kf-tea: “I have barely complained at all,” said Lestat, meeting his gaze with pit
kf-tea: “I have barely complained at all,” said Lestat, meeting his gaze with pitiful eyes. He reached up and tucked a stray curl behind Louis’ ear, and lay back like a puppy showing his best submissive pose. “You’d find fault with a fat goose,” Louis teased. “I would, truly. There’s wingspan, feather quality, overall health of the animal,” he began enumerating on his fingers theatrically. Louis reached out and grabbed Lestat’s fingers to still him. “Stop being so literal.” “I would, though,” said Lestat, with the self-approving confidence of a child. -ᴇxᴄᴇʀᴘᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀ ᴄʜʀɪsᴛᴍᴀs ǫᴜᴀʀʀᴇʟ, ʙʏ ᴡɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ-ғᴇʟɪɴᴀ/ʀᴇʙɴᴇss ——————————-Having a Christmas related piece in early February might seem a bit gauche, but I have been wanting to make fanart of @wicked-felina ‘s fic, “A Christmas Quarrel,” since the day I read it. The characterizations were so wonderful, and I loved Lestat and Louis’ domestic banter - it captures their strictly oppositional natures while also belying something so genuinely sweet, it’s everything that I imagine their life on the Rue Royale to be like. -- source link
#thank you