More images tempt his mind. Tangled hands. Tangled further. Louis' smile. A rattlesnake whisper, that even if Louis hated it, he hated being with Lestat more. That Armand was ash in his mouth, like choking down mortal food, but at least he wasn't beating the shit out of him. At least he let Louis fuck him. At least, at least, at least. Keyword, the l-one.
A blank-eyed glowing smile. His hands wrap around Lestat's wrists. So light, like a caress. There is something there in the impossible space between them, like barely-there static electricity. Armand sliding telekinetic strands around him in case he does something displeasing.
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More images tempt his mind. Tangled hands. Tangled further. Louis' smile. A rattlesnake whisper, that even if Louis hated it, he hated being with Lestat more. That Armand was ash in his mouth, like choking down mortal food, but at least he wasn't beating the shit out of him. At least he let Louis fuck him. At least, at least, at least. Keyword, the l-one.
A blank-eyed glowing smile. His hands wrap around Lestat's wrists. So light, like a caress. There is something there in the impossible space between them, like barely-there static electricity. Armand sliding telekinetic strands around him in case he does something displeasing.
Scratchy and suffocating,
"Tell me."