her muse," he said with an impish grin, though the flicker of worry in his eyes betrayed his bravado. He admired her spirit, yet couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy for the music that claimed her attention. "But she cannot forget us! We are her true song," he declared, with that familiar dramatic flair that always accompanied his emotions.
Weeks passed, and with each day that Eliana remained away, the gulf between them felt wider. Louis clung to their memories, while Lestat reveled in the wild adventures he could concoct in her absence. Yet, underneath the bravado, both felt the same yearning—an ache for the harmony they shared, now fractured.
When Eliana finally returned, she bore the essence of nights spent under starlit skies, songs woven into her very being. "I missed you both," she said, wrapping her arms around them, laughter spilling like notes from a well-tuned instrument.
In that moment, Louis found peace in the quiet notes of her presence, and Lestat, ever exuberant, knew then that her journey aided in their relationship. Had she not done this, who knew the struggles their love would endure.
"Tell me all about your show" Louis always took a moment to ask her about her shows despite the gnawing irritation at her being gone most of the time.
And so she told them the stories of her band's most recent shows and of the crowds who sung the words with her. She beamed with an air of satisfaction and they listened closely, proud of her.
"There was one interesting fella in the crowd" She says and taps her raspberry tinged lips in recollection, "He was one of us. Said that he could tell I was new to this life."
The men grew curious hearing this. Lestat especially held an unreadable gaze on his face.
"And what gave him that idea" "Apparently my hunt reminded him of child's play" Eliana scowled. "Now I was not scared of him but there was something both comforting and unsettling about him. Made my skin crawl."
She described his demeanor—a blend of grace and latent power—and the enigmatic aura that seemed to wrap around him like a cloak.
"Did he seem... dangerous?" Louis asked carefully, glancing at Lestat, whose interest was clearly piqued.
Eliana paused, considering. "Not in the way you might think. His danger was subtle, like the pages of a book you couldn't resist turning, even if you feared what you might find."
Lestat chuckled, "He sounds delightful. Perhaps we should invite him over." "Or perhaps I should have killed him" She smirked
Les couldn't help his naughty gaze. He adored that response.
"That's my girl"
The scent of old parchment and fresh baked loaves mingled in the air as Eliana, her amber skin glowing under the moonlight streaming through the opened windows, practiced her harp. Her fingers danced across the strings, weaving a melody that spoke of ambient forests and moonlit journeys. She had come to know how to play a number of instruments over the years.
Soon, like a moth to the flame, two figures materialized in the room—their shadows stretching across the polished floor.
"Listen to this my loves" She was excited to play her work after only learning how to play the instrument a little over a week ago.
They sat and listened. Lulled by the angelic notes that danced in their ears. She was masterful in her craft. She glanced at her loves, Louis and Lestat, curled together on the velvet sofa. Lestat, eyes closed, traced languid patterns on Louis's hand. They were a picture of contentment, a domesticity that felt almost foreign to her. Yet she longed to forge a deeper connection.
"Eliana," Louis spoke, his voice a low rumble as she came to a close. "When are you set to leave"
The woman peered at him and tilted her head slightly observing him deeply, and she gave a soft smile.
Lestat stirred, his eyes opening like the clear blue skies of a warm summer sky
"What's the matter louis?" She asks, "That look never means well.."
Lestat casually brushes off to the side as if he hadn't been the mastermind behind the whole ordeal. He had let her out, now he simply wanted her back in, and what better plan was it than to have Louis deliver the blow.
It was... truly a comical sight. Eliana was both amused and slightly annoyed by the display.
"Les?" She quirks an eyebrow at him "Yes honey" "Aren't you going to ask me to stay and not go?"
The blonde laughs through his own stubbornness.
"Am I that easy to read"
Eliana smiled that disarming smile and stopped her music.
"I planned to tell you I have decided to stay a while." She says. "I did what I wanted to do and I've been in a rush for nothing. We have our whole lives to do whatever. I much rather strengthen our bond over fickle things. Home is wherever you are.."
Louis relaxed his shoulders as the anxiety rolled off. Lestat sauntered forward, his eyes glinting with a familiar mischief. "And tonight, you've chosen us," he purred, a possessive curl to his lip.
He grabs her hand in his and hoists her legs around his waist. There were more stories to be written, more laughter to share, more moments of shared eternity. And Eliana, for the first time in a long while, was content to let the winds of change wait for her.
**** I did no proof reading 🙂↕️. I'll fix it as I go. I had this chapter and another written out for so long, not sure why I'm just now uploading it. If you're still here, forgive me <3
