Schuldig (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} sweetlikehoney) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} labyrinth_rpg, |
"I didn't want you to see that..." He spoke softly after a moment. Those memories were ones even he didn't care to think about, but he didn't need Armand thinking about them too, or worse, trying to talk to him about them. He'd gotten as over it as he was going to. It didn't need to be dragged up again by a silly nightmare. But he didn't try to block it away, either. He didn't have the will nor the care to do so at the moment. If Armand really wanted to know...he could.
"You...you should sleep. Sun's coming up." Whether he wanted the vampire to stay or not...not even Schu knew, really. But he felt it needed to be said, at the very least to have something to say. Sighing, he closed his eyes briefly and pushed gently against Armand's shields. Just enough to feel the blankness in his own mind, but not enough to find the chaos in Armand's.
The sensation was akin to pressing your cheek against a cold brick wall while bundled up in winter coats on a frigid night, or laying your head on a crisp, cool pillow while buried under blankets. All of the refreshment but none of the chill, yet still a little something that sent a shiver down your spine, until your whole body had became akin to the sensation, and it seemed like a neutral, calming temperature had spread throughout, rather than any one focused extreme. When his breathing had slowed and the images had faded from the vividness that they had been, settled to a deeper part of his mind, he opened his eyes and looked up into Armand's slowly. "Where were you?" He'd rather change the subject than deal with memories this morning, apparently.