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Armand (vagabond_child) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-09-09 10:28:00

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armand, complete, day 14, lestat de lioncourt

Day Fourteen
Who: Armand and Lestat
Where: Their room
When: Close to midnight
What: Armand finds his brand new room, and gets a surprise
Rating? It went NC-17 for rememberances of sexual activity (Lestat and Faith). Glad I didn't check this at work!
Status? Complete

It was late now. The sun had gone down hours ago. He'd met with the girl Toph, and she had all too easy to read. For some reason, almost getting killed tends to make vampires stronger. It had been the same with him. All his gifts were there, and stronger than ever. He could hear the constant drone in the back of his head that were the thoughts of mortals. Of course, he didn't focus on it. It would drive him quite insane to do that. He just let it be, and as always, scanned only for those who might mean him harm.

Over the course of the night, he'd gotten his key, and directions to his room. His room. How arrogant was this Planet that it would think to kidnap him, to take him away from his very death, and place him in a room. Like he was a child again for real, instead of just in appearance, and the Planet was a firm parent who was telling him what was best to him. If he thought about it much more, he might slam the walls with his fists. This might make him feel better, but really, what would it accomplish?

He wandered through the halls, searching for this room. He had no idea what to expect. How humiliating to be assigned to a room like this. But he didn't have a whole let else to do, and finding this room before sunrise was better than trying to dig into the dirt to escape the sun. He'd had enough of being burned. His body was still recovering from the last time he'd done it. The blackness was mostly gone, but he was dark still. Like he was a mortal with a dark suntan.

Instinctively, he shielded his thoughts. It wasn't something he thought about anymore. Even one of the Ancient Ones would have a hard time reading his thoughts when he didn't want them to. Only when he was surprised, or if someone was very strong, could he be read without his permission. So, silently, he walked down the hallway. The first indication that he was there, the first small sounds he made, were when he inserted the key into the lock and started to turn it. He wondered what his room, the room he'd been sent to, like a child, would look like.

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vagabond_child
2008-09-10 11:12 pm UTC (link)

Suddenly, all his mental shields were back in place. It couldn't possibly have lasted much longer than it did, and the only reason he'd even been put off guard for as long as he had was because of the sun. It did things to a person, even a vampire, nearly dying. But he was back to normal now, mostly. And his defenses against the mind-reading gift were strong. Which was a good thing, really, because seeing Lestat was making him feel all sorts of things.

"I was told it was my room, the girl told me... did I come to the wrong place?" He glanced down at his key, which was engraved with the room number. Shrugging, the action still somewhat painful, he set it down on a table. "And you're hardly one to lecture about manners. I hope you see the irony here."

He laughed softly as he felt the cool fingers on his cheeks. Cool, but not cold. Lestat had not been starving. In fact, he looked as healthy as Armand had ever seen him, and that was saying something. When Lestat made the offer, he didn't hesitate long before accepting it. His body was still healing. It would take time, and he still moved a bit stiffly, sore. Carefully, he settled himself down next to the other vampire, his eyes focused right on him. It wasn't likely that he'd want to look away anytime soon.

"It figures." The words just burst out of him. "It figures that we should all be so worried for you, your own mother should go down into hell looking for you, and I would go into the sun because of what she found. I should be so angry with you, I should blame you..."

Suddenly, impulsively, the little boy once more, he flung himself at Lestat and wrapped his arms around him in a tight hug. It hurt Armand, of course, but he didn't care. This was Lestat, and he was here, and while he was still just as much of a mystery as ever to the auburn-haired vampire, what was more important was that he was with him.

He scanned the room, and shrugged. It didn't matter all that much to him, not really. He hadn't exactly spent a whole lot of time in that particular house, he had barely known Claudia, really. It held no memories, good or otherwise, for him. But the setting appealed to him, actually.

"I have lived in worse places, you might remember." He kept his arms around the other vampire. He should probably let go. And he would. In just a minute. "All in all, I like it. I have no complaints. But what makes you so sure this isn't a mistake? Maybe I just got the wrong room key. Or I could go complain to...." he frowned. "Whoever it is that I would complain to. I'm still not clear on everything. But surely I could get my own room, you don't have to share."

Not that he really wanted that, if he was honest. He'd never lied to himself about the fact that he'd always been powerfully attracted to Lestat, drawn to him. He'd always wanted his companionship, his love, and he was more that a little surprised that, now that he'd gotten the opportunity, he would try to give it up.

"Of course I'm thirsy... I almost died." He blinked, and then a soft, but infinitely amused smile crossed his face. He shook his head slightly. "This Mirage supplies us with blood, even? Does that mean we don't hunt? I'm not going to stop."

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