[ The flush becomes very obvious at that, the pleasure of the approval, of any truly positive acknowledgement from Louis, sinking it's claws into him. Armand hadn't really been thinking when he'd made the thing - a tentative project to occupy himself - finally at a loss for distraction or companionship after weeks of flitting around, something to pour his despair at the loss of the faire ground into he supposes.
Mostly it was an attempt to right a fundamental wrong in his world view - Louis without a book in his lap, has gnawed at him the same way as the lack of churches or places to worship in this place has - it feels unnatural. Though he's a long way off giving into the urge to construct or paint something of a small chapel, this he could do with his own two hands and not flinch at the idea.
Acts of service, acts of devotion, the silent language that his feelings manifest the most in... Ah. He's rather made somewhat of a lovesick fool of himself again without even meaning to this time. Still, it is done, the wrong corrected, no matter the further outcome.
He tucks a stray curl behind his ear, expression unsure, there's something of a smile and a frown at the same time as he looks at Louis, an incongruence he can't control. ]
A few nights - please just enjoy your poetry, Louis...I know you have missed it keenly.
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Mostly it was an attempt to right a fundamental wrong in his world view - Louis without a book in his lap, has gnawed at him the same way as the lack of churches or places to worship in this place has - it feels unnatural. Though he's a long way off giving into the urge to construct or paint something of a small chapel, this he could do with his own two hands and not flinch at the idea.
Acts of service, acts of devotion, the silent language that his feelings manifest the most in... Ah. He's rather made somewhat of a lovesick fool of himself again without even meaning to this time. Still, it is done, the wrong corrected, no matter the further outcome.
He tucks a stray curl behind his ear, expression unsure, there's something of a smile and a frown at the same time as he looks at Louis, an incongruence he can't control. ]
A few nights - please just enjoy your poetry, Louis...I know you have missed it keenly.