❧ 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."