[ Lestat is similarly adorned, though he stands off to the side once their number is seemingly honored at the head of the banquet table, mindful of where he sits in the apparent hierarchy of the so-called ceremony. Whatever this is, Armand has clearly thought to embrace it, and there would have been a time when Lestat himself would have opened his own arms to such debauchery and indulgence. Now, he only feels a swell of uncertainty, even as his gaze sweeps out across the tableau being laid out for them as the bodies splay and coil around one another.
The humans may not realize the death that cloaks the room, the smell that slowly begins to permeate through the space, but Lestat can — and judging by what he can bear witness to from the other vampires, they are the only ones who are not immune from what is really transpiring here.
He's seated himself near to Louis, on the side opposite from Armand, but rather than hungrily feasting, giving in with ravenous abandon, he studies the display. He knows better, now, than to drink from anyone sight unseen now, pays careful attention to anything that might taste different in the blood, but he'd promised not to let himself go hungry, for Louis' sake as well as his own. ]
Well, we seem to be the guests of honor.
[ Lestat isn't as visibly affected by the spill of fresh blood — not yet, at least — but he does clasp hold of the woman's wrist, tugging to draw her closer into his space. ]
With all the apparent privileges that includes. [ He closes his lips around that slender digit, sucking it clean of blood before letting it slip free. ]
dinner;
The humans may not realize the death that cloaks the room, the smell that slowly begins to permeate through the space, but Lestat can — and judging by what he can bear witness to from the other vampires, they are the only ones who are not immune from what is really transpiring here.
He's seated himself near to Louis, on the side opposite from Armand, but rather than hungrily feasting, giving in with ravenous abandon, he studies the display. He knows better, now, than to drink from anyone sight unseen now, pays careful attention to anything that might taste different in the blood, but he'd promised not to let himself go hungry, for Louis' sake as well as his own. ]
Well, we seem to be the guests of honor.
[ Lestat isn't as visibly affected by the spill of fresh blood — not yet, at least — but he does clasp hold of the woman's wrist, tugging to draw her closer into his space. ]
With all the apparent privileges that includes. [ He closes his lips around that slender digit, sucking it clean of blood before letting it slip free. ]