Louis, bare foot, t-shirt splotched with water, eyes lifting to Lestat's face as Lestat makes this assertion. As Louis weighs this thought, knows immediately that it is false.
They are already stood close. Louis draws a closer, then closer again. Narrowing the distance between them.
"I want to," Louis tells him. Louis still wants this, despite their fight. Despite hours flirting with sunlight slicing across the room. Despite the ways they've hurt each other. The newness of whatever it is they are forming together. Louis still wants him.
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Louis, bare foot, t-shirt splotched with water, eyes lifting to Lestat's face as Lestat makes this assertion. As Louis weighs this thought, knows immediately that it is false.
They are already stood close. Louis draws a closer, then closer again. Narrowing the distance between them.
"I want to," Louis tells him. Louis still wants this, despite their fight. Despite hours flirting with sunlight slicing across the room. Despite the ways they've hurt each other. The newness of whatever it is they are forming together. Louis still wants him.