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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
2008-11-25 11:24 am UTC (link)

His own burned, shattered body seemed to be a thing of the distant past as he watched Armand replenish himself from the packets of blood. His concern was only for the boyish, angelic vampire with the fiery hair…he reached out and touched that hair, so soft and silken to the touch. Lestat smiled, Armand had cut his hair into a short, stylish cut…it suited him. Color and warmth flowed back into his angel’s cheeks and he could not help but brush his fingertips across one, “Mon chere, is it possible that you get more beautiful as time passes?”.

Lestat felt quite strange and out of sorts. He, for the briefest of moments, had known concern only for another and forgotten himself completely…completely! Gratitude…it must be gratitude for Armand saving my life!, he reasoned, not wanting to think he had actually had a genuine selfless feeling. He looked at Armand and smiled…they were alike…they were vampires…true vampires.

"Who knows what will happen next. Maybe your Riddick and his precious Lord will be after me...". These words broke Lestat from his reverie. Knitting his brows, the blond vampire, growled, “Those pathetic oafs shall not dare touch one precious hair on your head, Armand! The only reason their attack was successful was because I was poisoned by the star’s blood and they attacked me from behind”, he grasped Armand’s shoulder, “Do not fear men who would attack a crippled enemy from behind”. His eyes gleamed and his smile grew wicked, “Oh how they will pay”.

When Armand pulled a strip of his silk shirt away from his body, Lestat paused and remained motionless, wondering where this may lead and worried that he may break the spell. Then his beautiful angel said, We really should get you out of these burned things..., and started running his hands over Lestat’s chest. The Brat Prince purred deeply like a jungle cat, caressing Armand’s perfect porcelain face and slender neck. “You’ve had quite a trying day yourself, dear heart”, he unbuttoned the top two buttons of Armand’s shirt and slid his hand inside to lightly fondle his smooth, lightly muscled chest, “Perhaps a nice hot shower would be nice for both of us?”.

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vagabond_child
2008-11-25 05:37 pm UTC (link)

Being a fairly vain creature, he knew that he was attractive. It had gotten him through his life very well, up until the point that he'd been poisoned by the jealous lover that he'd spurned. It was undoubtedly what had drawn Marius to him in the first place, and it had certainly been part of what had made the older blonde vampire make him in the first place. Still, coming from Lestat, the words seemed to have a bit more weight behind them, and he found himself foolishly delighted. "Oh, but we are both beautiful devils, you know..." He tilted his head to the side and allowed Lestat to caress his cheek, making soft noises of contentment the entire time.

Armand's fingers, after clearing away the remains of the suit, moved up to run through Lestat's beautifully soft blond hair. It was so strange with them, he thought. They were fighting, competing, and then Armand had risked everything to save Lestat's life. Why on earth would he have done something like that? But it was what it was, and he hadn't thought about it much at the time. No real reason to start now.

The way Lestat spoke, though, with so much passion, send an unfamiliar little thrill through Armand's body. He flung himself and the newly-rejuvanated vampire and wrapped his arms around him, clinging tightly to his chill flesh. For awhile, he couldn't say anything, just hold onto him. Then, he raised his head and looked up at him with shining eyes. "You don't need to worry. If anything, the idiots should worry about me. And the two of us together, well, they should probably be quite worried. I hope they enjoy pain, and a great deal of it."

Lestat really was making the most interesting noises, and Armand found himself quite enthralled. His slender, short body swayed with pleasure as the blond vampire touched him. That idea of his sounded quite good, and he was starting to wonder just where it would go. It shouldn't be a secret to Lestat that Armand found him very attractive. "I think we should, as they say in modern times, make this happen."

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