InsaneJournal

Tweak says, "HE WAS LICKING ME!"

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

Entry tags:

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.

(Read comments) - (Post a new comment)

vagabond_child
2008-09-11 01:05 pm UTC (link)

He rested his head on the vampire's shoulder, calm now. These little surges of temper never lasted too long with him, and it was just too nice to hold Lestat close to him. Somewhere along the line, he'd given up on him. And without Lestat, the world hadn't seemed quite the same. Something was right now, in a way it hadn't been before. And Lestat, miraculously, was holding him back, murmuring softly to him. He found himself laughing again, and wondered idly if the sun had driven him quite insane. It didn't seem impossible.

"I remember your lectures well enough, I don't need a reminder. As for why I went into the sun, well, I told you that already, didn't I? I went because of you, indirectly."

There was a lot to explain, and Armand was awful with words. So he just pulled back slightly, leaving his hands on the powerful vampire's shoulders, and gazed into his eyes. There was too much to say. How could he get into words everything that had happened? And Lestat wanted to know about his mother, well, Armand could definately help with that. This time, when his mind opened, it was done on purpose. Just as he had all those years ago in Paris, he allowed Lestat into his thoughts.

Lestat was gone, and Gabrielle became more and more unstable. The unemotional woman with the face of an angel seemed to actually react to something, to the disappearance of her son. And the next thing Armand knew, she had been invited down to hell. He begged her not to go, as did Marius, but she, stubborn as her son, had gone. And she'd come back with the True Icon, the Veronica. When Armand had seen it, he'd known he couldn't exist in a world with so much holiness. So he went into the morning sun, allowed it to take him. His sacrifice.

It was just a series of images telling a story, strongly interlaced with Armand's feelings, his emotions. The drive toward holiness, sanctity, that had made him step out into the sun and attempt to give his life. When it was over, he drew back from the other vampire, both in his mind and physically. Though he left one hand companionably on Lestat's shoulder. In a very real way, he needed to be sure that the blond vampire was there finally.

"So you see, my darling, if you hadn't left, Gabrielle wouldn't have gone into Hell to find you. And she wouldn't have found, instead, the object that was the one thing that could drive me into the sun. God didn't want me, and neither did Satan, so here I am."

His burnt, slender, small fingers moved along the vampire's shoulder, feeling the muscles beneath, and gradually worked along to his shoulder-length hair. Soft, just as soft as it looked. He felt the urge to thrust his fingers into those locks, tangle them there, but restrained himself to a more light touch. It still felt good.

"Ah, must you remind me of such things? The Theatre, I cannot be sad that our Louis burned such a sad part of my life down. Better to be in New Orleans, am I right? And Les Innocents" He shuddered elaborately. "I'm not the same creature I was then. I hope you know this." He sighed softly, his fingers still in Lestat's hair while the blond vampire rubbed his back gently. It hurt. Everything did. But the pain, compared to the pleasure of the affection, more than made up for it.

"I will stay, then. I didn't really want to go." He expected thet Lestat knew this, though, but he said it anyway. "I've released you now, my beautiful one. Although if I were you, I would be prepared for such treatment again. I still haven't gotten over seeing you. And yes, there's no need to warn me. The girl, Toph, showed me the plaque. I won't kill. Although, I will admit to being curious. What do you suppose happens if we do?"

(Reply to this) (Parent)

(Read comments) -