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[beautyofthenight]

And still... I was transfixed.

The New Azalea had been open now for nearly a year. More drinks poured than one person would care to count, more music cast out into the night air than I'd ever imagined. In New Orleans, the Azalea was on borrowed time, as reticent as I'd been to admit it.

Here, she thrived.

And here, there were nights when my eyes scarcely left the stage, transfixed by the spectacle of it.

Of Lestat.

Nearly a year of his performances, of watching crowds fall under the spell of the music and the spell of Him. He had no need for the Mind Gift; his stage presence enough to capture every eye in the crowd.

Every eye, but one.

I'd met Chrissy on scattered occasions, her position in our orbit impossible to ignore. With Eddie now a recipient of the Dark Gift, I imagined her life had grown more complicated. I refrained from reaching into her thoughts, even as I met her gaze from across the crowd.

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[queenofhawkinshigh]

No matter how many times she sees Eddie play, Chrissy never gets tired of it, never feels any less of a swell of pride in her chest than she did when he first had a gig in Darrow. The past months have been complicated to say the least, ever since he came back from that awful other version of the city telling her of his being turned to save him. The past weeks, with her hospital stay and return from it, have been even more so. While there's a lot she's still trying to figure out, though, a slow, difficult process, what hasn't changed is her wanting to be here when she can, supportive and awestruck in roughly equal measure.

She's sitting at the bar, idly sipping from a vodka cranberry, when she spots Louis across the room. She lifts her free hand in a slight wave, mouth curved in a small smile. While she doesn't know him well, likely the result of just how much she's had on her mind and been dealing with of late, she thinks she probably should be better acquainted with him than she is.

That isn't the only reason why she decides to slide off the stool and walk over to him. She doesn't want to spend too much time alone with her thoughts, and a little company seems like the right idea.

"Hi, Louis," she says once she's reached him. "I'd say good show, but is it ever not?"