[ He makes some desperate, small noise in the back of his throat, arching up into Lestat's embrace, relief stealing into him at being met halfway, at not being held back. There's flashes of thought, the mind gift elusive in his distress and Armand burns with the shame of it, the shame of revealing so much, of Lestat seeing this hungry need in him. He's a mess of feelings, perhaps unrecognisable from the stone faced creature he so often presents as, but that hurt, lonely part of him doesn't care, intent on being soothed for as long as he's not shoved away. Lestat will no doubt be kind about it, sweet from the swoon, from the warm embrace of a willing body, but this moment isn't infinite - an anomaly in their timeline at best - and they will part and Armand will not know this again.
Or that's what his frenzied mind whispers, poisonous, vital, because Armand drowns everyone he touches - he knows no other way - and Lestat is so full of light... A light that shines so much brighter at Louis' side. Still though, he clings, kisses, feels tears touch his ruined cheeks again and imagines he can catch this moment up like lightning in a bottle, to keep for the months ahead. ]
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He's a mess of feelings, perhaps unrecognisable from the stone faced creature he so often presents as, but that hurt, lonely part of him doesn't care, intent on being soothed for as long as he's not shoved away. Lestat will no doubt be kind about it, sweet from the swoon, from the warm embrace of a willing body, but this moment isn't infinite - an anomaly in their timeline at best - and they will part and Armand will not know this again.
Or that's what his frenzied mind whispers, poisonous, vital, because Armand drowns everyone he touches - he knows no other way - and Lestat is so full of light... A light that shines so much brighter at Louis' side. Still though, he clings, kisses, feels tears touch his ruined cheeks again and imagines he can catch this moment up like lightning in a bottle, to keep for the months ahead. ]