[ lestat, as always, is quick to show his displeasure, and that little tug on adam's hair makes the smaller man wince, a hiss of pain escaping him. his nose wrinkles in distaste but he doesn't make any further argument; there's no point. besides, it isn't as though he doesn't want to go. this party sounds like a big deal, and the fact that lestat has personally invited him is an even bigger deal.
secretly (or, at least, as secretly as he can given the fact that lestat can read his thoughts) adam has allowed himself to indulge in little fantasies, spurred on by their growing friendship and the small things lestat has said, here and there. adam knows he is not lestat's boyfriend, and he also knows there is a man out there who has entirely captured lestat's heart - though to what extent, he is unsure - but the human cannot keep from wondering if lestat might think of him as more than just a body to fuck, a voice to speak with when the demons inside his head grow too loud.
adam wishes to be special, as all mortals do. and so he endures the poking and prodding, the way lestat pushes his vision upon him, not allowing any pushback whatsoever.
a small part of adam wonders if he does so because he cannot handle the criticism. it wouldn't be a surprise.
he does not say anything contrary about the outfit presented to him - but the incredulous look upon his face as he stares at the clothing says enough. it's not that the chosen pieces are offensive, but simply that adam has never imagined himself wearing anything of the sort. ]
IM CACKLING AT "clearly adam could not be relied upon to do it alone" kdfgkfhkjh
secretly (or, at least, as secretly as he can given the fact that lestat can read his thoughts) adam has allowed himself to indulge in little fantasies, spurred on by their growing friendship and the small things lestat has said, here and there. adam knows he is not lestat's boyfriend, and he also knows there is a man out there who has entirely captured lestat's heart - though to what extent, he is unsure - but the human cannot keep from wondering if lestat might think of him as more than just a body to fuck, a voice to speak with when the demons inside his head grow too loud.
adam wishes to be special, as all mortals do. and so he endures the poking and prodding, the way lestat pushes his vision upon him, not allowing any pushback whatsoever.
a small part of adam wonders if he does so because he cannot handle the criticism. it wouldn't be a surprise.
he does not say anything contrary about the outfit presented to him - but the incredulous look upon his face as he stares at the clothing says enough. it's not that the chosen pieces are offensive, but simply that adam has never imagined himself wearing anything of the sort. ]
Is that a corset?
[ he hears himself say. ]