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There had never been any signs of intrusions in his home, not since Satan’s Night Out decided to make Lestat’s home their place of practice. A slight change in the air, possibly, but nothing close to any sort of other indication that someone had broken in. He sensed him there before anything else, another immortal being, that wasn’t part of the beautiful rock group that he’d come to nurture over the past few months. No, that would just be another reason for his oncoming chastising.

For decades Lestat has been avoiding the return of Marius, since he could hear everything he would say after the telling of all that’s happened. Now, with the novel in his hands, there wasn’t very much else to be told, fact wise. Louis had told it for him, of their family and what had transpired between them. All that was left was Lestat’s reasoning behind it all, and his side of things.

“You did say that there would be much to talk about the next time we’d meet, didn’t you?” came Lestat’s response, almost sarcastic in his tone. He felt Marius’ accusing words like a razor as he looked on to the book he was holding. Ah yes, there would be plenty to speak of regarding Louis’ tale, which Lestat was currently following by writing one of his own.

“You’re not appreciating the severity of his situation. Execution’s on the table.” Marius lets that hang in the air for a moment. He’d once blatantly threatened Lestat with the lives of his fledglings if he revealed so much as a whisper to anyone he didn’t bring into the blood. That threat certainly wasn’t empty, and Lestat is lying to himself if he thinks as much.

“I’m not so inclined to argue against it. He should be executed. But I’m not inflexible. I may have manipulated the coven’s decision if it were only for this interview nonsense.” Marius knows Lestat well enough, and there’s a good chance he never imparted the true gravity of secrecy to the kid.

“And yet, now I find you living openly amongst mortals with plans to broadcast our kind to the world. I can’t frame that as anything other than insolence putting us all at risk, nor do I have any interest in doing so.” 

He’s attempting to keep his thoughts firmly blocked to Lestat. It wouldn’t bring Marius any satisfaction or joy if Lestat’s fledgling were killed, but nor would he lose sleep over it. 

Lestat himself, though, is a far more difficult matter. Marius didn’t turn him, and yet he still regards him as his own. Against his better judgement, Marius has protected Lestat where he can, but a single individual can’t be held above the greater good. Perhaps he should have seen this coming.

“If you go through with this, I won’t be able to protect you.”

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“Shocked as you are to know, I’ve better to do with my time than scold you like an infant,” Marius starts in as soon as Lestat enters his New Orleans home. “And yet, here we are.”

A century or two without a perfectly avoidable disaster is too much to ask for, apparently. Marius brandishes the paperback book in his hand, Interview with the Vampire, accusingly, “And this, Lestat, is why you don’t go about turning every pretty little thing that happens to catch your eye.”

Marius seems composed, but it’s a monumental effort not to throw the damn novel at Lestat’s empty blond head.