♛Well there is the obvious issue with his… arson at the end of the 18th century, that was more than a little embarrassing for me. *heavy sigh*
[X] And it never seemed to embarrass him in the slightest, which is even more infuriating.
Currently, he embarrasses me with his fashion sense, or lack thereof. How can I take him anywhere when I’m in a D&G suit and he’s in threadbare jeans and a thick sweater? In the summer!
♠ I’m not betraying his confidence by sharing this, as he brings it up in conversation whenever he can.
He loves art and, inspired by this tourist, Lestat scattered rose petals and then stripped nude in a museum in New York to fully appreciate some his favorite paintings and sculptures.
The museum was closed, thankfully, but Daniel was with us. It was… very awkward.
“Listen, keep your eyes wide,” Lestat whispered to me, his lips moving against my neck. I remember that the movement of his lips […] sent a shock of sensation through my body that was not unlike the pleasure of passion.
A dull roar at first and then a pounding like the pounding of a drum, growing louder and louder […] until it seemed to fill not just my hearing but all my senses, to be throbbing my lips and fingers, in the flesh of my temples, in my veins. Above all, in my veins […].
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