@masteredinstinct: i'm not afraid of you.
such an amusing response. cue the tilt of his head, the twinkle of devilry in eyes against the dimmed backstage lights. ❛ is that what you think, louis? ❜ that same gaze curves the lines of louis' face, the drawn posture of his shoulders. letting it linger far too long. ❛ that i'd like to make you afraid of me? ❜
distance between them begins to close, santiago like a moth drawn to flame — careful steps sauntered, as though walking a yet undisturbed minefield. ❛ hardly. ❜ it comes as a curling, humorless smile: the bearing of teeth, the fangs waiting to gnash even as they itch to. a fire of his own lit within. sparks burned to life that very first night, only to be stoked with every glance, every affection, shared between maitre & companion. the stolen pursuit of love's scorned voyeur, as posture forces itself into something easy. ❛ i want you . . . ❜ wholly unnecessary breath, elongating the tease of impending words while head tilts. taunting smile remains, even as a shadow, ❛ to tell me the truth. and there really is no need to play coy this time. ❜