[ Blue, velvet and bronze. Matching his eyes, indeed. Lestat can't resist a grin when he thinks of that comment. Louis certainly is getting free with his compliments and Lestat can hardly say he minds. Some might even call his behaviour romantic, and isn't that just marvellous.
Lestat greets the concierge of the extravagant London building where he's bought rooms, rises to the top in the elevator, and opens the door with little to no effort in restraining his volume. He wants Louis to hear his arrival without sensing it, feel that strange human trepidation morph to excitement, for him to fully give in to being surprised and loving every moment of it.... Perhaps it's wishful thinking, perhaps he's muddling Louis love for him with a love for being at his whim.. it doesn't matter. Louis complaints every time he does this only make him want to petulantly do it more.
He can hear Louis sitting silently somewhere through the long rooms of the penthouse, and he smiles as he approaches with a brown paper package and a few magazines tucked under his arm. ]
Louis? [ He calls without much need. He just likes saying his name. ]
tfln
2. I haven't seen you in years and we have like 16 hours, all I want is cuddles, wine, and some light groping.
3. Don’t get me wrong—I love silver and bracelets—but handcuffs are not a good look on me…
4. I do have a moral compass! I can’t help it if it only points at attractive people!
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cw: death, drowning, cannibalism reference
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1. I lost my phone again. Well, lost isn't exactly true. But either way I have a new one now, so this is my number.
2. I need you to talk me down. I don't need to get in a heated argument about musical adaptations today.
3. I've heard mixed opinions, so I need you to decide for me. Do I buy a Tesla?
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1. Who is this, why have you called the Alexa?
2. Look, I'll be there in a moment, I'm just in a store. What is so urgent?
3. Don't worry, I won't keep you long. I simply need to know.. Blue or gold?
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open to anything!
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general open
karaoke | feel free to approximate the year, i left 'modern' vague!
tdm esque openers
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the gifs you posted... i'm dead
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I couldn't resist >.> /dumps a bucket of Disney over his head
what a wonderful phrase....
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bakerstreet memes
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♥ for deathoftheauthor
[ Blue, velvet and bronze. Matching his eyes, indeed. Lestat can't resist a grin when he thinks of that comment. Louis certainly is getting free with his compliments and Lestat can hardly say he minds. Some might even call his behaviour romantic, and isn't that just marvellous.
Lestat greets the concierge of the extravagant London building where he's bought rooms, rises to the top in the elevator, and opens the door with little to no effort in restraining his volume. He wants Louis to hear his arrival without sensing it, feel that strange human trepidation morph to excitement, for him to fully give in to being surprised and loving every moment of it.... Perhaps it's wishful thinking, perhaps he's muddling Louis love for him with a love for being at his whim.. it doesn't matter. Louis complaints every time he does this only make him want to petulantly do it more.
He can hear Louis sitting silently somewhere through the long rooms of the penthouse, and he smiles as he approaches with a brown paper package and a few magazines tucked under his arm. ]
Louis? [ He calls without much need. He just likes saying his name. ]
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