[ louis watches armand with a comfortable awareness and understanding - enjoying the little tip of the vampire's head, the subtle changes that speak volumes. it makes louis' lips tug into a little smile. it falters when armand moves, hand sliding from his waist (and leaving fire in its wake), eyes following each of his movements.
the pierce of the tender skin of his thumb makes him gasp faintly, a low hum between his lips as he steps a little closer, enough that their bodies brush. armand is beautiful in all ways - ethereal - and he's been unable to take his mind off the gentle dip of his throat, the elegant slope of wrists, the sumptuous curve of his thighs to his delicate ankles - all draped in gold.
his free fingers curl around armand's jaw, soft but the faint points of his nails pressing against his skin, his stomach roiling with heat, his eyes fixed on armand's, affectionate and hazy from the blood sharing. ]
They hardly understand their own present day troubles, let alone the past. Not sure much of it was. But this isn't Heaven, this isn't purgatory, and definitely not hell. Whatever it is, they know what they're doing.
They're trying to catch us off guard.
[ another hum, feeling the way his blood rushes through him, the way armand's mouth works over his thumb. ]
Or distract us. If that was their intent, they're doing a good job. [ louis' thumb presses softly, smearing a little of the blood across armand's rouged lips. ]
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the pierce of the tender skin of his thumb makes him gasp faintly, a low hum between his lips as he steps a little closer, enough that their bodies brush. armand is beautiful in all ways - ethereal - and he's been unable to take his mind off the gentle dip of his throat, the elegant slope of wrists, the sumptuous curve of his thighs to his delicate ankles - all draped in gold.
his free fingers curl around armand's jaw, soft but the faint points of his nails pressing against his skin, his stomach roiling with heat, his eyes fixed on armand's, affectionate and hazy from the blood sharing. ]
They hardly understand their own present day troubles, let alone the past. Not sure much of it was. But this isn't Heaven, this isn't purgatory, and definitely not hell. Whatever it is, they know what they're doing.
They're trying to catch us off guard.
[ another hum, feeling the way his blood rushes through him, the way armand's mouth works over his thumb. ]
Or distract us. If that was their intent, they're doing a good job. [ louis' thumb presses softly, smearing a little of the blood across armand's rouged lips. ]