I know you’re super busy, but could you draw that one scene in Queen of the Damned where Armand is holding Louis and Daniel because they pass out after Mekare rips Akasha’s head off and eats her heart and brain? C: No rush or anything. Thank you ❤
That’s not fair, you know how difficult it is for me to say “no” to VC related requests?!
“They were all coming to life again, the others. Armand was holding Daniel and Louis, who were both groggy and unable yet to stand; and Khayman had come forward with Jesse beside him, and the others were all right too.” – QOTD
♥u♥ Dressup sessions happen frequently, even in their own home, and whenever Lestat can drag Louis to the mall and they always have to visit a lingerie store. At least one.
Lestat putting on a little fashion show for Louis! Modern-day. No spoilers apply.
“How long does it take for you to change?” I said, slumping further into what these stores affectionately call “the boyfriend chair.” I checked my phone for the time, but did not remember the last time I’d checked it, so I tucked it back in place fruitlessly.
He stepped out of the fitting room sheathed in an amount of intricate dark red satin and chiffon that left just the right amount of flesh to the imagination. His long finger twirled a loose ribbon, a trickle of blood, as he studied my reaction. The scarlet enhanced the scant golden hair on his arms, legs, and broad chest. It gave him an altogether rosy glow.
In a blink he had crossed his arms and jutted out a smooth hip, sulking. “What, you don’t like it?” He gave his blond mane a toss and huffed. The saleswoman’s mouth had fallen open, as if seeing a miracle. She mumbled something about being wrong that a man couldn’t ‘pull off’ this outfit. I licked my lips. I could pull it off of him right then and there.
Lestat swiveled around and assumed a few classical sculpture poses in the 3-way mirror, but this was playing, still watching me.
“Really Louis, you’re hurting my feelings. Cat got your tongue? I’ve tried on so many and you just sit there.” He pouted, and I stood, stretching my limbs.
“Just because I don’t rain praise upon you,” I said, pressing my body against his in a sensual embrace, and he watched in the mirror as I ran my fingers along the edges of the thin fabric. “Does not mean you haven’t conquered me.”
Alright, I managed to fill your request, hope this satisfies you! I tried to give you what you asked for, but to really make this ship work, I would need to write SO much more, since it is a tough ship to ship, with neither of them really willing to /completely/ overlook or forgive their past behavior towards each other, but this is a step in the right direction.
Takes place after Prince Lestat. Here’s an excerpt of A Brief Reprieve:
What can I do to make you love me?” He whispered.
“Are you kidding me? I do love you!” I scoffed, planting a little kiss on top of his head. “You want a certificate? Want it engraved on a plaque?” I said, nosing into his hair.
“Be serious, Lestat.”
“I’m dead serious. Undead serious.” I laughed, leaning back and pulling him to lay back against me.
Armand gazed up at me in silence, a soft smile on his face, then looked back at the fire. What did he want from me? We had just spent the entire evening together, killed together, and then curled up together in front of a roaring blaze as the snow fell outside the window. He felt good in my arms, all collected up and warm. What could be better? Aside from the throbbing pain in my head. That left something to be desired.
“How does it feel right now?” He said. He stared at the fire.
“What?”
“You know. Holding the Sacred Core.”
“Good Lord, don’t call him that. It inflates his ego and I’ll get a splitting headache.”
“There isn’t room enough for all that ego in there, is there?” Armand chuckled, tapping at my forehead. I took his hand and kissed the fingertips.
“Sometimes there really isn’t.” I sighed. It was true, Amel was my own permanent backseat driver. For now, he was murmuring to himself, but it was growing louder. Soon, he would want to be included in whatever I was doing.
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