♛ I’m limited to just 5 things? There are countless things I adore about Louis, not merely “like,” as especially overused as the word “like” is these days *grumbles*

1. His manner of speaking and word choice always… has a dignity to it. It’s something he’s always had, but I would think it’s reinforced by the kinds of books he’s absorbed over the years.

2. His hands, the long fingers, shapely nails, the sight of his hands on my body, the nails clawing at my skin, it’s tantalizing. During the time we lived together with Claudia, I would watch across the room, I yearned for those hands, helping her with shoe laces or gloves. His hands still have a forbidden-fruit aura.

3. He tastes like home. Is there another way to describe it? Skin, tears, blood, he is my favorite flavor *grins* 

4. The picture we cut when I catch our reflection in glass. Whether he lets me dress him or not, with his arm hooked in mine, at a brisk pace, we compliment each other. 

5. His capacity to love me not only despite my flaws, but his patience to help me overcome them, the care he took when I first awoke from a long and miserable nightmare of a coma, even when I was nothing near like myself except in appearance… although I insisted I was fine, he could always see the broken parts of me and sought to help me mend them. 

Dieu but what would he say about me? I don’t deserve him, do I? *sighs* 

(//BTW devilsfool answered these, too! I like their answers as well)