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When; Saturday, Feb. 7th starting @ midnight
Rating; PG-13 (to be safe...you never know)
Characters; Lestat

notapreacher
Summary; Cursed to be in each other's bodies.
Log; It must be midnight. That is the only possible explanation for why his eye sight isn't as good as it usually is. Gren is behind him so he'll have to let him know that he's cursed. And, is that dark hair hanging into his eyes?

He reach up to touch it and is startled to find a pale hand there. One he knows well.

He can't help himself. He looks down the collar of his shirt. That certainly is a chest he knows. And it does not belong on him.

"Gren." Not his voice. "I have something that belongs to you. A curse is letting me borrow it. I do hope you won't mind." This is going to be an interesting experience. He knows that already. It was the last time he switched bodies so there's no reason why it shouldn't be now.

"It's not like you have a choice." Let's see. If he's in Gren's body then... He turns smiling.

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At least he had the presence of mind to put his coat on his old body before they left. It's so curious to step out into the night air, surrounded by snow, and not be the least bit bothered by the cold. Oh, he feels it, but he doesn't care. It can't affect him.

And Lestat is being a brat and not helping at all, but that's all right. He only has to remember that this body knows how to fly. It knows how to move quickly -- at superhuman speeds -- and it knows how to keep another person perfectly safe while he figures out what to do. All he has to do, he's sure, is want to fly.

This requires a certain amount of focus; he shuts out all the surrounding sounds and voices and remembers how it felt when he was in his own body and was lifted into the air, flown up and above the beach to hover there. He's flush with sensation -- everything around him is so brilliant -- and he knows this is something he ought to try for himself first. He can't harm Lestat: there was a vow made that the body he's in doesn't get harmed and he's honor-bound to uphold that promise. It's curious that he cares less about his own body than he does about the fact that his lover's borrowed it for the day. Precious, precious cargo and he's responsible for it.

"Let me try this myself. I want to see if I can do it." There's still no help coming from his very own perfect brat, but he's got faith.

I want to fly. He would close his eyes, but he doesn't want to miss anything and so he doesn't, but he does focus on the goal of flight. He wants it. He wants it more than anything right now, and when Lestat does it he makes it look so effortless, and...

The night shifts: he's looking down at his own body from above. A slow smile spreads over his face.

This is fantastic.

He actually had expected Gren to try it without him first. That's just the way he is. Protect his lover first before anything else. If he couldn't do it then he would refuse to take him flying with him. And when he rises into the air, his smile grows. That hint he gave was perfectly intentional.

"I see that you can do it. Now come down here and take me with you."

It's so cold out here. And it will be colder still up in the air. They'll be perfectly exposed to the world. He's excited already. The sooner they get up there together the better.

"I certainly cannot join you up there. Come down here before I start showing you images of what I could make your body do while I'm in it." It's not much of a threat but he still has his excellent vampire memory. That hasn't faded to a human level just yet. And actually, it makes him want to think up images.

Maybe later.

"Let's go flying."

This reminds him of the time Lestat was transformed into a tiny order-barking doll: these curses where his form is affected tend to have the biggest effect on him. And while they might have switched bodies, they clearly haven't switched personalities.

He's never this demanding... but he could take advantage of this moment to be as demanding as his partner usually is. It would be so in keeping with this body.

Instead, he doesn't say anything but he does swoop down, scoop Lestat up into his arms, hold on tight, and take off again into the air. The whole thing almost leaves him giddy, but he remembers that it's a good idea to listen in on Lestat's thoughts. He's cold, but not too cold. They won't stay up here in the air for too long.

Being scooped into someone's arms isn't a feeling he's particularly used to but he laughs anyways. Gren is enjoying this and so is he. And this dizzy feeling of being lifted into the air is so addicting.

Laughing again, he looks down at the world below. The cold air on his skin is invigorating and his human eyes try to take in everything at once.

"So this is what you see when I take you flying. I never knew. It's not like seeing it through the eyes of a vampire but it is still so beautiful. Look at it all!" As if Gren can't see it for himself. "Trees and light of the City and water far beyond and everything." His eyes just can't get it all in. And to think, he's actually used to seeing these things.

"That's what I see, and that's how I see it." For his part, he marvels over the way everything's so radiant and brilliant and bright and light even though it's dark out, and he feels like he could stay out here -- up here -- for hours, but he doesn't want Lestat to get cold.

They can stay a little while longer. But while his partner's a captive audience, as it were, he's going to take advantage of things. First, suspended up here in the air over the temple, he gives Lestat a serious kiss. One completely unhindered by gravity: it's a new sensation.

"So tell me. When you make another vampire, is there some... training period where you teach these things? I know you didn't have that luxury." He also doesn't know exactly how many people Lestat's turned in his centuries and he doesn't really want to know the answer to that question. "I know you had to figure it all out by yourself. But it seems like it would be awfully nice if it came with an instruction manual."

That concept makes him laugh: he's joking... mostly. And he won't be a vampire for very long either; certainly not long enough to need to learn the ropes. A little taste of it is all he needs.

He's pretty sure about that.

An instruction manual? Please.

"There is no training period that I know of. Masters are generally supposed to stay with their fledglings but the only one that I have with any of these powers is David. None of the others are old enough to have them. Gabrielle and Louis are closest to my age but they have yet to live long enough and even then Louis has no desire to be a proper vampire. As for David, I was brought here before I could do much in the way of teaching with him."

That's as complete an answer as he can provide. He honestly doesn't know the answer. He's never experienced it and was forced to learn the powers he has on his own. The blood he drank from Akasha and Marius gave him those powers. He's not old enough to have them.

"And I think you should kiss me again as we hang here in the air. I loved the one before and I want another."

He grins.

He hasn't stopped listening to his partner's thoughts and now he knows: if he was made into a vampire by Lestat he would have these kinds of powers. He wouldn't have to wait centuries and centuries and that seals the deal: it's too much power. Too much for him. He'll go back to being himself and admiring things in his lover, and that will be perfectly satisfactory. He doesn't need to be the one to fly as long as Lestat flies with him; he doesn't need to drink blood as long as Lestat drinks his.

It's simple and it's perfect the way it is on a normal night: he loves Lestat in his own imperfect human way and he'll keep it to that: being as powerful as his partner might destroy the delicate balance of what they have, and he craves what they've got. None of that means he won't take complete advantage of tonight, though.

"Because you asked so nicely." He's filled with an exhibitionist's utter recklessness; he directs long legs around his waist and kisses him, right up here in the sky, and he doesn't care who sees them. Of course he doesn't care. Why would he? A little public seduction is an intensely beautiful thing.

When the kiss is over, though, he lowers them to the ground. Lestat's chilled, and he doesn't want to be the one winding up with the cold come tomorrow night. He's acutely aware of the passage of time, and at the same time doesn't care a bit about it.

But he knows he wants to savor being in this body for the time remaining. A few hours till dawn and from what he's seen in his partner, the rising sun will tug at him like water to a drowning man and he'll be unable to resist sleep.

He happily obeys the direction of his long legs and locks them there. Gren can just carry him all the way back.

And I know you heard that.

So there.

Once on the ground, he locks their lips together again. His lover could so easily unlatch him if that is his wish but he's seriously hoping he doesn't. This position is rather nice.

Let's go back. I'll seduce you the rest of the night and then we can sleep.

Really, he doesn't care who might see them: he carries Lestat back like this all the way. Let people notice; let them talk. Who cares? What does it matter?

They've got the rest of the night to look forward to, after all.

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