@H0NEYPINEAPPLE ( All the right buttons, for better or for worse. Greedy as he is, he steals a proper peck, which melts into soft laughter. )
Still not over ''comme-ci, comme-ça"?
@H0NEYPINEAPPLE ( Magnetic—he follows the touch like a moth drawn to flame. Presses a kiss to his palm. )
You know I have my favorites. Do you not as well?
( A bitter laugh follows his roar, all poison and mockery, as he shakes his head. )
It is not death you crave from me. You know what it is, you know it so 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 well, but you are still a scared child when it comes to desire.
( Paris—in Paris, those eyes made his knees tremble with fear, maybe. Now, he can't help himself from smiling wide at them; a flash of his fangs to scare—no, to seduce him further. He knows him like the back of his hand. )
Lies on lies on lies on lies!
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( He sneers at each mockery, wider and wider. More and more teeth revealed behind his lips, the monster behind the face of the young man. There will be no fooling Lestat, and Armand has had enough of pretence for the evening. )
But you did.
( Searing hot, fresh poison across
allows a hand to give a gentle push to her lower back, just over that sinfully small piece of fabric. To call it a garment would be an overstatement.
Then, gently, in her ear. )
Sit for me.
( There is no shame in how he drinks in every action, from the slender column of her neck while she drinks, to her spine, and down, down, down when she stands.
Goodness. He does have a type.
And he follows her like an obedient pup, briefly scans the dimly lit room, and +
❨ he’s served a dubious look, eyes half–lidded, lips pursed into a faux–thoughtful pout. yeah, right. she’s under no illusions here—this one answers to nothing and to no–one. ❩
i’ll believe it when i see it, cher.
❨ with a free hand she lifts the sparkly cosmo ❲ … ❳
( The push is surprising—and entirely fucking unwelcome. Lestat is in their space in no time, shoving back with greater force, once. )
I want.
( A mockery of his accent and cadence. Twice. )
I want, I want.
( Thrice. )
And then you go and say it's me who seduced you.
I am doing no such thing.
( Palms meet Lestat's chest, pushing him away with considerable force. A bite rarely shown. )
If this is all you intend to do, then I will be on my way.