[ Armand keeps his gaze on their surroundings, trying not to let the absolute horror that shoots through him at the innocent question, show on his face. May, by the calendar here, is over six months away and the mere thought of being here for that amount of time fills Armand with cool dread. He clutches his hands together tightly behind his back, glancing at Louis with that same smile and shrugs. ]
After so many, it seems a little ridiculous don't you think?
[ It's an evasion. The cult allowed no such vanity and he'd had no recollection of a date to honour in the first place - it had made the first few with Daniel...difficult. Armand had shunned the idea, while at the same time, doting on his lover every October. It took time for him to relent - it meant something to mortals, to Daniel - and the past few years have been little intimate days, often just them or with whatever mortal friends they had made.
Now, it's an altogether dreadful mark of the passage of time - six months? The mere concept makes him feel ill. ]
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After so many, it seems a little ridiculous don't you think?
[ It's an evasion. The cult allowed no such vanity and he'd had no recollection of a date to honour in the first place - it had made the first few with Daniel...difficult. Armand had shunned the idea, while at the same time, doting on his lover every October. It took time for him to relent - it meant something to mortals, to Daniel - and the past few years have been little intimate days, often just them or with whatever mortal friends they had made.
Now, it's an altogether dreadful mark of the passage of time - six months? The mere concept makes him feel ill. ]