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Armand (vagabond_child) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,

The motions of his lovers hands soothed the troubled vampire even further, and he rested more naturally against him. Those hands in his hair felt amazing, and he gave himself over to the caresses without the slightest hesitation. Was it smart to trust someone like Schuldig? Probably not, but then, he'd never been all that intelligent in choosing who to trust. And anyway, he loved him, and that made all the difference.

"Good side? No. Nothing so simple, I'm afraid." He thought about that for a long time. "How could I be on a good side? I survive by taking the life force of others and making it my own. But once upon a time, when I was newly made, and Marius had much to teach me, the evil ones came and tried to kill my maker. I thought they had. They burned his villa, and my egg was in there. I thought it was lost."

His gaze stayed on the egg, though his head rested on his lover comfortably. He could sense the shape of Schuldig's thoughts, and it made him chuckle softly. "No, my love, you have the wrong idea about me. I look much more innocent than I am." He turned his head up so his lips could press against the redhead's neck affectionately, and with the slight trace of hunger that always accompanied such a gesture. How could he be so close to such rich, powerful blood, and not want it? But he kept it reined in, for now. As for the thought that Schuldig had cut off, Armand's eyes widened, and he smiled, but he didn't say anything about it. Not now.

"Of course, if you wish, you may brush it." The vampire's pale fingers reached out to touch Schuldig's bright hair, and he looked thoughtful. "But you must let me brush yours, as well. So very beautiful."