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Armand (vagabond_child) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,

Armand didn't like fighting. He had done it very rarely, mostly with Lestat and Marius, and occasionally with Daniel, but that didn't mean he liked it much. And fighting with Schuldig had been especially draining. He knew he was in the right, which was the worst thing about it. If he was wrong, it would almost be easier. But Schuldig wasn't a vampire, and he wasn't sure the telepath could ever understand.

The sun was going to rise soon, he could feel that. But he slipped out anyway, away from his lover, and headed out into the dark. The light was coming. He didn't have much time. But he wandered around for a bit, and realized he must have had a destination the whole time when he ended up outside the dorm where he'd taken Juniper to find her room earlier.

Well, why not? He was still very injured by the sun, though it barely showed anymore. The blood that he'd taken from Juniper and Schuldig would hardly be enough to heal him, no matter how powerful. Standing in the shadows, he called out with his mind, using the Gift of Compulsion that he'd honed so much over the years. When Juniper appeared, he looked her over quickly. He could handle him biting her again. So he held out his arms to her, bidding her silently to come to him. Like in the old days, when this was how he'd fed all the time.