[ It had been easy to fall into a routine with Daniel and Louis. Where Armand might have otherwise let himself drift into the timeless rhythm of an elder vampire, his days and nights had instead been bracketed by their needs, hunting and sleeping and waking again, a natural extension of their schedule in Dubai. He'd enjoyed having things to do, meals to to plan, interview sessions to attend. Now, with Daniel gone and Louis spending his time with Lestat, he finds himself, for the first time in a long time, having to occupy his hours.
He wanders through the manor, observing the efforts to put it to rights, watching the moon rise through broken windows and thinking about his new life -- his new undeath. As an ancient, he hadn't expected to die again for a long time, not until he was ready. Experiencing it again has rattled something deep within him, shaking his foundations. There's a stillness in his body and soul that feels like a pause rather than a healing, like he's waiting to see what will happen if it all comes crashing down. It's unsettling, all the more when he has to admit to himself that he doesn't know what to do about it.
After a little while, he finds himself walking in a certain direction, seeking out a heart and mind he knows will welcome him. She's lost and broken, like him. He knows she'll be mourning those have been missing from breakfast and dinner, the same people he's missing in his quest for meaning. Lucifer and Matt might have been able to offer him answers, or at least advice. They can share that, too.
Armand doesn't so much enter her room as appear within it, lingering for a moment in a shadowy corner to make sure she's alone in the bed before he approaches. He circles around, then climbs up carefully to kneel on the blankets by her feet, reaching out an echo of thought to touch her sleeping mind. ]
for Lauralae
He wanders through the manor, observing the efforts to put it to rights, watching the moon rise through broken windows and thinking about his new life -- his new undeath. As an ancient, he hadn't expected to die again for a long time, not until he was ready. Experiencing it again has rattled something deep within him, shaking his foundations. There's a stillness in his body and soul that feels like a pause rather than a healing, like he's waiting to see what will happen if it all comes crashing down. It's unsettling, all the more when he has to admit to himself that he doesn't know what to do about it.
After a little while, he finds himself walking in a certain direction, seeking out a heart and mind he knows will welcome him. She's lost and broken, like him. He knows she'll be mourning those have been missing from breakfast and dinner, the same people he's missing in his quest for meaning. Lucifer and Matt might have been able to offer him answers, or at least advice. They can share that, too.
Armand doesn't so much enter her room as appear within it, lingering for a moment in a shadowy corner to make sure she's alone in the bed before he approaches. He circles around, then climbs up carefully to kneel on the blankets by her feet, reaching out an echo of thought to touch her sleeping mind. ]
Lauralae.