[ Honestly Armand is too tired to complain and is quite content to nestle his head against Lestat's shoulder as they leave this damned place. It's disturbing just how easy it is to leave - the shades obviously having done their grim work enough - and Armand accepts the letterman only for the fact that at least there's something at the end of all this. It's a pretty thing, he might even wear it, but he's more occupied and thankful for the chill air that greats them outside, taking a deep breath of it before settling again. ]
This way, toward the centre of the city.
[ They are already heading in the right direction and he dutifully navigates Lestat to the correct building and eventually the the right floor. The lock gives under his mind and the apartment inside is dimly lit by a lamp by the couch, Armand clearly having being caught out one last time by opening a door.
There's a half open door to a bedroom to their right, just beyond a large mirror and the rest of the space has seen an obvious overhaul in colour and decoration. As much as Armand has protested the passage of time, he's clearly been keeping busy and focusing on at least making this space what he's used to. ]
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This way, toward the centre of the city.
[ They are already heading in the right direction and he dutifully navigates Lestat to the correct building and eventually the the right floor. The lock gives under his mind and the apartment inside is dimly lit by a lamp by the couch, Armand clearly having being caught out one last time by opening a door.
There's a half open door to a bedroom to their right, just beyond a large mirror and the rest of the space has seen an obvious overhaul in colour and decoration. As much as Armand has protested the passage of time, he's clearly been keeping busy and focusing on at least making this space what he's used to. ]