[ The gentle order quiets his sobs almost immediately, though Armand still hiccups quietly with the overflow of emotion, he's struck still and dumb by the press of Lestat's cool skin to his mouth. Thirst burns through him like a heated blade and he gasps, looking up at Lestat with large wet eyes, expression wondering and hesitant, but also hungry. He swallows thickly, mind struggling to catch up. Lestat is offering him that which he was denied - why? Why would he help Armand now? Surely it is the perfect moment to enact a revenge, to let him bleed here and suffer whatever consequences this awful place has in store for those that cannot actually expire at the hands of the shades.
His thoughts whirl, perception tilted. Hadn't Lestat spoken of love, brothers they would be, but this - this is far beyond that isn't it?
Still, his mouth itches with thirst, instincts screaming to bite, to feed and recover his strength in the face of his wounds, but the urge is beyond even that. The intimacy, connection to another being like himself - his greatest joy with his master, with his darling boy - such relief from the isolation and despair he feels, it's what finally pushes him to accept.
Wordlessly, Armand let's his hand fall away from Lestat's jacket, pressing those trembling fingers instead to the back of his larger hand - impossible to drop the bear in his arms - steadying it as he bites. Marble skin gives way to his sharp little fangs and he maintains eye contact - studying Lestat's expression, still searching for the lie, the untruth, even as blood pools into his mouth - only then letting his eyes slip closed as he gives a desperate little moan.
The blood, the blood - so much like his masters - ancient, electric, Akasha's influence still lingering, but under it all there's Lestat, darling Lestat. he draws on the wound, encouragingly, enough for a gulp, two, but it's already healing and Armand's brow pinches in despair, lapping at the wound before it's gone once more and he's looking up at Lestat, completely dazed. Mouth stained red. ]
Lestat, please--
[ Is he even allowed more? Had Lestat meant only this much, can he bite again? But oh, won't he hold him, won't he let Armand have his throat, a moment, just one more draught to ease the ache. It's a delirious train of thought, muddled by blood now as much as the physical pain he feels and he'll do anything for relief. ]
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His thoughts whirl, perception tilted. Hadn't Lestat spoken of love, brothers they would be, but this - this is far beyond that isn't it?
Still, his mouth itches with thirst, instincts screaming to bite, to feed and recover his strength in the face of his wounds, but the urge is beyond even that. The intimacy, connection to another being like himself - his greatest joy with his master, with his darling boy - such relief from the isolation and despair he feels, it's what finally pushes him to accept.
Wordlessly, Armand let's his hand fall away from Lestat's jacket, pressing those trembling fingers instead to the back of his larger hand - impossible to drop the bear in his arms - steadying it as he bites. Marble skin gives way to his sharp little fangs and he maintains eye contact - studying Lestat's expression, still searching for the lie, the untruth, even as blood pools into his mouth - only then letting his eyes slip closed as he gives a desperate little moan.
The blood, the blood - so much like his masters - ancient, electric, Akasha's influence still lingering, but under it all there's Lestat, darling Lestat. he draws on the wound, encouragingly, enough for a gulp, two, but it's already healing and Armand's brow pinches in despair, lapping at the wound before it's gone once more and he's looking up at Lestat, completely dazed. Mouth stained red. ]
Lestat, please--
[ Is he even allowed more? Had Lestat meant only this much, can he bite again? But oh, won't he hold him, won't he let Armand have his throat, a moment, just one more draught to ease the ache. It's a delirious train of thought, muddled by blood now as much as the physical pain he feels and he'll do anything for relief. ]