en morceaux, une totalité
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Hedonist that he is, Lestat has never particularly cared to be held to the constraints of a schedule. Louis may enjoy the routine and predictability of something as prosaic as the requirements of managing a business–one of his many little idiosyncrasies that Lestat simultaneously enjoys and is frequently irritated by–but for him? Non. He can enjoy the artistry of a well-planned ball or the satisfaction of a business deal well-struck, but he’s always enjoyed the freedom of not quite knowing what’s coming next. In a long, long life, it’s far too easy to fall into a rut and find oneself constrained to it for decades before noticing.
Even with his taste for surprise, however, Louis holding out a tiny, sooty, sniffling child is a shock he is not best pleased by.
He flicks his eyes up from the big-eyed, dripping moppet, raising a brow and feeling his lip curl slightly in distaste. The child reeks of smoke and fear and God only knows what else.
“Put it back,” he says flatly.
(AU based on the idea of Louis finding Claudia at the age of five like in the book but raising her until she's old enough to be changed) (marked complete because each chapter can stand alone but will be updated)
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- Part 1 of en morceaux, une totalité
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She growls in frustration when she can’t get comfortable, shifting again. She can feel the pull of the sun beckoning her to rest, but she’s hyper-aware of every goddamn pebble that keeps finding its way under her hips and elbows, and she has the absurd thought of the Princess and the Pea and the night when she was little when Papa Les helped her stack every mattress in the house in a pile because she wanted to try it out for herself. Her breath catches in her chest when one frustrated turn knocks the stone over her slightly ajar, and she hisses when a stream of sunlight hits her elbow, sizzling it instantly. She swallows around her panic as she slides the rock shut once more, pressing her palms flat against it and trembling faintly with adrenaline, aware of the fact that she almost just killed her fool self pitching a hissy fit.
It’s a long time before she’s steady enough to drop her hands.
(fics in the trouver verse falling after claudia is turned into a vampire)
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- Part 2 of en morceaux, une totalité
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In retrospect, the first warning should have been obvious, a familiar gesture performed in miniature: Lestat’s peevish purse of his lips and slight tilt of his head echoed in Claudia, a slight narrowing of eyes as a hint of a storm to come from his daughter, displaced from her perch on his lap to allow him to hold his new nephew.
He gently nudges Claudia back when she attempts to duck under his arm to reclaim her place, and from the corner of his eye, he sees her scowl. Before he can fully look at her, though, little Ezekiel is in his arms, and adjusting his nephew to rest better takes his attention as Grace gives him an encouraging–and slightly challenging–smile in response to his doubtful look before she steps away, flexing her arm to stretch it out.
“He looks all scrunchy,” comes Claudia’s lofty judgement, delivered with all of the gravitas a seven year old can manage. “He’s kinda ugly.”
(a collection of non-canon ficlets gathered under the basic trouver en compromis premise of louis and lestat having raised claudia as a human)
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- Part 3 of en morceaux, une totalité