( Ah, there it is. Louis has always been a passive creature; his willpower is strongest when he can blame someone else for the initial momentum. There isn't a single thing for Louis to feel guilty for tonight, though, and surely slipping away with his beloved for a few kisses (and perhaps a light snack) won't bother anyone.
And if anyone asks Louis where he'd disappeared to afterward... it was Lestat's idea. Everyone knows how difficult he is to resist.
Louis sighs deeply, contentedly, pressing the long line of his body against Lestat's and searching for the familiar drumbeat of his heart beneath those lovely clothes. Two centuries he's known that rhythm; he was always aware of Lestat's presence in their old townhouse, the sounds of his comings and goings even with those silent steps, attuned to his maker's pulse with a sense that seemed deeper than even his preternatural hearing should allow. )
If you'll promise me the last dance of the evening, we can slip away into the shadows now.
( His voice is a whisper against Lestat's lips, as if he can't bear to stop kissing him even to speak. )
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And if anyone asks Louis where he'd disappeared to afterward... it was Lestat's idea. Everyone knows how difficult he is to resist.
Louis sighs deeply, contentedly, pressing the long line of his body against Lestat's and searching for the familiar drumbeat of his heart beneath those lovely clothes. Two centuries he's known that rhythm; he was always aware of Lestat's presence in their old townhouse, the sounds of his comings and goings even with those silent steps, attuned to his maker's pulse with a sense that seemed deeper than even his preternatural hearing should allow. )
If you'll promise me the last dance of the evening, we can slip away into the shadows now.
( His voice is a whisper against Lestat's lips, as if he can't bear to stop kissing him even to speak. )