Hm, good point. I suppose we've stopped letting the world know our innermost feelings. For the time being, at least.
[ Even if Lestat has notes - mental and physical - for the next installment of the tale of his life, he's quite pleased there will at least be some aspects of their life together that can be his alone. He's not sure Louis would let him publish everything.
As Louis' fingers curls against his chest, Lestat moves the hand that isn't wrapped up in the ribbon to run along the lapel of the soft, silk pajamas. His touch is a little firmer than is necessary for someone appreciating fabric, clearly more interested in feeling Louis' chest rise and fall beneath.
He tilts his head, his nose sliding against Louis' until their mouths are a mere breath apart. ]
Oh, let's not call a rabbit a hare, Louis. You know damn well that I could write you something much better than that, given the opportunity.
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[ Even if Lestat has notes - mental and physical - for the next installment of the tale of his life, he's quite pleased there will at least be some aspects of their life together that can be his alone. He's not sure Louis would let him publish everything.
As Louis' fingers curls against his chest, Lestat moves the hand that isn't wrapped up in the ribbon to run along the lapel of the soft, silk pajamas. His touch is a little firmer than is necessary for someone appreciating fabric, clearly more interested in feeling Louis' chest rise and fall beneath.
He tilts his head, his nose sliding against Louis' until their mouths are a mere breath apart. ]
Oh, let's not call a rabbit a hare, Louis. You know damn well that I could write you something much better than that, given the opportunity.