❧ Locked to Louis ❧
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angelo
Feb. 26th, 2014 10:56 pm
"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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Date: 2014-03-02 03:53 am (UTC)"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."
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Date: 2014-04-05 04:00 pm (UTC)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?"
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Date: 2014-05-09 08:44 am (UTC)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."
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Date: 2014-05-14 06:50 pm (UTC)"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.