[ Lestat gives a slow tilt of his head, like a snake listening for the scratching of a mouse at the entrance to its hide.
When he opens his mouth the motion is far from obedient; instead it's languid, almost lascivious, his tongue against the roof of his mouth, his eyes staring straight and unblinking at the viewfinder, his lips pulled back in the ghost of a smile.
His eye teeth are indeed sharp, but they're nothing like what Hob might have seen of Dracula or Nosferatu. Lestat has no need for anything quite so long and sharp. It's entirely feasible that Lestat could simply be one of those mortals born with exaggerated canines. If it were in person, it might be a little more obvious that there is a lot to him that is distinctly not human - his pale skin and the chill of it, his eyes, the shine of his fingernails, the way his body moves - but this screen offers him a handy gauze of pixels to add to his disguise. ]
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When he opens his mouth the motion is far from obedient; instead it's languid, almost lascivious, his tongue against the roof of his mouth, his eyes staring straight and unblinking at the viewfinder, his lips pulled back in the ghost of a smile.
His eye teeth are indeed sharp, but they're nothing like what Hob might have seen of Dracula or Nosferatu. Lestat has no need for anything quite so long and sharp. It's entirely feasible that Lestat could simply be one of those mortals born with exaggerated canines. If it were in person, it might be a little more obvious that there is a lot to him that is distinctly not human - his pale skin and the chill of it, his eyes, the shine of his fingernails, the way his body moves - but this screen offers him a handy gauze of pixels to add to his disguise. ]
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