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Armand (vagabond_child) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,

Puahing Armand back was something completely impossible for a human to do, unless the vampire wanted to go. And Armand had no interest at all in being pushed away. He kept his hands firmly on the telepath's temples, and his legs wrapped around Schuldig and kept him firmly anchored just where he was. Armand was panicking, and when he did that, he wasn't the most reasonable of people in the world. But he did calm down long enough to slide a quick barrier over his thoughts, to at least keep from terrifying the telepath any more than he already was.

His eyes flickered over the human, taking him in, and then he buried his face in Schuldig's neck and sort of quietly went to pieces. For once, feeding was far from his mind. Though he was not broadcasting any thoughts at the moment, he couldn't seem to make himself stop listening to Schuldig's mind, and the things he saw there were horrific. When the vampire raised his head, his tears had left red marks around his eyes, which he didn't bother to wipe away.

Perhaps normally, he would have shared this mentally. But that obviously wasn't going to work right now. So he spoke, very, very quietly, hating that the words were so inadequate, but not having a lot of choice. "Much is explained by what I've seen in your mind, what I still see. You have no idea what..." He shook his head firmly. No. He wouldn't. This wasn't about him and what the monks had wanted to do with him, it was about his lover.

So, he settled on the next best thing. Leaning down, he kissed the redhead softly on the lips, then pulled him close and just held him. No talking, mentally or otherwise, just simply the comfort of a being close to him. That, at least, Armand could do.