[ Lestat is a mischevious creature by design; his grin can turn sly so easily, and he seems to love causing problems as much as he loves to find the solution to them and play the hero.. but really, Lestat at his core simply craves the effectation he can have on others. Itā€™s the same reason why Louisā€™ stern admonissions never work, why he seems to only dig his nails in to sensitive topics when others would politely back off, why he raises to every argument and why heā€™s so opinionatedā€¦ because, to him, thereā€™s nothing better than seeing someone react to you. Itā€™s a sign of being alive, isnā€™t it, having an impression on others? Hadnā€™t that been a large part of his desire to be a rock star, to leave an impression, to raise the vampire myth to new heights, to no longer sleep in quiet modesty?
He loves to push and push and push to see how far things will go, and Louis is his favourite subject for that experimentationā€¦ so why, then, is this having such an effect on him? He knows exactly why, but admitting to it is something else entirely.
This quiet dominance from Louis, this show of intensity and of a placid understanding of Lestatā€™s motives and desires has him feeling more seen than he thinks heā€™s ever been in his life. He can remember it once, when he was very young, and the concept of being good wasnā€™t quite as impossible as it is now.
The kiss is like a prize, but Lestat feels the petulant urge to chase it for something harder, deeper, because the deep tone of Louisā€™ voice and the liquid quality of his gaze is prickling over his skin in a way that makes it hard for him to want to stand still. Louis like this is astounding, something Lestat has never seen and is therefore enraptured by. He wants to see how far this will go, too. ]
Absolutely not.
[ He admits, breathless but full of worship, like a man commenting on the craftsmanship of a particularly stunning statue. His fingers are twitching at his sides. His leg moves, just slightly, his knee pressing the outside of one of Louisā€™ as though he intends to step closer into his face. ]
Oh, my heart.. I wonā€™t make it that easy for you to tame me. [ But his usual domineering tone is completely absent, replaced instead with something quiet, almost pleading. ] But I would absolutely love to see you try.
no subject
He loves to push and push and push to see how far things will go, and Louis is his favourite subject for that experimentationā€¦ so why, then, is this having such an effect on him? He knows exactly why, but admitting to it is something else entirely.
This quiet dominance from Louis, this show of intensity and of a placid understanding of Lestatā€™s motives and desires has him feeling more seen than he thinks heā€™s ever been in his life. He can remember it once, when he was very young, and the concept of being good wasnā€™t quite as impossible as it is now.
The kiss is like a prize, but Lestat feels the petulant urge to chase it for something harder, deeper, because the deep tone of Louisā€™ voice and the liquid quality of his gaze is prickling over his skin in a way that makes it hard for him to want to stand still. Louis like this is astounding, something Lestat has never seen and is therefore enraptured by. He wants to see how far this will go, too. ]
Absolutely not.
[ He admits, breathless but full of worship, like a man commenting on the craftsmanship of a particularly stunning statue. His fingers are twitching at his sides. His leg moves, just slightly, his knee pressing the outside of one of Louisā€™ as though he intends to step closer into his face. ]
Oh, my heart.. I wonā€™t make it that easy for you to tame me. [ But his usual domineering tone is completely absent, replaced instead with something quiet, almost pleading. ] But I would absolutely love to see you try.