[ Armand's body jerks under the bite, his lashes flutter against his cheeks and he whines softly against the smooth skin under his mouth. It's...well it's everything. The connection, the intimacy, everything he's been missing, everything he's craved, with his sweet boy...with Lestat. Dear god, it's perfect.
The visions come unbidden as they always do and Armand tries not to fight it, tries not to flinch away. He knows that there's probably too much of him on show for Lestat - always the worry with this - but what's visible now, is love.
What else could be pulled from him in response to Lestat's fear and vulnerability? Wanting to gentle him as much as Armand does?
It's the mortal years in Daniel's arms, it's the fights but also the laughter, the safety, the understanding, the acceptance. Armand found a home in a boy, in flesh and blood and made him eternal and it's them both wound tight in one coffin, hunting together, training Daniel's mind, simple mortal intimacies and then this - the blood, the bite - sharing each other every night before Armand woke up in that accursed station.
It's everything Armand is now, but it's also his deep love for Lestat, his unflinching need to be at that concert, to be by his side no matter what happened, no matter how frightened he was or how protective he was of Daniel.
He shudders at being so bare, so open to Lestat's regard, but still he drinks, is consumed in return and lets the perfection of it sooth his frayed nerves and the deep wrought physical wounds marring his body. ]
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The visions come unbidden as they always do and Armand tries not to fight it, tries not to flinch away. He knows that there's probably too much of him on show for Lestat - always the worry with this - but what's visible now, is love.
What else could be pulled from him in response to Lestat's fear and vulnerability? Wanting to gentle him as much as Armand does?
It's the mortal years in Daniel's arms, it's the fights but also the laughter, the safety, the understanding, the acceptance. Armand found a home in a boy, in flesh and blood and made him eternal and it's them both wound tight in one coffin, hunting together, training Daniel's mind, simple mortal intimacies and then this - the blood, the bite - sharing each other every night before Armand woke up in that accursed station.
It's everything Armand is now, but it's also his deep love for Lestat, his unflinching need to be at that concert, to be by his side no matter what happened, no matter how frightened he was or how protective he was of Daniel.
He shudders at being so bare, so open to Lestat's regard, but still he drinks, is consumed in return and lets the perfection of it sooth his frayed nerves and the deep wrought physical wounds marring his body. ]