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a memo from human resources by nestorius for Lysandra
Fandoms: Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022)
08 Oct 2022
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The pitfalls of having a vampire boss.
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a memo from human resources by nestorius (WorkID: 42232140)
Summary: The pitfalls of having a vampire boss.
The Armand reveal was amazing but i do mourn the universe that held this Rashid
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Night, sometime in the first few weeks. Rashid wasn’t not crying, exactly, but wet-eyed, just thinking about it. About nothing. About how life turned out. A little wistful, thinking about the bones and stones and privileges building the throne to hold his laurels, thinking about the spring break two years ago with Maggie and Samir and Augustin in Bora Bora, crystal beaches, sunrise yoga, lying flat in the white sand and cheering at the dolphins in the surf, now in this windowless room special built for a no joke one hundred percent real-life vampire all black trim and soft lighting and minimalist furniture, napping during the day in between sending emails in another soft-lit, dustless room with black trim and minimalist furniture and a supercooled computer setup, taking Vitamin D supplements by the handful, pouring a tall glass of prescribed fortified whole milk every! single! morning! and eyeing it like a child with a lactose allergy before forcing himself to chug it at just the speed under nausea-inducing, carefully painting his fingernails with flesh-colored lacquer because the fucking skin under his fucking fingernails got upset if he stood outside for too long waiting for the lawyer to fumble her way out of the cab, the faraway days of beach selfies and the jokey #grindset Instagrams mitigated (he had pretended) by the John Donne and Milan Kundera quotes, the scars on his arms from where the first set of burning welts rose on his skin as the solar barge carved its rudder through the sea of his flesh, the pitying way his little brother (Dartmouth, graduating this year) looked at him in the first months when he was wheezing into a steroid inhaler and slathering on the medicated sunscreen, all of it, terminating in this dark too-big room in someone else’s mansion.
Not crying, exactly, because he’d skipped the stage that could be called crying and graduated to full-blown rib-cracking sobs, and he noticed the footsteps too late to care about it being anything than another injection of embarrassment. A slim cold body climbed into bed with him. Rashid thought, I am going to be murdered by my idiot undead employer, and then he thought, Good. Fucking good. I hope he rips my skin off first.
But Louis didn’t kill him. Louis lay next to him, on top of the blanket, and he waited for the force of the sobs to roll Rashid into his arms. He put the heel of his hand on Rashid’s spine and massaged until Rashid had softened down to shuddery breaths and the occasional snotty inhale.
“I know,” Louis said, into his skin. “God man do I know.”
And he did know. This dark creature with his limitless wealth, hiring mere mortals to run his Rube Goldberg machines so he could live into another night, he knew. He knew the company credit card with Rashid’s name and the implicit understanding he could buy whatever he wanted, the thread count on the company sheets, the always-granted ask for a night off (Rashid saw Tool in the Chase Center by himself), the late-night plasmapheresis appointments with no copay, the weight room, the blossoming friendship with bruised giggly Damek coding the security system, the company car, none of it was worth a minute outside, standing face upturned to the sun with eyes closed.
So Rashid wept again, for what they shared, and when he woke up sticky and flushed, Louis’ slim cool body was still against his. Louis was sleeping, which he had never seen before. Marble-cold and quiet, arm draped around Rashid. Rashid didn’t kiss him, had no desire to, but he tucked himself into Louis’ arms and for a long and infinite second or so, it was all right that there could only, at best, be the moon.
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Louis levitated at the interview and looked forlornly at him. Rashid moved to San Francisco that week.