[ Armand feels them both settle at his back, the heat of them, hot on the heels of his desire to be exactly here in a more literal sense. It brings a sheen to his eyes that he has the blink away immediately and forces himself to think elsewhere, anywhere - the last time he took a photo? He's posed for many over the years and plenty of paintings before that - knows exactly how to stand, to tilt his head - summons up the phantom touch of a large hand to his face, like that, just so and breathes out.
He can practically see how they'll look together - Blue, Gold, Green - thinks of the swirl of time that has brought the three of them, these clothes, this technology together, to offer them something that would have been impossible. It's the kind of juxtaposition that would have Daniel crowing with glee, snapping away for hours if they'd let him, just for the pure novelty of it.
It's enough to let the expressionless cast of his face slip - even just for himself - not the beguiling innocence of the youth his master loved to paint, but an open expression. Fond, still a little flushed, the carefully vague smile of a Vampire hiding his fangs - Armand.
The camera flashes as Lestat depresses the trigger and he can't tell the expressions of his companions, but there's lasting tension there, tension he doesn't want committed to celluloid. He rocks his weight back the smallest amount, as if startled by the flash, the barest press of his shoulder against Louis' arm and the ghost of his knuckles against the back of Lestat's hand. ]
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He's posed for many over the years and plenty of paintings before that - knows exactly how to stand, to tilt his head - summons up the phantom touch of a large hand to his face, like that, just so and breathes out.
He can practically see how they'll look together - Blue, Gold, Green - thinks of the swirl of time that has brought the three of them, these clothes, this technology together, to offer them something that would have been impossible. It's the kind of juxtaposition that would have Daniel crowing with glee, snapping away for hours if they'd let him, just for the pure novelty of it.
It's enough to let the expressionless cast of his face slip - even just for himself - not the beguiling innocence of the youth his master loved to paint, but an open expression. Fond, still a little flushed, the carefully vague smile of a Vampire hiding his fangs - Armand.
The camera flashes as Lestat depresses the trigger and he can't tell the expressions of his companions, but there's lasting tension there, tension he doesn't want committed to celluloid. He rocks his weight back the smallest amount, as if startled by the flash, the barest press of his shoulder against Louis' arm and the ghost of his knuckles against the back of Lestat's hand. ]
Take another one, won't you?