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[For Lestat]
Oct. 27th, 2024 12:59 pmThe 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.
