And by nice, Lestat should elaborate, you looked like heaven's most fuckable angel.
Just absurd. Impossible beauty, so changed and yet so familiar in his modern apparel and fashion. Praise he would give in another life but finds himself stuffing back down his throat as Louis' fingers tease through his hair. Is his hair alright? It's just been cleaned, so he expects so. Tipping his head slightly as if he can glean information from Louis' expression.
Back down to the marble top he is standing at, absently drawing his fingertips along the edge. "You're doing well for yourself?" is a small in the scheme of things, like getting a fingernail beneath a flagstone. He does mean money, that sort of well, but any answer is a good answer, an enlightening answer.
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Just absurd. Impossible beauty, so changed and yet so familiar in his modern apparel and fashion. Praise he would give in another life but finds himself stuffing back down his throat as Louis' fingers tease through his hair. Is his hair alright? It's just been cleaned, so he expects so. Tipping his head slightly as if he can glean information from Louis' expression.
Back down to the marble top he is standing at, absently drawing his fingertips along the edge. "You're doing well for yourself?" is a small in the scheme of things, like getting a fingernail beneath a flagstone. He does mean money, that sort of well, but any answer is a good answer, an enlightening answer.