[ Armand is aware of Lestat moving around, but it’s a hazy, dream like feeling. No one’s occupied this space with any sort of meaning or amount of time since he arrived here and it fills him with such a feeling of comfort that he’s a mind to weep. Tears gather at his lash line, but he’s geuninely too tired to follow through, choosing instead to curl tighter around the bear and blanket it his arms and imagine he can still smell Daniel’s cologne clinging to the soft little creature.
The eventual feeling of Lestat’s hand in his hair, comes from as if from far away and there’s a disorientating moment where the feeling is overlayed with a heavier hand, a different accent ’Sleep, Amadeo. Sleep…’ and he sighs wistfully, turning into the body next to his and closer to the touch of that hand. ]
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The eventual feeling of Lestat’s hand in his hair, comes from as if from far away and there’s a disorientating moment where the feeling is overlayed with a heavier hand, a different accent ’Sleep, Amadeo. Sleep…’ and he sighs wistfully, turning into the body next to his and closer to the touch of that hand. ]