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Armand (vagabond_child) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-10-31 11:09:00

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armand, complete, day 21, lestat de lioncourt

Day Twenty One
Who: Armand and Lestat
What: Time for the kidnapper to be rescued
When: Day 21, Early evening
Where: The mountains, where Lestat went to ground
Rating: At least R just cause it's Lestat and Armand.
Status Incomplete

Lestat hadn't come back this morning. This wasn't a big deal. Armand was busy basking in the glow that had come with nearly draining the Doctor and the alien boy Max, and in truth, he hadn't noticed until recently that the other vampire who shared this room wasn't around. It had been days though, he'd realized this evening as he'd come up out of the place where he hid from the daylight. The more he thought about it, the more alarmed he got. Lestat was a wanderer, true, but surely he would come home eventually?

Also, a couple of days ago, through the link that all vampires shared, at least those who had neither created nor been created by the other one, he'd sensed something. He had paid no attention to it at the time, being too drunk on the blood of the aliens, and the bonding that had happened, but now that he had mostly sobered up, he was worried. Yes, he could admit it. He really was fond of the Brat Prince, though he spent half his time trying to act like he wasn't.

Still, as he came out of hiding, he spend a couple of minutes preening in front of the mirror. His skin had become even more pearly white, luminescent, since drinking the powerful blood. He could feel that he was stronger, too, and he snarled playfully at his reflection in the mirror. Because he felt the urge to, he cut off most of his shoulder length hair, leaving it short, boyish, and tousled. Sure, it was a little vain to be worried about his appearance when he was also worried about the Vampire Lestat, but it was just how he was.

Finally, all was ready. It was early, yet, with the sun still casting reddish shadows into the darkening sky. A mark of how worried he was, that he had awoken so early. As he left the building, he opened his mind. The strength of his powers nearly exhilerated him, but for once, he focused. Blonde hair, rakish smile, blue eyes... the Brat Prince himself. Now that he was open to it, he got such a strong sense of him, and pain, that he had no trouble tracking him down. It was hard, though, to keep himself from getting really angry. Who had hurt his Lestat like this?

Finally, he reached the spot where the sense of Lestat was the strongest, and started digging. People called him an angel, and had since he was a mere mortal, and today he was living up to his name. He would rescue Lestat, though he wasn't too worried about the reasons for why. He wanted to, he cared for him. Those two things were enough.

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lestat_00
2008-11-17 09:02 pm UTC (link)

"How could I not come rescue Lestat de Lioncourt?" Lestat smiled when he heard Armand say his name so reverently. "And, anyway, what would a world without you be like? What would I do for entertainment? It would be a sad world. So boring..." Now the broken vampire chuckled, though it caused him to choke a bit, “Oh, my angel, you flatter me! I’m sure the world did just fine without me…well…maybe it was a bit more boring”, he teased.

Patting Armand’s chest, he rested his head again on the smaller vampire’s shoulder, “You know, Armand, you sound like you love me almost as much as I love me!”, he joked, to lighten the mood. Just after his joke, a spasm shot through him…the poisoned blood still tormented him…his body contracted. He tried to hold himself still and make no noise…it would be over soon and he didn’t want to cause his angel more trouble than he already had.

Lestat sighed audibly when they landed on the ground and started walking. “Ahhhhh, our sanctuary”, he purred, feeling they had crossed into their suite. He was beginning to feel content, but something was wrong…Armand was upset that he had refused to drink from him? He felt wild, passionate feeling coming from Armand, “Wha…guuuurg”…rich, thick blood poured down Lestat’s throat. His beloved angel was forcing him to drink…and this blood was heavy with power, mostly Armand’s own, but laced with that of others, strange blood, alien blood…powerful in it’s own way. His body fairly hummed as the blood distributed itself through his veins, overwhelming the poison, healing his damaged cells…he could feel himself knit back together, his legs, his ribs, he felt his skin recovering his body and his eyesight returned…it was a miracle! It should not have worked so fast! Maybe it was the mixture of bloods. Maybe it was something about one of the aliens, “MON DIEU, ARMAND!”, he exclaimed, “How is it I am healed so quickly?”. Lestat hugged Armand and gushed, “I love you, sweet child, and I will repay this kindness! You will see!!”

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vagabond_child
2008-11-18 06:04 pm UTC (link)

Armand sat comfortably on the floor, cradling the wounded vampire in his lap affectionately, like a child with a pet that had been hit by a car or something of the sort. "Certainly more boring..." He raised his free hand to tangle on Lestat's hair, knowing he would cause him pain, but only for a moment until his blood kicked in.

He waited, his bleeding wrist pressed to Lestat's mouth, feeling weak, dizzy, in a way he never did. The feeling started off quite minor, and he was still able to laugh and joke as he normally did. "Well, I suppose so. After all, you come second to myself in my own heart..." Or was it a joke? Armand wasn't sure. But it was all getting worse as more of his blood left the wound in his wrist and flowed into Lestat's mouth.

The alien boy Max, the Doctor, and his own 500 year old blood all worked together to make a potent mixture. As more of it flowed from his small body into Lestat's, he felt more dizzy, more ill. His hand that had been in Lestat's hair fell limply to the ground, but he kept his wrist there until he saw Lestat's eyes tracking his face, knew that he could see him. Then, he smiled weakly and let his wrist fall, as well. It healed quickly. "Just keep being yourself, my darling, and I will count it as payment enough."

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