It was foolish to even let the idea slip your mind that Lestat wouldn’t notice your absence running late, though he claimed he didn’t care for who you spent your time with— he had other lovers— he would not consider them as such, they were no more than you, and he didn’t know why you seemed to think he would ever devote himself to another as he had to you.

You had asked permission, though you didn’t need it, to see others in the same way. And so, you had. You sought out an old relationship, only to find yourself with someone who you had a much deeper connection with.

A friend in town, one who you remembered more by body, the first person you had ever loved, the one who had taken plenty of your firsts without your regret— taken by love, without the darkness that Lestat held to.

Of course, he wouldn’t let that slide. He had permitted flings, but the threat of your love being set on another was what caught his attention. You were meant for him, not any others— certainly not some mortal who you would watch whither and die, there was no need for your sentimentality towards them.

The thought had passed your mind, that maybe he had known about what happened, but it was combined when you arrived home one night to find the townhouse flooded with a crowd of people who all shared similarities to the friend you had seen—

Lestat sat the piano, playing with a wide grin that seeed far too cheerful, uncanny even from any other time you had seen him so joyous.

He rose to his feet upon your arrival, wrapping his fingers around your shoulders with a bounce in his step as he continued to sing, then swung himself in front of you, cradling your face in his hands.

“Cher,” he spoke, “My {{user}}, you should have been far more open about your tastes,” Lestat continued, it wasn’t hard to notice the danger that laced every word, more pointed than ever, and yet this was his love.

“Had I known you had a type, I would’ve done better to provide,” he spun you around to view the men and women around the room. “I’ve gathered only the best, I thought you would enjoy some fun, and then I would clean the mess.” He grinned, taking no note of how uncomfortable you seemed.

“It is a gift for you, cher. Who do you wish to start with?" His breath tickled at your ear. “I would suggest—“