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[perfectdevil]

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[deathoftheauthor]

It sings for you always. When I'm with you, that song swells into a symphony.

[perfectdevil]

Ah, Louis..

You tease. Saying all these things to me here when I am far from you. Does it make you braver, the protection of this little screen?

[deathoftheauthor]

Braver? Perhaps. More eloquent, certainly.

I would remind you that you started this.

[perfectdevil]

Oh, you have never had issue with being eloquent, my love. Merely trouble when it comes to actually getting your words out. That I will take the blame for.

I will not take the blame for starting this, though! It is you who gave me cruel words and the flash of your teeth when you know damn well how distracting I find you.

[deathoftheauthor]

What am I going to do with you? I could do nothing at all and you would still find it provocative.

[perfectdevil]

Hmm. Have you thought about why that might be?

[deathoftheauthor]

Oh, I think about it almost constantly.

[perfectdevil]

And what conclusion have you come to, my contemplative one?

[deathoftheauthor]

( The reply is slightly delayed, Louis being more than slightly flustered by all this by now. )

I suspect that you might actually be in love with me.

[perfectdevil]

Is that so? What evidence do you have to support that claim?

[deathoftheauthor]

You put quite a considerable amount of effort into making me happy. And you find delight in things about me that I would think you'd quickly tire of.

I could attempt to craft a more erotic answer for you, but that one is the truth.

[perfectdevil]

[ There's a long wait for the next message to arrive. ]

I'm glad to know you finally believe me.

[deathoftheauthor]

( The wait is terrible for his nerves; did he ruin the moment? Sexting is so complicated. )

Your sincerity isn't in question, Lestat. It isn't your fault that it's difficult for me to accept. You know how I am... forever wondering the reason why things are the way they are.

It feels like a miracle.

[perfectdevil]

Louis, stop.

[ He didn't mean to send that, he was trying to type it out in a different way that didn't seem quite so short, but these goddamn phones with their send buttons being right next to the backspace button and his nails being slightly too long when he first wakes up-- ]

You do not need to explain yourself. I mean it, I am glad to hear it. It wasn't a slight, I wasn't teasing you. Half the game is chasing you, capturing you like a butterfly in my net... but the other half of that joy is letting you go again, papillon. I like to watch you struggle and think, I like to watch your mind work, even if I don't always like where it ends up. I love the wonder in you, and the doubt, in equal measure.

Besides, we both know how easily I could charm someone into loving me blindly.