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[devilsfiddler]

He is the only gift you ever gave me.

I'd be ashes if not for him saving just enough of my discarded pieces to allow us the delightful exchange we're having right now.

I never needed to be content, Lestat, difficult as that seems to be for you to believe. I wanted the life with you, with every flaw and disappointment included. So how tragically ironic that life is the one experience neither one of us will ever have now.

Poetic enough I could almost pick up my violin again.

no worries!

[unpetitcoup]

Another cruel gift from the gremlin himself, then; to deny you an end to your suffering just to punish; to allow you to return to seek your deserved vengeance from me. He would have known the depth of your hatred for me at the end.

You speak as if I had a choice; as if you weren't there the night I was forcibly taken from our room. I think I have mourned you every night since.

Then pick it up! You lament over a life you cannot return to. Embrace the one you have.

[devilsfiddler]

I do.

I will.

Somehow, Lelio, I find myself relieved you're as lost and full of rage as I am.

[unpetitcoup]

You will? You mean to recover? To stay?

Perhaps we will always be a pair of lost children. But I don't think our rage is alike. Then again, rage never suited either of us very well.

[devilsfiddler]

You know me better than that, cher.

Am I a fool to entertain the notion that our next conversation might center on the concept of rage and how ours might never quite compare?

[unpetitcoup]

Doomed by the narrative it seems.

My beloved Nicki, we could speak for an eternity about the ways we might never quite compare. I'll entertain the notion.

I wish I could see you. To know you're not a ghost and that I'm not going completely mad.

[devilsfiddler]

But trésor, I am a ghost and you've always been completely mad. Don't ruin the facade by asking how the act works now.

And do please tell me you won't be writing a new narrative for publication that includes me in it. Your first book was more than enough.

[Yeah, but he was in line to buy the first copy, wasn't he?]

[unpetitcoup]

Do you use terms of endearment to mock me? If I'm just a mad man raving to a ghost, then I'm afraid you won't get much satisfaction haunting me.

You read it! You don't like that I included you? I never thought-

If I had known, I would have sent you a signed copy.

[Deflecting is easier than facing the maelstrom of emotions threatening to pull him down into the depths at the simple realization that Nicki read his story.]