—— sigh could be heard from her, as she adjusted herself in her seat. she couldn’t find anything about raglan james or the body switching, but she wouldn’t stop trying.

for lestat, and speak of the very devil, even as she worked, her thoughts ventured back to him.

—— worked through the files slowly. rubbing her temple, she felt a dull ache settling in her, but she worked through it.

files were set aside as she worked through him, and she had to get up multiple times, to get more, as she worked through them. there was nothing that she could find, and a ——

—— just wanted to be useful. pulling her hair up in a messy bun, the young woman sat down and began to open the file and read through it, trying to see anything that would give her any information about raglan james.

so far, she had found nothing.

her sharp eyes skimmed every word as she ——

they ought to try, he was right.

sighing, she stretched as she began to head to the filing cabinet, before she pulled out a few files. unceremoniously, the brunette set them on the table before pouring over them. she had no idea what she was even looking for. she doubted she would find it. she ——

💋

—— and she turned to him again. “but if you want to share your story first, please do; i will be happy to listen.”

—— in response. “and i would be thrilled to listen to your story, as well as to tell you mine.” she spoke quietly, pushing a stray curl behind her ear.

“it feels like so long ago, but i remember it as thought it was yesterday…” a shadow of grief touched her eye, before it quickly disappeared, ——

her cheeks were slightly pink as she smiled at him, shrugging quietly. “well, your friend is not here, so i shall make the judgement of you now.” she commented calmly, and she paused for a moment getting her bearings.

“well, i am touched that you find me as a kind of ‘right person,’” she hummed ——

her eyes laced with empathy. “i am so sorry,” she spoke quietly. “i know what that’s like, watching someone die before your eyes and have it be repeated over and over again without fail, in daylight and in dreams.” she paused for a moment. “i wish i could do something for you.”

she nodded in understanding, lowering her hand. “it will return to you, i am sure.” she spoke gently, offering him a kind smile. her eyes softened. “come, i believe the hotel is close, and we must make haste for your friend.” she added with a soft smile.

#𝓐𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐀. it always irked me that in the show that they made claudia a teenager, AND YES lestat being way too toxic (despite the actor doing an amazing job) is so true in the show. i cannot wait to read the books. ❤️

—— both know this will most likely not work. but we will try. for you, for myself, most of all, for ℎ𝑖𝑚, i will try.” she sighed quietly as she settled at his side, eyes flickering to the computer.

“now, tell me what do you need me to do. i am ready.”

—— so hard to believe. felicity tucked a stray brunette curl away from her face.

“even if that’s true, even if he feels something or cares about me, it doesn’t change the fact that he is going to do this,” felicity spoke up finally, her heart heavy, her voice resigned. “even if we try, you and i——

—— “i mean, yes, we spoke. he did spend time with me talking in a cafe, and we shared our experiences, and he did end up buying coffee and food for me. not to mention, he then brought you here, but i…”

she was not helping her case. she wanted to deny that lestat cared for her, too, but it felt ——

now her face turned red, and she tried to not let the thoughts of lestat consume her. she tried not to let her heart leap the way that it have. the fuzzy, giddy feeling spread through her chest.

she merely shook her head, clearing her throat. “i am not sure what you mean,” she spoke softly. ——

—— felicity hamilton, but you may simply call me fel, as most do.” she stood before him, in her dress of red and black, her hair tied back in a what resembled a greek bun, offering a humble smile.

“i suppose —— as compared with your native country, it is foreign,” she shrugged quietly. “it is of latin origin, however, and i am sure that is a language that is much familiar to you, caesar.” the brunette responded, lowering her head in respect, pausing to collect her words.

“my name is ——

#𝓐𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐀. all i want for christmas is better mental health tbh.

#𝓐𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐀. let me live😭

“sweet jesus,” felicity uttered softly. now it made sense; she looked like her deceased lover. well isn’t that something. “i am sorry, chloe, truly.” she spoke softly. “that sounds horrible. but i am… i am not her, though i may look it.”

#𝓐𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐀. i am just so glad that i am getting the books, im really stoked to read ❤️ yeah i wasn’t super thrilled with the interpretation of louis, claudia, and a lot of the scenes if im honest 😭

#𝓐𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐀. the only thing good about the show is sam reid. it’s the only reason why i watch it. ♥️

felicity sighed, out of her depth and slightly exhausted. she rubbed her head. “look, you fainted, you’re still in my apothecary. i am still not the person you think i am, i am not dead, and my name is felicity. that’s it.” she didn’t mean to blurt that out, but she was tired and stressed herself.

her sharp eyes locked on him, and she watched him, seeing the flood of emotion that seemed to course through him. her hand reached over, touching p’s shoulder.

“are you alright?” she asked softly, her face filled with concern for the puppet.