[ when this whole affair of theirs started, adam figured it would remain mostly behind-the-scenes. they weren't dating, after all. they weren't doing much more than fucking, talking, and letting lestat drink adam's blood at regular intervals - none of which gave adam any reason to imagine lestat might want to be seen in public with him.
and yet he here sits in lestat's dressing room, seated in lestat's chair, staring into the mirror as the blond fusses over his hair. a pile of potential outfits takes up a solid quarter of the room, evidence of how much lestat's been thinking about this before adam ever got involved - he'd only just been informed of the other's plans earlier that same day.
We're going out, he'd been told. Somewhere with many important people. You must look your best. whether to impress these 'important people' or simply to make lestat look good, adam still didn't know.
now, in the present, he rocks one leg restlessly, full of jitters. he can't remember the last time he'd gone to something like this - usually his nights out consisted of attending his friend's crappy gigs or getting blasted at a rave. no one important ever showed up; there were never connections on the line. he never needed to impress anybody before.
the nervous energy is overpowering, and before he can stop himself he hears himself speaking, the words almost guaranteed to make lestat roll his eyes: ]
Are you sure about this? I'll probably embarrass you, y'know. I don't know the first thing about talking to the fancy assholes that go to things like this.
-- come on barbie, let's go party
and yet he here sits in lestat's dressing room, seated in lestat's chair, staring into the mirror as the blond fusses over his hair. a pile of potential outfits takes up a solid quarter of the room, evidence of how much lestat's been thinking about this before adam ever got involved - he'd only just been informed of the other's plans earlier that same day.
We're going out, he'd been told. Somewhere with many important people. You must look your best. whether to impress these 'important people' or simply to make lestat look good, adam still didn't know.
now, in the present, he rocks one leg restlessly, full of jitters. he can't remember the last time he'd gone to something like this - usually his nights out consisted of attending his friend's crappy gigs or getting blasted at a rave. no one important ever showed up; there were never connections on the line. he never needed to impress anybody before.
the nervous energy is overpowering, and before he can stop himself he hears himself speaking, the words almost guaranteed to make lestat roll his eyes: ]
Are you sure about this? I'll probably embarrass you, y'know. I don't know the first thing about talking to the fancy assholes that go to things like this.