[ Armand's eyes are on Louis, mouth pressed into a tight line, the neutrality of his expression breaking into something like confusion? Hope? Still gathering what moments he can remember before falling into exhaustion.
He'd heard them talking hadn't he? Felt...safe. Gentled. Loneliness stripped away for a breath taking moment. He'd been laid so utterly low and here these two were. Lestat had caught him and Louis - here at Lestat's behest perhaps - but still lingering close.
Armand's hand goes to his hair, touching the long curls, gaze gone distant. There had been fingers in his hair, he hadn't dreamt it, he'd felt the touch before the pull of dawn, before any spill of dreams through his mind. His vision slowly floods with pink, the same hot feeling touching his face and shoulders, though there's barely enough blood in him to make it visible.
He swallows, the click of his throat audible in the quiet and avoids Lestat's curious look as he completes the motion, tucks hair behind his ear and ducks his chin. ]
I see. [ A pause. ] I-- I should find my clothes..
[ Being naked is one extra layer of vulnerability he can't abide at the moment, not in the face of Lestat's sympathetic regard and Louis' gentle repose, so Armand turns to the vanity and pulls clothes from the drawers. He's shaking, unsteady on his feet still, but the room is small, the bathroom only a handful of steps away and he's fleeing into the tiled room as quickly as he can - though pauses at the last moment.
He's peeking out from behind the door, mostly covered by it, but still clutching the blanket and the clothing to his chest as he finally meets Lestat's eyes with the tentative, open vulnerability of his own. His fellow vampires could have left him to his fate at any moment in the past 24 hours...but they didn't. They had every reason to, every opportunity, but here they are.
The words are quiet, would be inaudible to a mortal, but are clear to their sensitive hearing in the quiet. ]
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He'd heard them talking hadn't he? Felt...safe. Gentled. Loneliness stripped away for a breath taking moment. He'd been laid so utterly low and here these two were. Lestat had caught him and Louis - here at Lestat's behest perhaps - but still lingering close.
Armand's hand goes to his hair, touching the long curls, gaze gone distant. There had been fingers in his hair, he hadn't dreamt it, he'd felt the touch before the pull of dawn, before any spill of dreams through his mind. His vision slowly floods with pink, the same hot feeling touching his face and shoulders, though there's barely enough blood in him to make it visible.
He swallows, the click of his throat audible in the quiet and avoids Lestat's curious look as he completes the motion, tucks hair behind his ear and ducks his chin. ]
I see. [ A pause. ] I-- I should find my clothes..
[ Being naked is one extra layer of vulnerability he can't abide at the moment, not in the face of Lestat's sympathetic regard and Louis' gentle repose, so Armand turns to the vanity and pulls clothes from the drawers. He's shaking, unsteady on his feet still, but the room is small, the bathroom only a handful of steps away and he's fleeing into the tiled room as quickly as he can - though pauses at the last moment.
He's peeking out from behind the door, mostly covered by it, but still clutching the blanket and the clothing to his chest as he finally meets Lestat's eyes with the tentative, open vulnerability of his own. His fellow vampires could have left him to his fate at any moment in the past 24 hours...but they didn't. They had every reason to, every opportunity, but here they are.
The words are quiet, would be inaudible to a mortal, but are clear to their sensitive hearing in the quiet. ]
...Lestat? Thank you.
[ The door clicks shut. ]