This was short but. An excellent read. It is a good writer who can tell a story in one short scene. I can almost see the room this author envisioned... Shadowy, a fire crackling in a large fireplace, a lot of polished wood and masculine furnishings. I can see Louis sitting with legs crossed in an oversized leather armchair with an old faded book on his lap. A tall floor lamp at his right elbow lights the pages. Lestat had been sitting at a large ornate piano, distractedly tapping the keys as he watches Louis's reflection in the gilt mirror hung above the fireplace. I could feel the love that exists between the two men and Lestat's longing to see Louis smile a smile of love for him. Bravo. For the writer! Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry
-----Original Message----- From: Mistress of the Night <mistressofthenig...@yahoo.com> Sender: TheDarkGift@yahoogroups.com Date: Thu, 5 May 2011 12:12:09 To: <thedarkgift@yahoogroups.com> Reply-To: TheDarkGift@yahoogroups.com Subject: [TheDarkGift] Smile Title Smile Author nicole4 Fandom Vampire Chronicles Pairing Lestat/Louis Rating PG Word Count 450 Disclaimer I own nothing. Summary Lestat liked it when Louis smiled. Not a 'good Lord you are dumb' smile, or an 'I don't even know who you are any more' smile; an honest smile, a real smile. Notes lol cheesy. I wrote this like... a year ago, maybe. Lestat liked it when Louis smiled. Not a 'good Lord you are dumb' smile, or an 'I don't even know who you are any more' smile; an honest smile, a real smile. The way his eyes lit up and his eyebrows raised just the tiniest bit excited Lestat, since the one thing that followed that smile involved Lestat. Well, unless Louis was reading a very good book and there was a funny part, but they were very rare. Lestat tried night after night to make Louis smile, though lately, nothing seemed to. He tried serenading with the 'bubblegum pop' on the radio, repeating funny lines from movies (which was hit-or-miss, as Louis rarely ever watched the new movies Lestat did), dancing around in a funny fashion; only a sharp bout of laughter and one of those other smiles, not the one he so craved, needed almost as much as he needed blood. “Louis,” he said one evening, kneeling beside Louis, who was reading – as always – in an armchair. Louis just glanced at him with a raised eyebrow. “You're whining, Lestat,” Louis said, closing the book on his lap. It was old, dirty, and maybe even a little burned. “What do you want me to do?” Lestat stiffened and glared at Louis. “I do not always whine when I want something from you, Louis.” Louis answered with silence, looking at him expectantly. “Smile,” Lestat said, smiling himself, gazing with adoration at his beautiful fledgling. “Smile for me, beautiful one.” Louis smiled. Lestat scowled at him. It wasn't the smile he wanted. “That's the wrong smile,” Lestat said. Louis obviously resisted the urge to sigh dramatically. “What kind of smile do you want?” he asked. “The...” It was too hard to form into words the kind of smile he wanted. “The smile that you give to me when you tell me you love me.” “I love you,” he said, giving a smile. Close but no cigar, as Lestat had heard once in a song. Lestat shook his head. Louis' face reflected obvious confusion. “Lestat, I do not know what you want from me,” Louis said softly, reaching out to touch Lestat's forehead. “I just want you to smile, love. Smile like you do when we're in bed, caressing each other.” “Lestat, you romantic,” Louis whispered so softly that Lestat barely heard him. “One of the many things I love about you.” He gave a small smile. His eyebrows were raised just a little and when Lestat looked in Louis' eyes, he saw the love Louis felt. Lestat smiled widely. “There it is,” he whispered. Louis chuckled lowly and kissed Lestat's forehead. “Why did you want to see it so badly?” he asked. “I only see it once a month,” Lestat answered, brushing Louis' hair out of his face.
