Warm breath, first, spreading across Louis' skin, and then Lestat lifting his head to gaze up at him that small unit of distance he had managed. "Bored," he repeats, but the note of incredulity, wavering at its centre, departs from the playfulness they'd been maintaining. It would be easy to pivot again, melt words into his skin like I could never be bored with you, mon cher, but the word—
Like a sharp thing, under the skin. He, bored with Louis. The unfairness of the joke's premise hardens his expression, despite the twitched shape of a smile at his mouth. Not quite. "Do you think that at any time, I have ever been bored of you? That this is something that would separate us?"
Defensiveness, coiling like a snake beneath his ribcage, full of unspent venom. He'd made his case of variety, and they are flirting about silly things like fucking in a coffin for a week, and yet.
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Warm breath, first, spreading across Louis' skin, and then Lestat lifting his head to gaze up at him that small unit of distance he had managed. "Bored," he repeats, but the note of incredulity, wavering at its centre, departs from the playfulness they'd been maintaining. It would be easy to pivot again, melt words into his skin like I could never be bored with you, mon cher, but the word—
Like a sharp thing, under the skin. He, bored with Louis. The unfairness of the joke's premise hardens his expression, despite the twitched shape of a smile at his mouth. Not quite. "Do you think that at any time, I have ever been bored of you? That this is something that would separate us?"
Defensiveness, coiling like a snake beneath his ribcage, full of unspent venom. He'd made his case of variety, and they are flirting about silly things like fucking in a coffin for a week, and yet.