How wonderfully, cheekily delicious! Lestat going over the top for such a small thing...it's perfect. Thank you so much for going with the plotbunnies!
“You’re despicable.”
”That’s why you love me.”
“I don’t love you.”
“Yes, you do. The number plate says so.” He sat back happily. “There!”
I shook my head and pulled him up. He stepped back and took hold of my hand, grinning. I looked at the car and the offending number plate, the embarrassingly sweet sentiment of it, at him, and back at the number plate again. “Louisiana” was written in a modern, flaring red, but the letters of the plate itself were what made me feel at once scandalised and happy: LDPDL – DL. All that effort for something so small. It was so typically Lestat.
It's those little details that always get to me. I love this! Merci beaucoup, ma chere. (((hugs)))
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“You’re despicable.”
”That’s why you love me.”
“I don’t love you.”
“Yes, you do. The number plate says so.” He sat back happily. “There!”
I shook my head and pulled him up. He stepped back and took hold of my hand, grinning. I looked at the car and the offending number plate, the embarrassingly sweet sentiment of it, at him, and back at the number plate again. “Louisiana” was written in a modern, flaring red, but the letters of the plate itself were what made me feel at once scandalised and happy: LDPDL – DL. All that effort for something so small. It was so typically Lestat.
It's those little details that always get to me. I love this! Merci beaucoup, ma chere. (((hugs)))