[ The overwhelming and bitter loneliness in Armand's blood calls out to Lestat in much the same way as the hopeless romance in it does. Every iota of him, every molecule, every drop of life in the blood that fills his mouth and floods through his body in repetitive rolls of sensation brings them closer, makes their pain and their pleasure one, the golden circuit of the blood so hot it seems to fuse them together like this.
And then Armand draws back, the pressure shifting but not releasing entirely, but some clarity returning to him as his focus moves to the bite and away from being bitten.
How long he stays like that is anyone's guess; a few minutes, an hour, a day... Time slows to syrup as Lestat drinks in languid gulps, savouring the taste with every tense of his muscles, every pulse of Armand's heart against his body. When he finally draws back, it's only because he can't suffocate the urge to pet Armand's hair like he'd seen those pale mortal hands do, brush his curls from his forehead and cup his cheek with his larger hand, hold him. Just hold him.
He does exactly that, and brings their lips together in a bloodstained press of mouths, there and then gone, but full of meaning. Perhaps it's thanks, or perhaps it's simply because he wanted to do it. ]
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And then Armand draws back, the pressure shifting but not releasing entirely, but some clarity returning to him as his focus moves to the bite and away from being bitten.
How long he stays like that is anyone's guess; a few minutes, an hour, a day... Time slows to syrup as Lestat drinks in languid gulps, savouring the taste with every tense of his muscles, every pulse of Armand's heart against his body. When he finally draws back, it's only because he can't suffocate the urge to pet Armand's hair like he'd seen those pale mortal hands do, brush his curls from his forehead and cup his cheek with his larger hand, hold him. Just hold him.
He does exactly that, and brings their lips together in a bloodstained press of mouths, there and then gone, but full of meaning. Perhaps it's thanks, or perhaps it's simply because he wanted to do it. ]