"You died."
Over and over again, I hear this. I should know the truth, non? After all, what proof was there of my death? A letter written by Armand, telling Lestat it was so. Pardon, but Armand's word is not so great.
I never saw the letter. I was gone by then, and whether
@LoveWithABlade share. And Khayman."
A dark smudge of dirt was left on Armand's shirt from the grip of Nicolas hand. Looking down at himself, he realized just how dirty he really was and grunted softly. "May I use your shower?"
@LoveWithABlade anxious to see what kind of mess they make of me." In truth, he knew he should be glad to not have been written out of the script again.
He fidgeted slightly. "Lestat. For a short time he and I connected again. But his world is a busy one, and not something I can -
@LoveWithABlade softly, losing himself. Then he snaps out of it. "I saw some anime the other day. So much color...did you know they have little cartoons of us? The fans of Lestat? We're all famous now."
@LoveWithABlade "I've been a bit of a blood slut and drank of several elders." He pushes a hand through his long hair and shrugs, a bit embarrassed about it.
"But I haven't been in full sun to see just how much resistance I have. Maybe we should..." His mind wanders for a moment and he hums
@LoveWithABlade Mmm. I'm not sure what the bat mens verse is. No, I think I touched something. Or maybe I just imagined it. The nxt night it was gone...Humans call them hives, I think?
@LoveWithABlade "There are a few back there too. I had some extras and this seemed a little more romantic."
He stepped from the shadows, hair dark and wild like vines across his forehead, clothes dusty with the dirt he'd laid in.
"You are forever the beacon in my darkness."