[ The mind is entirely willing, in fact would rather bury all thought in action, in sensation and not face the ruin and sore feeling that awaits with clarity, but Lestat's tightening hold reminds Armand of exactly what he's been through. He echo's Lestat's hiss of pain but from an entirely different source and he has to rest his head against the broad shoulder in front of him for a moment, to catch his breath. The blood has worked a small miracle, but that doesn't change the fact that Armand has been mostly underfed for the past few days and sustained a terrible injury. He's running on a deficit and only the blood and his own desires are holding the realities of that at bay. He kisses the skin under his mouth in apology, turning his face to kiss Lestat's cheek and look at him properly, the look of discomfort clear on his face. ]
Lestat..I do not wish to push you away...
[ 'but my strength is fading' is passed between their minds, something vulnerable he can't admit out loud. He doesn't mention the pain either, though it's probably clear without saying it. ]
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The blood has worked a small miracle, but that doesn't change the fact that Armand has been mostly underfed for the past few days and sustained a terrible injury. He's running on a deficit and only the blood and his own desires are holding the realities of that at bay.
He kisses the skin under his mouth in apology, turning his face to kiss Lestat's cheek and look at him properly, the look of discomfort clear on his face. ]
Lestat..I do not wish to push you away...
[ 'but my strength is fading' is passed between their minds, something vulnerable he can't admit out loud. He doesn't mention the pain either, though it's probably clear without saying it. ]