The heavy sound of boots walking across old, worn floor boards is all that can be heard as Kouen makes his way up a narrow staircase leading to a private room in the back of an old Tavern on Bordeaux Street in New Orleans.
at the top of the staircase he halts before an aged wooden door, he slowly reaches his hand out and gently pushes the door open with the tips of his fingers. the hinges creak and groan at the action, interrupting any chance he had at subtley. he takes a step inside the room, closing the door behind him. once he hears the light click of the latch moving into place, he turns and takes a few steps into the center of the room. his knee high riding boots makeing a soft thud with each step.
he halts and turns to face his left, his ice blue eyes taking in the sight of an old victorian era chair with a man dressed in the same period clothing sitting regally in the center of it.
"Lestat" Kouen says simply, it being both a greeting and a question as his light british accent makes the name come out of his lips in a flowing and elegent fashion.
the man in the chair smiles lightly at hearing his name, causing two pearly white fangs to peek from behind his lips. his icy blue eyes not unlike the ones that stare back at him, dancing in the dim candlelight of the room.
"ahh Kouen, mon ami" his voice comes out in a slightly higher pitch then the one he was speaking to, the french words at the end are spoken with the ease and fluidity of a true Frenchman. Lestat holds out his hand as he motions to a vacant seat next to his. "please, join me"
Kouen inclines his head in thanks as he moves to the seat and gracefully sits down "so tell me Lestat, why have you suddenly summoned me after all these years" Kouen asks as he crosses one leg over the other and rests his hands on his lap.
Lestat remains silent for a few moments as he allows his eyes to travel over his guest, taking in the sight of his beautiful companion with his midnight black hair, his bangs swept to the side and cut to angle his slightly round face giving him the appearance of youth yet maturity. and his black overcoat accented with gold trim which he knows to be hiding a lithe and well toned body underneath it.
"cant I just wish to see an old friend without there needing to be a reason?" he asks as he fakes an offended look, dramatically waving his arms to add to the effect, causing the ruffeled sleeves of his white shirt to flap at the motion.
Kouen raises a finely curved brow as he looks at Lestat, clearly not buying the act "oh please Lestat, I know you well enough not to fall for that. now state your reason before I decide to leave" he says in a curt tone, letting Lestat know that he is not there to dally around.
Lestat snorts as he smiles in amusement, he then shakes his head causing his golden locks to move with the action "you can never let me have any fun can you?" he asks as he stands from his chair and moves to stand infront of Kouen. he tilts forward so that his face is mere inches away from Kouen's and brings a hand up to softly caress his cheek "I have heard you have made an enemy out of a rather powerful Lord." he pauses for a moment before he continues "I must say I was not pleased when I learned that he now wishes for your assassination." his voice comes out as a light whisper, almost as soft as the caress of his hand "I do not know what I would do if I were to lose one of the few people I have ever loved" his hand moves down slowly from Kouen's cheek to his neck. tracing the outline of his juggular vein.
a light frown forms on Kouen's pale lips as his eyes seem to grow colder for a split second "I fear you are too late Lestat, for I belong to another." his voice comes out strong with a sense of finality. causing Lestat to be the one frowning "oh really... well thats too bad then" his eyes flash in malice for a moment as his long, thin fingers trail up to rest underneath Kouen's chin "but I did come for a reason... I wish to give you some information on your enemy, I have come across some rather interesting bits of gossip in my travels" he says in a still quiet whisper as his hand remains touching Kouen's soft, pale skin.
the entire time Kouen's piercing blue eyes have never left Lestats face, reading his every show of emotion almost as if he was reading his thoughts through his facial expression. "I see... and what is the price for this information?" he asks cautiously, knowing that such things never come free.
this causes Lestat to smirk with a malicious glint in his eyes as he leans in closer so that he can whisper into Kouen's ear. with each word spoken Kouen's emotionless mask slips more and more into place and as Lestat pulls away from him he says in a strong determined tone "the information first"
this causes Lestat's smirk to widen as he lays a hand flat against Kouen's chest
"as you wish"...