[ Armand blinks, mind making a sum of the year in a well ingrained reflex from the past decade and answer automatically. ]
The 4th of May 1963.
[ He's caught for a moment, mouth open around the year before he laughs at himself and shakes his head, almost looking sheepish - always eternally 22 in the mortal world for the sheer convenience of it. ]
...Or should I say to you at least, 1480. I could never remember the month or day so, Daniel...he chose for me.
[ After days of deliberation, poring over astrology charts and bandying around mortal thought and superstition on dates and temperaments, on personality. His eyes had lit up, finally, grinning 'You're stubborn as an Ox, of course you're a Taurus!' - it wasn't until years later that Armand discovered exactly why his fiendish beloved had chosen the 4th - still it makes him smile just thinking about it. Darling bastard. ]
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The 4th of May 1963.
[ He's caught for a moment, mouth open around the year before he laughs at himself and shakes his head, almost looking sheepish - always eternally 22 in the mortal world for the sheer convenience of it. ]
...Or should I say to you at least, 1480. I could never remember the month or day so, Daniel...he chose for me.
[ After days of deliberation, poring over astrology charts and bandying around mortal thought and superstition on dates and temperaments, on personality. His eyes had lit up, finally, grinning 'You're stubborn as an Ox, of course you're a Taurus!' - it wasn't until years later that Armand discovered exactly why his fiendish beloved had chosen the 4th - still it makes him smile just thinking about it. Darling bastard. ]