Friday, August 18, 2006Chapter 35 Insensitive males? Haha
My next statement in bright orange: Males are so insensitive, when I’m eating, their usual comment is: don’t, you’ll grow fat! Darn and I feel so hurt when that’s said.
“Me and Louis don’t!” Lestat was indignant.
I answered: bisexuals don’t that’s why! Hoo hoo!
Stat wrote: haha, so not funny. He asked Louis to come join us. “Defend the males!
Endangered.” Since bisexual, I commented they ought to circle M/F. it was all funny. When we’d covered both the papers with scrawls and crazy handwriting, the adults leaned back and declared no more.
“Don’t think you’ve won. It’s just the beginning,” Louis argued. The blond gestured victory sign for the males. I bounced up and down.
“Oi. What now?” Puppy prince demanded to know. I did a super smilie. He curled up my hair with one finger. I tried to move away, it hurt. Owww.
The phone rang. Released.
Brat answered. “Yes? It’s me speaking. Hang on. (found paper and pen) okay. 2458-CAL. Got it. Thank you, no I don’t want those. Bye.”
“What was it?” we piped up when Brat hung up.
“Oh I ordered some lava lamps. The person wants commission so he recommended me some other kinds of lava lamp. I only want violet and green.”
“No pink?” I asked forlornly. It’s not my fav color, but I’ve always wanted it to be a light in my bedroom. Out of stock when I ordered.
He sighed like the oldest man he is, “I just hung up telling him I don’t want that. I don’t like pink, dancing dressing pink too? Awful!” He touched my arm and nodded to the catalogue.
Louis cleared his throat like onstage. We swiveled round to look at him. “Nobody asked my opinion! I don’t like violet or green, master!” Stat was resigned to our decision, since he did not consult both of us.
“So I’ll tell them to change. (Louis smilingly said I want gold!) Hello? Yes I changed my mind, include one gold, one pink lamp. Is it okay to have them in Saturday evening? 7pm,”he spoke to the man. “Uh huh. Yep, just come right up. I’ll tip you if you’re early. Merci. Have a good night.” A good mood, he doesn’t add nice comments after/
Nights are yours alone---- little special tidbit
After a trip to New Orleans to see his adopted family (some witches and his street friends) and doggie, the musician was exhausted. He’d flown straight. Fainted when he landed back here. I couldn’t really talk to him as he needed sleep. Today was the third day and Lestat was just taking it easy. To cheer him, we smuggled in clothes and toys. Smuggle game, he pretended not to know we were coming. Made no difference as he was not that alert. I made him laugh, wiggling the animals in his face. “You don’t give me enough space, guys! Asking for favors, cherie?” he complained, not petulantly or unkindly.
He was stressed by stocks’ news (given his poor luck these days and he was less generous with us) and refused to take those calls. I was decreed: the Royal message taker. First to know who called, then if important I would bear the cordless in and announce healines. November 16, 1030pm. The voice was like a singer’s, thought it was male. “Lestat? Is it you? I’m Rowan.”
“Uh… uh,” I hesitated. Heartbeat fast. Doctor lady, specific instructions from Princie was not to hang up! “Hang on.” I flew upstairs, burst into his room with a war cry. Louis, in the patient’s place, frowned at me. Shush, want some peace!
Soft music was playing. I said in huge mental italics: It’s Rowan. Where’s he?
Inside showering. After Louis told me, Lestat switched on the tap and the water sprinkled onto tiles.
“Who is it?” the occupied vampire asked. But he didn’t poke his head out. Aw, why bathe now? Usually he doesn’t till he smells like a barn! Or when his skin is sticky which he dislikes. I didn’t answer, wanted to keep it a big surprise. I pressed my lips. The dark haired vampire agreed with a wink and helped me pull my collar straight.
Rowan wanted to know why I was silent. “Hey Miss Mayfair. He’s going to come out soon.”
“Worse? Oh no!” she cried. And I thought she’s Miss Cool.
I assured her, “No no, Lestat is healthy.”
From inside the toilet, he called. Echo---“Guys!!!! Can’t find my bathrobe! Help me take one!” He held the door close, so I only saw the glimpse of his shiny white skin. I wanted to peep. Felt Louis tap my shoulder.
A soft pink one. He was finally ready. I smiled Kodak.
“Guess. Your mate.”
He gasped, turned red. Only this woman can make him like this. I’m not prepared yet!
Omg, how how….he was thinking. His hair was dripping, dark blond from moisture, soap smelling. Then Stat recovered his composure, took over the receiver. I played with his purple crescent medallion, while his buddy began drying his hair skillfully.
“Yes, honey. No don’t rush down. I’m fine. Oh, I didn’t know. Thought you were too busy. Kind of tired.. yea (pause as he listened for a while) how are your projects? Uh huh uh huh. (hang- on to every word, his grey eyes filled with humor) I agree, absolutely! Haha, no problem. Experiments sound fun. Please don’t hesitate to call me to go down. That was my best friend. She lives with me and Louis. Not ours.
“Quinn, heard from him? So busy these days. College is tough eh? How are Michael, Ashara, Gerald? Hmm. (His expression was soft tender, laugh) It’d be delightful. My address: Lestat de Lioncourt, no alias, 67 Chestwood Algaria (he spelt it), 20 at the back. Number 84, Laconia District. Yep. The island of Freemandling. Sure you can fly here but it ain’t on the map.”
Louis snagged on a tight screw curl and his maker yelped silently, glaring. Still he concentrated on saying a complete goodbye to Rowan. Picture mushy poems.
I bounced up and down, couldn’t wait till he stopped.
“She’ll write to me. So I gave her my address. We’re in touch again. Been almost 8 years of separation. Louieeee, don’t be jealous. Rowan’s my soulmate. I love all of you equally.”
He understood. Lestat clarified this. Louis nodded his firm no prob. Our hearts melted at his tender grateful expression.
I squeezed him. You happy, love?
Thank you for hurrying me. At least I talked to her! I was missing her so much and she called.-------- Stat mused. He put his arm about me and cuddled. Added“ My lucky charm.”
Better? Since you bathed.
“Yes. I didn’t like the humidity.” He took out a long shirt with Pooh bear. We all guffawed. “Oi oi a gift. From a little boy. I think it’s normal to be in touch with your childhood self. I like this a lot.” Sounded so defensive and sulky that we would laugh.
After he lay down for not even a sec, he kicked off the bedclothes and paced. Must have completely bounced back from his weariness. I wondered if he was going outside for socializing.
“Better mood now… so come and play the piano.” Lestat perked up at this thought.
I moaned, “Don’t want.”
“Practice is important. We don’t have anything left to discuss. I’ve run out of books. Unless, you’ve something to ask… How’s the review coming along?” This was to 1) recommend nice stuff that teens like in this century so he could relate to us, 2) let him understand me better. It is his trademark phrase ‘we are defined by our type of novels’ . I felt respected because he made it a point to get one copy and we could discuss.
“I don’t know…”
“Then let’s play. Please.” Brat p. stopped at the doorway and made the lights brighter. Remember the please he used when I was stuck in his house? The domineering do it please.
But I didn’t admit he won. “You’re happy enough.”
He wailingly sang,“Bianca, nooooo. I haven’t got even a card, or well wishes. Wonder where my True friends have gone… huh!” This time there was a redeco. Four big blue and green lamps. I looked up. The overhead fluorescents were gone! Lit by other oil lamps near the windows. No curtains, to prevent fire. It reminded me of the original old Rue Royale.
“Relax. Only 2, so no one will provoke our Louis to become the Firemaker.” I laughed at this imitation of the monster. “So, is it to your taste?”
“Yea. When did you do this?”
“Marvellieux. Last week before I went to New Orleans. Hey, sorry I didn’t tell ya, did you call me?”
“I did. Ohhh.”
“I just missed my doggie and rent lady so much. Mojo was like I had never left him. These are Orlean style, during the French Quarter era. Many houses still maintain the theme of gardens within the home.” Sunflower and bougainvillea made the wallpaper look like a forest.
He added, “Cherie, I’m gonna bring in new plants, real ones. Can you help me water them? (I was happy to) Then it’s settled. I designed all of this and the best thing was the wallpaper- people knew my friend! He gave me a special price. It’s so much more comfortable to play now.” Lestat made it so graceful, archaic and special that I couldn’t protest.
Tonight I did his new song and watched him conduct. We were very busy.
Then like a typical person of this race, he got quiet and brooding.
“Nicolas de Lenfent. Tonight is his death anniversary.” Oh How I could forget him?
“Oh. I am sorry.” I noticed the blond was haggard and drained. Tears brimmed and threatened to spill over.
I feel like dedicating him a classic piece. It’s ok, if you don’t want to hear. Would you like to?
Will I cry? I do not mind.
Lestat opened a violin case resting behind the patio, almost reverently. Hmm, maybe you will. Tell me how well I made it alright?
The instrument was handy and convenient, snug at the chin. The vampire applied the bow, pulling and pushing to produce the most haunting music I’d ever heard in my life! It swirled the emotions, from anger to sorrow, the different rushes of impulse and adrenaline. Maroon, gold, silver, orange, black. His eyes closed, in a world entirely his own. I’m not sure if it was both of them or only Nic? No one can touch me. I love him so, and I abandoned him. My sweet friend of old days. Paris, theatre, acting, cleaning the floors, collecting tickets. It was truly a 3D experience, and I felt very very sad by the finish of it.
Lestat was perspiring and collapsed into the nearest seat. He pressed his head into his fists. I was so touched. Louis, in black, and watching his master in such a pitiful state, shedding tears silently. Bianca, do not tell him. I’ll just be outside if he needs me….
“Krystal.” Weary voice. Lestat was kneeling before me. I stopped him, took his hands. He implored me.
“See him anywhere? In this room?”
I Sought for the spirit. Yes, in here. With us. The ghost of Nicolas de Lenfent, a small youth and brown coat.
I watched him at the corner. “Um yea. There. Do you see him yourself?”
Stat turned and fixated the corner but shook his head. I swear I wasn’t hallucinating. My ability heightens with atmospheric static with the passing on of a soul. It was chillingly cold and froze my hair.
“Can’t. I think he doesn’t want me to…”
The spirit indicated he wanted me to speak for him. I felt a presence walk into me and I was talking in olden francaise (some part of it )---‘ I miss you, Lestat. I understand my condition now. I am no longer jealous. In fact, it’s been thousands of years! I wanted to find you before I leave Earth. J’adore. I’ve found you at last.’
Light headedness. Lestat held me close and communicated his pain and suffering. I heard sobbing. Was it my teacher, or was it the ghost? I patted his back and stroked. He clung to me as if he couldn’t live on. “Don’t hold back. It’s alright. He will be at peace now, Stat. Don’t be sad anymore.” I think I said.
Someone said my name. I came to myself and examined my hands and feet. No change. Still me.
The musician sat back, drying his face on his sleeve. Thank you. Want to be alone now. To reflect. Nic is happy now, isn’t he? Did you see the light?
That I had not, for I was in a trance. My head felt like wool.
Then I stood up and walked out. Louis was anxious. Anxiety buzzed in mellow orange and blue. “ What happened? He’ll be…”
“No. he’ll live, “I felt certain and positive of this. The blond was sniffling, held a wad of tissues and kneeling still at the sofa. I knew he’s an adult so it is bad to leave him alone and hanging, but if Brat says he’s ok, he is. “What happened?” the quiet guy asked. He tried to sound rationale.
So Louis didn’t see the Light either. I explained briefly, but left out the music part. It was too hard to talk about. Pointe simply said it was fine. We went to see a happy movie. Halfway through, Bratprince clad in a black long sleeve asian shirt, entered with popcorn. He sat on Louis’s side and watched too.
“Yay!” Lestat slipped me a note. I opened it in bed.
To Krys: I saw Nickie! He spoke to me about his wanderings. He’d tried to find me, but it seems I had shut him out. I don’t know why. I’d have contacted him but I didn’t dream of him. When I played the music, I think Nic was released from bondage. What do you think? Next time when I wanna call him, would you help? Thank you in advance. I was so reluctant to let him go. I shall miss him. At least I know he’s found closure. I can be at peace too.
Didn’t want to scare you crying like that. So uncontrolled and childish huh? Haha. I’m alright now, you can treat me normal. It’s ok to tell Louis-chan about this, except I think it’s too complicated. Want to let you know. Thank you for being my best friend and student. Lots of love: Lestat