𝑪͟𝑼͟𝑵TISSIMO。.⋆♱
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𝑪͟𝑼͟𝑵TISSIMO。.⋆♱
@wolfkillings
ᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟ𝙸'𝚅𝙴⠀𝙶𝙾𝚃⠀𝑳͟𝑶͟𝑵͟𝑮⠀̵𝕱̵𝐴̵𝑁̵𝐺̵𝑆̵. . .⠀-'🍷*.✧

⠀⠀⠀a brief once over ── contemplating , though he wore a smirk the entire time . alright , he'll 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦 along .

humming , the mortal look a few steps closer —— tucking a blonde curl behind her ear … she spoils her too much .

⠀⠀⠀𝑚𝑚⠀....⠀what does she want .ᐣ

she just … wanted to check up . though —— she looks blasted .

𝘢𝘩 ~ ⠀⠀⠀does she have enough to spare .ᐣ or is the whole gone .ᐣ

⠀⠀⠀⠀....⠀he was going to ask the same thing .ᐣ

"Of course." A curious raise of their brow, palm finding her lower back as to support her. "What has gotten into you?"

"I am trying something new." Fingers find the tangles of her hair, gingerly brushing through them. "They call it yuzu. A fresh, green scent for the coming spring."

Such a needy girl. Humming, allowing her to take from him.


"We did. You wasted it." Another twitch to his jaw, and again, to his fingers. "Move over, Lestat."

Not so smooth. Louis snatches his arm back to his side, jaw twitching in tension. Not giving way nearly enough to slow down his pace, halfway to the door already. "You haven't changed one bit. Peace offering, my ass. Take it at shove it back up yours. I'm leavin'."

"Oh, fuck off, Lestat." Cut above annoyance and a little to close to rage. Freshly lit cigarette meets the ground under and Louis sets off from the balcony entirely, gathering his coat towards him as he sails for the exit. "I knew comin' here was a mistake."

"Don't pull that shit." Lips tug into an ugly scowl. Waxing poetic about what he lets or doesn't. Conflict is in Lestat's blood, and Louis is in no mood. "You never ask for anythin'. You just take."

"Says the one waltzin' in here and stealin' from right outta my hands." He almost hates how pretty Lestat looks. Even has half the mind to want to shove her past the railing, out of passion.



