deathoftheauthor: (;26)
ʟᴏᴜɪs ᴅᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛᴇ ᴅᴜ ʟᴀᴄ ([personal profile] deathoftheauthor) wrote in [community profile] citylogs 2024-01-09 12:22 am (UTC)

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You— That was the mistletoe! 

( Louis gives Lestat's hair a tug, and kicks petulantly at his foot with a fine, pointed boot. He hadn't hated kissing Reno; it was pleasant enough in a purely physical sense. The man clearly knows what he's doing when it comes to seduction, and yet he's too earnest for Louis to really resent, no matter how they came to know each other. But to Louis, having someone else's hands and attention on him felt wrong in a way that he doesn't know how to explain to Lestat.

On one hand, he's relieved that Lestat isn't jealous. On the other hand, he had felt an undeniable pang of discontent at how naturally and effortlessly Lestat could sweep someone else into his arms. Louis can tell he's even fed himself a bit. So he sounds entirely flustered and defensive when he replies:
) 

I was in need of a diversion, and he asked me to dance. It would have been impolite to refuse, no matter how terrible the music might have been. 

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