( Lexi is a bit surprised to hear the offer extends past the game. not because he disagrees with it, but because he was just unprepared for it.
but he does agree with it. in fact, he's grateful for it. the more he's in the presence of people like Louis and Lestat, the more he feels like himself. he'd never say as much to Dani, but he feels a bit restricted at times. forced to temper who and what he is in this place to be more palatable. and even that's not been enough for them.
so it's a nice feeling to not be in the presence of one he has to play games for outside his own romance.
and when that wrist is bared, offered to seal their deal in blood the way only vampires do, Lexi is off the bed. he crosses the room in a flash, taking the offered wrist. he's so close to Lestat now. so close to the scent that rolls off him, those piercing blue eyes, that sensual tone, and the feeling of his wrist beneath his thumb as he presses the pad of his thumb there.
he tilts his head away from his wrist, though he still holds it in one hand. his other hand comes up to brush back those hold curls that got Lestat in trouble with little else to blame, and brushes his fingers over his neck as he leans closer. ) May I?
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but he does agree with it. in fact, he's grateful for it. the more he's in the presence of people like Louis and Lestat, the more he feels like himself. he'd never say as much to Dani, but he feels a bit restricted at times. forced to temper who and what he is in this place to be more palatable. and even that's not been enough for them.
so it's a nice feeling to not be in the presence of one he has to play games for outside his own romance.
and when that wrist is bared, offered to seal their deal in blood the way only vampires do, Lexi is off the bed. he crosses the room in a flash, taking the offered wrist. he's so close to Lestat now. so close to the scent that rolls off him, those piercing blue eyes, that sensual tone, and the feeling of his wrist beneath his thumb as he presses the pad of his thumb there.
he tilts his head away from his wrist, though he still holds it in one hand. his other hand comes up to brush back those hold curls that got Lestat in trouble with little else to blame, and brushes his fingers over his neck as he leans closer. ) May I?