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“there was a lot of blood soaking into the ground during the Revolution. Some of it reached me.” He shrugged, uncaring. “Stench happens, Armand. Especially when one is homeless for a good fifty years.”
Armand rose his brows, “Surely Lestat isn’t letting you wander around like this?”
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Nicolas felt his lip curl up into something resembling a sneer. “Then why are you here, if you have not the slightest interest in me?”
“A coincidence,” he turned his head so he could look upon Nicolas properly, his brown eyes seizing him up with malcontent. “I’d no idea you were even still alive. What a horrible discovery. You reek, Nicolas. Such a stench.”
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Nicolas sat outside, admiring the moon with a distant disinterested eye. He felt a prickle at the back of his head though and sighed the sigh of the long suffering. “Why won’t you just die and leave me alone?” he said out to the air.
Armand looked upon Nicolas’ pathetic form with disgust, his full lips turning up into a sneer.
“Nicolas, do not flatter yourself. I’ve no interest in you—not in the slightest.”
Marius.
Marius in fact welcomed the gesture and cradled the other against himself, both of his arms wrapping around him before he reached to stroke along those curls once more. “Of course. I have many rooms, you are welcome to take your pick.” Saying such a thing caused a twinge of pain to spread throughout him, but he figured it would be too much if he were to invite Armand to sleep where he always had, in his bed.
Armand allowed himself to be coddled. He was glad his face was concealed where Marius could not see, his features currently contorted into a state of resentment. The thought briefly on how horrid he must have looked in that moment, and decided to find the will to return his angelic features to their previous state. Part of him wanted Marius to invite him to his bed—fall back into his old role, though he knew it to be impossible. Unnecessary breath fell from his lips, to the nape of his Master’s neck, and he silently thanked Marius for his invitation.
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Marius.
Another sigh left him as he pursed his lips together when he felt the ginger though to his face. His resolve crumbled even further as his eyes gradually closed. He hadn’t the words to speak, nor did he think that he truly wished to protest; the touch was savored, no matter how brief or timid it was.
After a moment, he took his hand away. He wondered briefly how far he could go, or rather how far he should go. Clearly this was painful enough for the both of them, but still Armand had no will to leave. Slowly he moved his lithe body closer to Marius, taking the initiative to rest his head on the others’ shoulder, his face buried in the crook of his neck. “May I stay with you? I’ve no desire to return to New York and waste away in one of my empty apartments.”
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