[For Lestat]
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fifthbeatleThe search for Kallus is paved with the best intentions. Luther takes the ground, Viktor takes to the sky. He levitates to the highest buildings, floats himself down on rooftops below. He listens as hard as he can, until all noise in the city and in his head is one shrill, undiscernible pitch.
Without marigold to listen for, Viktor is at a disadvantage. He can find his siblings in the city anywhere, hear the cadence of their hearts. The speed of their breathing. He can feel how little progress they've made -- and how Luther's heart is ticking up another panicked time signature.
The dark corner on the street where his feet touch down explodes into view in pure, white light. A couple of people in masks wince back. They're bent over a mangled body, blades sticking out from his chest. They hiss at Viktor and grab their weapons. Three more people step out from busted storefronts. The largest one grabs Viktor and pins his arms down. Startled, he struggles. The part of him that explodes at the first sign of danger has been tamed to the recesses of his mind. All he can do is burn himself brighter, the highest temperature, and hope he blinds them. He keeps his own eyes shut tight. One of the men screams in agony. He can't tell which or how many more there are.
Without marigold to listen for, Viktor is at a disadvantage. He can find his siblings in the city anywhere, hear the cadence of their hearts. The speed of their breathing. He can feel how little progress they've made -- and how Luther's heart is ticking up another panicked time signature.
The dark corner on the street where his feet touch down explodes into view in pure, white light. A couple of people in masks wince back. They're bent over a mangled body, blades sticking out from his chest. They hiss at Viktor and grab their weapons. Three more people step out from busted storefronts. The largest one grabs Viktor and pins his arms down. Startled, he struggles. The part of him that explodes at the first sign of danger has been tamed to the recesses of his mind. All he can do is burn himself brighter, the highest temperature, and hope he blinds them. He keeps his own eyes shut tight. One of the men screams in agony. He can't tell which or how many more there are.
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Date: 2024-11-23 03:22 am (UTC)But Klaus is Klaus. He's immortal, for one. And, Viktor would counter to his friend, Klaus has always gone his own way. The more control Hargreeves would exert, the wilder Klaus became. And this Klaus can surely handle himself.
Or maybe this is exactly the kind of overjustification Sam would encourage him to be suspicious of.
The Force and marigold share so many properties. Lestat's power is entire different. The more Viktor senses it, the more he wants to know. How alike they are, how different.
It's not creepy because no one here is a groupie, a doughy fuckboy with Hargreeves' journal and a vendetta. Viktor doesn't know how they'd match up in a fight, but he knows he couldn't kill Lestat with simple immobility and telekinesis. Not that he'd want to, he still wonders what it might take.
Still, Viktor finds his mouth curved into a small smile. "Are you going to help," Viktor asks again, staring down the current of power in Lestat's crystal eyes, "or am I going to find him myself?"
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Date: 2024-12-01 03:53 am (UTC)Lestat stepped close, brushing past him and then motioning for him to follow.
"Let's see what we can find, shall we?"
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Date: 2024-12-02 09:29 pm (UTC)Viktor glances over his shoulder in the other direction, listening to Luther's frantic heartbeat. We'll get there soon, big guy.
He follows and falls in stride.
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Date: 2024-12-04 03:10 am (UTC)Eventually, Lestat sighed and said, "Perhaps a higher vantage."
Then, without warning, he rose into the air, giving himself a clearer view of the street ahead.
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Date: 2024-12-04 04:39 am (UTC)"Not specific enough," Viktor contests with a faint smile. "I'll make it up to you after we find Kallus."
Whatever Lestat is doing to help isn't easily evident. They're walking, looking, but Viktor isn't sure they're any closer to solving the mystery of what the fuck happened to Kallus. Viktor opens his mouth to ask for a clue and Lestat levitates.
Viktor follows. They're closer to the water, now, and Viktor hears a sound he's never heard before. A kind of droning near the waves. He puts a hand on Lestat's arm. "Do you hear that?"
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Date: 2024-12-07 02:27 am (UTC)As a vampire, his hearing wasn't vastly more acute than it had been as a human, but he seemed more capable of focusing his senses. The sound, he realized, were likely voices.
"Well, we might as well take a look," he said, sounding almost bored.
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Date: 2024-12-08 01:30 am (UTC)They're closing in, Viktor reminds himself, before he says, "we can do it your way." When Viktor asks himself what he wants out of life, it's not the manic hunt for freedom that came when he stopped taking his pills. It's about knowledge.
"Show me how to find him."