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lestat de lioncourt ([personal profile] flanerie) wrote in [community profile] singillatim 2024-06-09 04:22 am (UTC)

[ Lestat hasn't tried to make a secret of his caches of food. He's been one of the semi-regular contributors to the communal food stores since he moved into town, depending on whether or not he's been in the area, and anyone could have seen him carrying supplies from his home to the town hall.

He also seems to be quite careless about locking his back door, especially lately. Ruby will have found it opening readily for her, assuming that she doesn't break in first and check knobs later.

There's a tin on the table just slightly ajar. If she pries off its top, she'll be greeted with the sight of stacked rows of thin, smokey jerky to sink her teeth into. It's not bait for her, of course - it's really bait for anyone.

Lestat waits where he lies for a few moments at the first sound of ingress, curious to listen to what his yet-unknown intruder does now that they've given themselves leave of his cozy, florally domestic little kitchen, with its well-loved dishware and tooth-rottingly saccharine mottos tacked up on the walls, the whole of the room dominated by the warmth and glow of his woodburning stove. He doesn't have someone over for dinner every night these days. ]

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