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tampered2008-12-17 09:34 pm
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Log: Completed
When; Late night, December 17
Rating; R
Characters; Lestat (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
vampbratprince) and Gren (notapreacher)
Summary; There's a sudden lack of zombie activity, but there's still blood everywhere.
Log; Pace, pace, pace: Abby must be so sick of his pacing because she excuses herself to the kitchen. He can hear pots and pans banging around in there and she must be having fun with it all. For his part he's too unhappy to eat. What Lestat's out there doing is stupidly dangerous and he loves him for it.
It's Horatio standing up that first alerts him to the fact someone's approaching down the hall; the Colt is in his hand so quickly and if his heart still beat on its own it would literally be pounding to match the zombies trying in vain to get through their windows. So far the inside of the building has been free of them -- for the most part -- but caution's still the best course to follow. Lestat's been given permission to read his thoughts during this whole curse any time he's gone out; he sends him a message now on their own mostly private one-way network.
Lestat. If that's you, knock at the bottom of the door four times when you get close enough. Down low.
Horatio cocks his head, looks toward the lowest part of the door. As promised, towels are ready and a robe is waiting and the bath is drawn. All he wants is his partner back here safely and he's prepared to see him drenched in blood. In fact, he expects it. He expects to see it covering him from head to toe.
Fucking zombies.
Rating; R
Characters; Lestat (
vampbratprince) and Gren (notapreacher)Summary; There's a sudden lack of zombie activity, but there's still blood everywhere.
Log; Pace, pace, pace: Abby must be so sick of his pacing because she excuses herself to the kitchen. He can hear pots and pans banging around in there and she must be having fun with it all. For his part he's too unhappy to eat. What Lestat's out there doing is stupidly dangerous and he loves him for it.
It's Horatio standing up that first alerts him to the fact someone's approaching down the hall; the Colt is in his hand so quickly and if his heart still beat on its own it would literally be pounding to match the zombies trying in vain to get through their windows. So far the inside of the building has been free of them -- for the most part -- but caution's still the best course to follow. Lestat's been given permission to read his thoughts during this whole curse any time he's gone out; he sends him a message now on their own mostly private one-way network.
Lestat. If that's you, knock at the bottom of the door four times when you get close enough. Down low.
Horatio cocks his head, looks toward the lowest part of the door. As promised, towels are ready and a robe is waiting and the bath is drawn. All he wants is his partner back here safely and he's prepared to see him drenched in blood. In fact, he expects it. He expects to see it covering him from head to toe.
Fucking zombies.