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Aug. 7th, 2024 07:05 pmArmand is adjusting fantastically to his new life.
By day, he befriends the many denizens of the city. He paints himself as Armand, not Rashid, but an artist who has found himself stuck in Darrow. He has a predilection for wonderful nails and has fascinating eyes. In the daylight, he can hide away from the ghosts of his past, but oh, during the night, he does not let them haunt him. He will actively chase his ghosts and keep track of them.
He stays at arm's length, shielding his mind as best as he can, but not entirely. He allows breadcrumbs to fall, a whisper to Louis, Lestat, to Daniel -- come find me, please want to find me, I'm right here, I'm right here.
It is the mind that he can never read that he seeks out. His cowardice steers him away from contact for two weeks, but a night that begins following one of the others inevitably ends in following Daniel. What he did to Daniel remains repulsive, and yet, there still remains a thread inside Armand that whispers relief. He will not die of his disease, he will live forever, this man who saw through Armand in a way that no one else ever has – a true companion if only he faced…
No. There can be none of those thoughts. Armand does not deserve this (yet).
Every night, he finds him. His beautiful boy. His undead masterpiece. The only one Armand has ever turned. So tonight, he follows him again, winding through Darrow as if they're in their own personal labyrinth and Armand is the minotaur, careful to make sure Theseus will never find him, but that his own personal Theseus remains unharmed.
By day, he befriends the many denizens of the city. He paints himself as Armand, not Rashid, but an artist who has found himself stuck in Darrow. He has a predilection for wonderful nails and has fascinating eyes. In the daylight, he can hide away from the ghosts of his past, but oh, during the night, he does not let them haunt him. He will actively chase his ghosts and keep track of them.
He stays at arm's length, shielding his mind as best as he can, but not entirely. He allows breadcrumbs to fall, a whisper to Louis, Lestat, to Daniel -- come find me, please want to find me, I'm right here, I'm right here.
It is the mind that he can never read that he seeks out. His cowardice steers him away from contact for two weeks, but a night that begins following one of the others inevitably ends in following Daniel. What he did to Daniel remains repulsive, and yet, there still remains a thread inside Armand that whispers relief. He will not die of his disease, he will live forever, this man who saw through Armand in a way that no one else ever has – a true companion if only he faced…
No. There can be none of those thoughts. Armand does not deserve this (yet).
Every night, he finds him. His beautiful boy. His undead masterpiece. The only one Armand has ever turned. So tonight, he follows him again, winding through Darrow as if they're in their own personal labyrinth and Armand is the minotaur, careful to make sure Theseus will never find him, but that his own personal Theseus remains unharmed.
