@luxsatis Her retreat is over with him, and so he stopped. Gaze unwavering, his voice dropping... softer.
"You dug up more than purity. You don't forget my presence."
An inclination of his head, his eyes squinting slightly.
"Will you run again, Celine?"
@mauditalbatros https://t.co/1axCPPrVib I want your brain, like the concept of being able to do that.. even typing, my brain speeds a million miles a minute so the keyboard brain thing would fail to keep up tbf.
Oh please she's so cool!! In awe of what I've seen so far.
@mauditalbatros https://t.co/1axCPPrVib You're so real for your post moot. I'm over here on the pen tryna decide when the replies will write themselves ..
The feels logging on as Armand are profound & heavy asffff.
— comes forward, he has to comply.
"I was enslaved," is all he admitted for now, a half-truth just like her own.
The smile is gone, replaced with a somber sadness behind those red eyes. That and bottomless rage. Rage that painted his vision momentarily.
Two beings that understood the war within amongst themselves in a final meeting after long years was unexpected.
When they had met, it was under different circumstance. They were different people, too.
He could read the way she enforced her composure, because he mirrored her.
— seemed so… Trivial.
“After—…” She started. Stopped. A breath taken, forcing that confidence back into her voice.
“Not long after I got back to Bulgaria.” That was the answer she settled on— Not the complete truth. But enough of it.
“What happened, Armand?”
— that fled from her home and family, that shared nights with him, and fond times.
Rare was it that he could recall a time of fondness, when his history was blurred of traumas.
Her honesty is singular, that much he knows. She survived like him, so when her inquiry ﹠
He wished to know how she still existed, but the when was more important. This bar space would likely hold them past business hours, now after this rarest of encounters.
Katherine appeared so young now, the dark gift must've been given to her after they had met, right?
— ◞ᝰ — There's nothing like it, the composure she reloads into herself is watched. Armand takes in all of it.
He's wondered for five centuries, and now... He's in action despite his blurry past.
"Alive. You're alive." He actually smiles, all bright and teeth.
— feigned arrogance drawing a smile on her lips. Her mind forcefully snapping shut doors that held back memories too painful to remember.
Hazel eyes sizing the man up— The slightest flicker in her eyes betraying her.
“Armand… You’re alive.”
Armand rarely circled one unless they were fascinating. Isn't that the word Louis used—
"When?" His head tilted with his question, and he's not bothering to check on the witch Katherine threw back against the wall case.
That stare and smile is trapped on her.