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ʟᴏᴜɪs ᴅᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛᴇ ᴅᴜ ʟᴀᴄ ([personal profile] deathoftheauthor) wrote in [personal profile] perfectdevil 2023-08-13 11:17 pm (UTC)

I'm here, Lestat.

( Louis answers his call for the same reason — just for the pleasure of being able to do it, and because he knows it makes Lestat happy when he does. Louis is in the sitting room, which they've gradually and inadvertently been transforming into a library with their various literary acquisitions. He'd tried to distract himself with poetry, but the promised hour seemed to last an eternity, and by the time Lestat arrives home, Louis is quite frankly embarrassed of his own impatience. Well, at least Lestat will be pleased by that.

He marks his place in his book with a ribbon and sets it aside on the small table next to the sofa, and stands to greet Lestat just as he steps through the threshold of the door. As if he hadn't been listening for his steps this entire time, his heart leaping at every little sound. He's sure Lestat knows, no matter how serene Louis tries to appear, particularly when his eyes flit toward the package under Lestat's arm.

Louis presses a soft kiss to Lestat's cheek in greeting.
)

Welcome home. Did you have a good outing?

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