❧ Locked to Louis ❧ stillwhining & angelo

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"You must tell me everything, then." Armand insisted, running his palm again against the habit hung up by the door of the hotel room; the justaucorps, the jacket, and breeches, he repeated to himself inwardly, memorizing their names as well as their feel; and marveling in a quiet, detached way at the downfall of velvets to silks. They mainly ran in the industry of costumes at his ill-fated theatre, and dressing again for public society was vaguely exciting, in the way that a shut-in might be excited to read of the outside world-- hungry for it, but still viewing it as slightly a fiction, however real.

"Why the heels are shorter now, and why the toes are squarer. Why men carry canes, and why black ribbons are in preference to red. I would hear it all, Louis."

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[stillwhining]

"Well, I haven't the faintest about some of those, but surely a few of them must have been from practicality at the very least." He couldn't help but smile at Armand's enthusiasm, settling to sit on the bed.

"And certainly the styles here are much different from those in America, I expect it shall take some study if you truly wish me to explain them all, my dear."

[angelo]

"Were we from such an impractical time then, Louis, that we cannot even fathom what the greater use of a cane or a black ribbon is?" Turning to view him instead of the suit, there was a rueful pause for thought before he grinned. "I imagine you would look very lovely with a black ribbon, so I see the beauty in that; beauty is rarely practical, though. If I bought you one, would you wear it?"

Now released into the world, Armand was only too eager to study. And a companion made the idea of study so much more interesting... "I would listen to you explain the uses of a fashionable cane all day, if you let me use a black ribbon on your hair. Is it a deal?"

[stillwhining]

"Beauty is very rarely practical, yes; but there certainly is some in tying one's hair back." He grinned in return, slightly shy, but it is very difficult for him to be shy around Armand. "Of course I would, simply because you bought it."

Certainly it was a bit -- sappy, to say such things, but Louis had never truly been one to hide his emotions. "It is a deal," he replied, laughing. "Though you must forgive me if it is not a very good description of the uses of a fashionable cane."

[angelo]

"Yes, there is; to better see the neck with, and to imagine ruining the bow by pulling at its ends, and letting the hair back out." He mused. He always carried the edge of mischief inherent of the age he'd died at... so he did indeed feel that the best part of tying a perfect bow might be pulling it out when the wearer least expected it.

"Simply because I bought it." He repeated, eyes flicking over to Louis, dark and pleased. He had liked that answer very much. "I would forgive you for anything. You know that." He was not, after all, Lestat.