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[personal profile] namozi 2024-12-11 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
The second city Daniel follows him to is when he'll first see Armand at the edge of the crowd.

The first city nothing, but the second he lingers, hands stuffed in a old coat he must have stolen from a victim given the style is nothing like the sleek look of Dubai's wardrobe. Perfectly cryptid, blink and he's gone sort of theatrics he would claim isn't drama yet still times too perfectly to be anything but.

It's the third city, Boston, that near the end of the line a familiar young man comes up and slaps his book down.

'Young' is of course a joke, though apparently Armand takes playing human seriously given the contacts are back in. More theatrics, down to the costume of any typical college boy with a hoodie and beanie, curls bursting out from beneath as he regards Daniel with thinned lips.

"A riveting story," he says plainly, somehow more sarcastic than if he kept his tone dry.
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[personal profile] namozi 2024-12-12 06:43 am (UTC)(link)
Armand cannot deny some satisfaction at Daniel's tracking skills. Scratch that, he would deny it to Daniel's face for as long as necessary to try and smother that unbearably smug look from his face, but apart from that it is... hm. A relief, perhaps, that Daniel is taking to well to the dark gift. That he is capable of the sort of cleverness needed to survive his unbelievably stupid stunt with Louis and this book.

"Rashid," Armand answers, well aware he's already lost any ground by coming here at all. Why did he? The relentless draw, he could blame that, the tether between them he cannot sever. Distance does not choke it out, rationality does not sway it.

His smug, unbearable firstborn. "Your tour stops have been rather erratic." Thanks to Armand.
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[personal profile] namozi 2024-12-13 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
It takes considerable restraint not to respond to that comment on various levels. For example, the handful of overzealous vampires that came to the city with Daniel in mind. Obliterated swiftly, of course, before they attempted to test Daniel's fledgling might.

There's the killing Daniel himself thing also, but who cares about that, right?

"You are quite active for a man your age," Armand answers instead. The girl behind him hisses through her teeth and thinks wow, rude little twink. The boy next to her wonders if he's flirting, which is a fair enough assessment given Armand is not quite able to hide the intensity of his gaze.

He blames the bond for the ease he feels to finally be before his fledgling. Surely the mysterious maker-fledgling bond is to blame for the draw and sway Daniel has over him and nothing else.

He offers a thin lipped smile. "The ending." Badum tish. "How remarkable the narrator survived despite it all."
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[personal profile] namozi 2024-12-14 03:00 pm (UTC)(link)
The most annoying thing about this conversation by far is the singular moment Armand's lips nearly quirk in a genuine way at 'cold therapy.' It's the faintest flicker of his expression before he shifts it to a show smile instead. The girl behind him is starting to get a touch frustrated at how long this conversation is taking. The boy Armand imagines will be Daniel's dinner if he does see him at the bar.

If Daniel slept with him then he'd end up Armand's dinner, which is a normal response that will not be examined. Just cleaning up after the fledgling, as a deadbeat maker does.

"My deepest condolences then," Armand answers with a frankly awe inspiring deadpan. "Truly the world is lesser for this tragedy of journalistic integrity lost to gothic horror."

He lifts a hand, a silent command for the book. Daniel got him, now he's curious to read whatever nonsense he wrote.
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[personal profile] namozi 2024-12-15 04:09 pm (UTC)(link)
In a way Armand is glad to hear that pointed tone, even if he glances away with a hint of shame. Killing Daniel means little to him- damning him to this existence is another matter. At times he thinks it should never have been done. More often than not it feels inevitable. When he's in front of Daniel like this he cannot imagine anything other than this horrific outcome. Their story is all horror, from start to finish. Walking in hell together, etc.

He takes the book, one last long look before vanishing. Actually away to lick his wounds, probably for the best. Reading and reading the little note, reading the whole book again, throwing it in a fit of anger against a wall before placing it carefully on an end table. Normal stuff.

No contact, which could be an answer. A new city, no sign of him on one signing but the next day there's a familiar face in the back row of a reading. Legs crossed, tshirt and jeans and sneakers and a hoodie. Contacts still, watching as the bookstore workers fumble with piles of books and the eager mass of people questioning which section he's going to read. Young people joking they hope it's a raunchy one. More solemn, obsessive fans irritated by the tongue in cheek ones. Not a single one believing a word of what they read beyond metaphor and historical fantasy.
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[personal profile] namozi 2024-12-16 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
Such sunglasses are tacky, Armand thinks. Maybe not in so many words but when he meets Daniel's eyes that hint of orange underneath sends a sick sort of thrill down his spine. With his big, brown tacky contacts his glance upwards has a softer edge. Fitting of the young thing here to meet some literary or journalistic hero.

"I never imagined you the indecisive sort, Mr. Molloy," he answers, tilting his head. Human skin pulled on tight and just as flawed a disguise as it was in Dubai with just a few holes poked through. "I would be happy to help."

Sure. At the moment he's watching Daniel intently, taking in his color to decide if he's been feeding enough. Leaning in just a touch, unable to resist with how his heart begins to match Daniel's pace. At least one person clocks him for wanting to take grandpa for a ride and hey, they aren't exactly wrong, just about who is actually the grandpa here.
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[personal profile] namozi 2024-12-18 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Several people overhearing this have little flares of jealousy. Armand ducks his head to seem suitably shocked and pleased by this, nervous edged as he assumes some foolish young thing would be in this situation. Pulls up his book, bought fresh at the same store like many others were. Never let it be said he didn't contribute to his fledging's bottom line.

"You've put me on the spot, Mr. Molloy." Purposely. There's part of Armand that is proud of that in some warped, nonsensical way. Hardly the cut of Daniel's cold sliver, but still. "Surely you don't enjoy making your fans squirm."

Still he opens his book, holding it out to a particular page. Waits for Daniel to take it, and if he does lets their fingers brush in a way several people would catch with varying reactions. A returned punishment, or bug in jar poking. Or maybe he just wants to touch, given his gaze lingers on Daniel's hands for a moment longer than it should.

It's a surprisingly tame section he points out. Armand does consider seeing if he'd read one of Louis' nauseating descriptions of fucking Lestat, but he's suffered through hearing them firsthand and has no particular interest in revisiting. No, it's just an introspective part, more Daniel's voice than many other pages. Likely cut and pruned down by the Talamasca to the point of being trivial, but a throughline about the nature of the monstrous when brought to light.
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[personal profile] namozi 2024-12-19 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"It is your writing. I should hope every detail and scene is one you stand behind." It's a little jab at whatever heinous edits the Talamasca made him make, that is the joke. He watches Daniel head to the front, fingers curling, debating the idea of vanishing. Daniel's smugness should be answered by that, and yet he finds himself pleased by it. That Daniel finds goading his returned presence a prize.

Twink's got it down bad for grandpa, a boy nearby thinks. Armand resists the urge to pierce the boy's mind in senseless irritation before the takes a seat to watch the reading.

He ends up on the line, despite his better sense. For a few moments he considers going to the bookshop's little cafe and waiting to see if Daniel would join him when he was done, a truncated form of the chase before. No, he finds he wants to see what Daniel writes this time. The playacting is meaningless noise, camouflage, but the note means something.

Which is why he places the book on Daniel's table when it's his turn. Some were disappointed it wasn't a more daring, intense or sexier scene read. Armand's big brown eyes make it look like he is so genuinely sorry about that. Really.
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[personal profile] namozi 2024-12-23 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"Rashid," Armand answers easily. Saying 'Armand' this time could be amusing, maybe with time to settle. This book has his name on too many minds and lips, too many opinions when he's been dead to the living world for centuries. The horror of being perceived even in shallow, stunted ways, etc etc.

He shouldn't be here. Daniel is a damning creature already, tempting him with games, the lure of the chase. Tempting his curiosity, a weakness and strength both. He leans unabashedly to read the message, a slow blink as he processes it.

Juvenile. He isn't sure if this cartoon movie reference is meant to be a pointed insult of some personal sort. Trite, ridiculous from a writer of Daniel's caliber, and the last line his eyes linger on. It should be ineffective, yet when he pulls the book to himself he runs his finger over the last line. Stupid, stupid boy.

So, probably not particularly shocking when he turns and leaves without saying a word. Some real spooked cat behavior, ignoring the few pointed thoughts of rude for how he slips away without even a thank you. Of course then the next book signing follows the day after, all set up for another long stretch of Armand shaped silence as he copes through petulant avoidance and centuries wary skewed perception of time. Instead he's sitting at the table Daniel's meant to be signing at, any employee who walks over suddenly turning around as if remembering something else.

Ramones t-shirt and worn jeans this time, boots and loose curls around his face with no contacts this time. Most might think ah, there's no higher purpose to these choices, but the costume choice of a former theater director is never pointless. So, symbolic, overblown lack of contacts and a reflection of Daniel's old aesthetic. What could this mind game possibly mean.
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[personal profile] namozi 2024-12-24 04:22 pm (UTC)(link)
In truth he didn't find the comment offensive, even if he dissected the intended meaning and settled on insult being a high contender. Even as an insult it's rather refreshing in a fucked up, masochistic sort of way. No kid gloves, none of Louis' coddling modern Catholic guilt mournfulness then turned knife sharp and vicious under the right influence. Almost funny, especially given he finds and watches the movie that night.

Not that he'll admit it, yet. No, that throw away line isn't what captures his attention anyway. The last line he's fixated on to an absurd and likely pointless degree. It's why he's here now, in a way, regarding Daniel with a tilt of the head and, for once, all eyes averted from them by force. No quirky little mental comments about their age, their behavior, just them ignored in a bustling little book shop.

It's easier to imagine it all as a game, watching Daniel approach, the pause as he registers Armand at all. A game until Daniel comes over and kisses the top of his head in way that leaves Armand speechless for a moment. Casual, natural affection that is surely mockery, followed by no mockery at all. It makes Armand want to pin him to the table and drain him again only to feed him everything Armand is right back. It makes him want to make Daniel crawl for his blood, the red line of it between them like an unbreakable, blasphemous connection.

He stares up at Daniel with big, wide eyes for a stunned moment, even if the thrum of their bond could only be called ravenously possessive. "You were nearly late. Half the staff believe your insistence on night signings is absurd pageantry."
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[personal profile] namozi 2024-12-28 08:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Armand's eyes light up a little at that description- yes, a fascinating modern world, and he's always had a bit of a weak spot for the relentless progress of technology. Electric cars are less interesting to him than the absurd navigational systems, but that's neither here nor there. An enjoyable afternoon could be spent splitting one of those hideous cars open to see what it's overpriced guts looked like.

Anyway. "Traveling by foot would be safer, and better practice for managing the shifting currents of time around you." Translation: practice your speedy vampire shit more and don't get into a Tesla related car crash. Fire and all that. Another person goes glassy eyed when they get close, turning and nearly running into a shelf.

"I could be persuaded. As they say, what's in it for me?" he asks, leaning a touch closer where they sit.
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[personal profile] namozi 2024-12-31 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
"You would survive that easily. A car crash could burst into flames and spread your ashes to the fetid crevices of this city," Armand answers without missing a beat. There's a sliver of displeasure in him though at the ugly reminder of it- there's a world out there that could devour Daniel. A strong fledgling, a healthy fledgling, one that does not eat rats and vermin or kill foolishly to the point of choking a river with corpses. A fledgling that does him credit despite Daniel's tendency towards poor behavior, even if several old laws would have him burned for Daniel's creation.

Heresy, one Daniel taunts at every turn. Poor behavior, as mentioned. Yes, that world too intent to take Daniel away in any number of ways.

He stews a little, at least until Daniel's offered payment snaps his attention with all the interest of a shark scenting blood in the water. Free reign is a dangerous thing to offer, Daniel knows it's a dangerous thing to offer, and that fact is what tempts him more.

"Hm," Armand answers, a few long moments before he tilts his head in the affirmative. "Very well."

The intricate rituals to just spend time together and have future plans, etc.
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[personal profile] namozi 2025-01-03 06:22 am (UTC)(link)
Given Armand's obsessive guardianship of Louis as his mental health it's a very good thing he isn't aware of Daniel's general thoughts on his own survival here. Nothing like Louis, yes, but Armand hasn't been killing vampires in the cities Daniel's spending time in because he's capable of losing his first and only fledgling gracefully. Or potentially at all.

He eyes Daniel's smile, the answer to Armand's agreement, then the way Daniel almost seems to lean in. His hand on Armand's knee, the quiet intimacy of this little moment. He's enough in the moment itself he doesn't think of turning around the mortals walking by, including the bookshop worker who stops nearby to stand in awkward silence, unsure of interrupting and why the author is so cozy with a random young man.

Armand's fingers brush up Daniel's knuckles to his wrist. "Quite," he answers, before finally turning his attention to woman. She clears her throat awkwardly before introducing herself, stuttering through the schedule, before finally glancing to Armand and asking who he is as politely as she could manage.

Armand turns his gaze to Daniel again, a faint quirk to his lips as he tilts his head, waiting for Daniel to answer that for him. A little joke, how many times Daniel has asked for his name for these signings, curious to see what he decides to answer. Rashid, the assistant. Perhaps a question dismissed entirely.
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[personal profile] namozi 2025-01-05 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
Armand's head tilts, the only give away he didn't expect that answer. It's not terribly shocking for a variety of reasons and it pleases Armand more than he would have expected. He should potentially tell Daniel he should be more careful with identity, his human life in it's last years before he will need to fake his own death, but-

Well, Daniel is choosing Armand to be at his side rather than Rashid or some other, easier name. His fingers stroke over Daniel's wrist one last time before offering the woman a charming smile.

He stays where he is as the first people come up, leaning back to eye those who show up and scan their thoughts vigilantly. There's a vampire far down the line interestingly enough, though when Armand dips into her thoughts she seems genuinely here for the signing and debating if she should flee as she senses Armand close. It would be easier if he could speak to Daniel in his mind but there is something to how he has to lean over and murmur close to his ear instead.

"You've made fans of our kind," he offers, both agitated and amused by this idea. Getting so close to Daniel sets off the thoughts of several people in line, all gossip and curiosity that Armand seems to enjoy in his own way, given he rests an arm around Daniel's chair so he can keep their conspiratorial proximity a little longer.
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[personal profile] namozi 2025-01-05 07:39 am (UTC)(link)
The poor nervous patron waiting with their book, unsure if they're allowed to interrupt this private conversation or what book signing etiquette is and wow, he just caught a sliver of a glimpse of Daniel Molloy's eyes, were they always so striking and a little strange?

"Notice what you are? Notice we are together or that you are mine?" Armand almost looks delighted by this question, as if it were a deeply amusing thing Daniel has asked him. Largely because yes, they no doubt already know given Armand's made it very clear in several cities with any brewing tension that the fledgling Daniel Molloy was not be harmed. On occasion that took very graphic examples being made. Some people pick up new hobbies when they get divorced, which is surely just what this is, probably.

"They already know it, if they have any sense. As they do not appear to be here to cause you harm I assume they have as much sense as any fan of yours does."
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[personal profile] namozi 2025-01-05 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
The look surprises Armand, shuts him up for a few precious moments as Daniel turns back to talk to another fan with another question, request, well of admiration. Background noise easily ignored, the now fairly steadfast thrum of wondering at Armand's age, their relation, self righteous judgment or what they see as a predatory dynamic for all the wrong reasons.

No, there's just Armand watching Daniel a moment longer. He expected rolled eyes or reminders Armand did not own him. Another little debate on old vampiric terminology, snide remarks that Armand didn't make him beyond a fucked up blood transfusion. Perhaps regret at the end, bitterness, his reputation being dragged through the dirt of assumption. Always something, he's found, that makes Armand unideal to claim publicly. His waning power as maitre, old laws, the color of his skin in Venice.

Daniel's face looked more at ease than Armand can remember seeing it, if only for a brief moment. It's pretty in a new facet of Daniel, the appeal of hard, sharp edges finally softening in stellar contrast. When Armand finally pulls his eyes away he realizes with twitch of his fingers his heart is threatening to pick up. How easy it is to fall in love with Daniel, a matter nipping at his ankles for some time, even if he's done a resoundingly good job in avoiding it. The first time in perhaps his entire existence he claimed someone and they looked upon him like that was a wondrous thing.

The vampire gets closer- older than Daniel but young, and Armand fixes his gaze upon her in unblinking severity. One hand stays behind Daniel's chair, nails at the back of his neck. A woman nearby wonders how much Daniel pays this kid, another wonders if bestsellers really give a guy that much game. The vampire bows her head in nervous respect to Armand before trying to avoid looking at him entirely. Thanks Daniel for the book in a way that sounds quite genuine. Says it was very informative and helpful. That he's brave to write it.
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[personal profile] namozi 2025-01-06 07:38 am (UTC)(link)
It takes more self restraint than Armand would care to admit not to scare the little vampire off. To say he's been territorial is an understatement but now, in the throes of this warm and undeniable feeling of intimacy with Daniel, he may be just a little worse than before. If it wasn't for the distracting, pleasant buzz of Daniel through their bond he might have lost the war with his own possessive instincts.

Luckily for the well meaning fledgling she gets the time to chat and make this connection while Armand basks in Daniel's contentment. Maybe it's primal instinct, the sheer satisfaction he feels at his fledgling happy and safe. Maybe it's refreshing after decades of Louis' consistent melancholy, bright moments always slow and pierced with a dark undercurrent. Not Daniel, whose joy is as addictive as his regard. As addictive as his anger, is self righteous fury, the sparring across long tables with an insignificant little mortal who still kept up better than any vampire ever did.

If he's honest the process of all this intrigues him too, the book signing. For all his tall talk of mortals and separation Armand's curiosity with the world has never fully wavered, the mechanics of publishing and promoting almost quaint compared to the ruthless art markets Louis pulled them through. Armand's side of the bond when examined is typically guarded, and if not that then a low thrumming tension careful vigilance. Yet in the sphere of Daniel's contented presence he thaws a little, curiosity blooming like weeds. Not calm, not safe but closer to both than he's managed in some time.

One bold young man asks who he is, and when Armand answers as Daniel did the boy laughs. "Wow, you do look like how I imagined him. Love the contacts, by the way."

Armand watches the boy go, resisting the impish urge to bear his fangs and see how far mortal denial takes them. There aren't many left in the line regardless, and he has a prize to cash in. "Your descriptions did me justice, or so it seems." He says as if he didn't read every single scrap Daniel wrote about him obsessively while also making notes in the margins.
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[personal profile] namozi 2025-01-07 09:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Have you? Two awards, from what I understand," Armand drawls, watching Daniel's veins and their alluring throb at the pulse points. Armand's blood, Daniel's blood, melded together for eternity, a mark none of the humans milling about could possibly see or fathom yet hangs over Daniel like Armand's signature.

He thinks idly of it, only pulled from his musings when Daniel reacts in a different way to the man now approaching. The near stumble, enough Armand's eyes land on the man and his book with the assessment of threat only to find a mundane human man watching them with flavor of thoughts somewhat unique.

It's not as though all of the thoughts around have been scandal and self righteousness- plenty have been amused, congratulatory, or attracted one way or another. Spectacle, the pair of them huddled too close to be strictly platonic by many standards, and here is a personal flare instead. A man who sees reflection, old ghosts and older 'what-ifs,' bodies in unmarked graves. His nails scrape harmlessly down the back of Daniel's neck, fingertips lingering. Possessive but an odd moment of reflection too.

"Your time will soon belong to me," Armand says, watching this man and his bittersweet memories move away. "As we agreed."
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[personal profile] namozi 2025-01-09 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
"Making sure you hold your end of our bargain," Armand corrects, basking a little in Daniel's smugness. There's some learned instinct in him to correct the behavior, the hierachy of maker and fledgling echoed throughout hundreds of years of strict rules, then his own maker before. There's an ill fitting mask of maitre in him, one Louis played with and never understood the gravity of, not even after it was far too late.

His mood is eased enough he lets it pass- here is Daniel, coaxing him to stay. Smug he did. Addictive, being wanted or at least the heady illusion of it.

"Do you need to feed before my plans for you?" Speaking of maker instinct: the urge to coax the most rancid of those lingering around the store, like that robust man with his slow, predator heart and an ache in his knuckles from hurting something much weaker than he. Or maybe just the annoying shrill creature nearby who rolls her eyes overhearing that and thinks Daniel is too embarrassingly old for the larping, vampire schtick.
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[personal profile] namozi 2025-01-10 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
It does please Armand. He leans in a little, into the hand on knee, not so much doe eyed as uneasily intense in how he regards Daniel from under his lashes. He's torn between an odd pair of instincts, one to demand Daniel show him his hunting prowess and the other to bring the food directly to him, cut it's neck and hold it's hair as Daniel latched on.

Novel. He cared for many as coven master but the pull was a dense, drowning obligation like a shackle more times than it was not. This feeling with Daniel is oddly buoyant, and far more terrifying aside. "Fledgling appetite," Armand says with a hint of approval. "Come with me, then."

The store is winding down, the book signing already far later than it would typically allow for. Disgruntled workers eying customers clearly intent on lounging around as long as they can, said customers milling around shelves. Some fans of Daniel's lingering, though they seem intent on looking away with blank looks when Armand's eyes skim over the crowd.

He stands fluidly, hand to Daniel's shoulder as he scans the room and locks eyes on the robust man from before. "Him," he offers, eyes shifting to Daniel, waiting to see if he'll bite. Pun maybe intended.
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[personal profile] namozi 2025-01-27 06:26 am (UTC)(link)
Armand offers an obnoxious little quirk of his likes, as though Daniel is a student stumbling into an obvious lesson. "Then surely you must be creative and thorough in your disposal. It would not do to cause you trouble, given you are being so careful with our kind's secrets."

Rude. He follows though, fixated on Daniel far more than some middling mortal and those mulling about. Not that he'll make it particularly easy for Daniel, as tempted as he is to turn all eyes away from his fledgling and ensuring his safety with their kind and mortal authorities.

All matters Daniel must learn on his own, and even recognizing the danger faced here does bring Armand a sense of smug satisfaction.
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[personal profile] namozi 2025-01-28 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
Armand tilts his head up as easy as breathing- not that he does much of that anymore, but still. No kiss sadly, just Daniel offering a little tidbit he's already patting himself on the back about. Theatrical, his fledgling, as though it runs down their line through their shared blood.

Armand wants to be irritated and is as he watches Daniel move. Annoyed because the idea of liking the book isn't one he's given himself time to consider and it's true. That Daniel can see that sliver of contradiction in him is annoying. That this book is an ugly death wish beneath it's grandeur is annoying. That people on the street occasionally think his name with any number colorful and insipid opinions is annoying. That it is a testament to his continued weakness and mistake is annoying.

But of course Daniel is right, the stupid, overblown whole of it is something Armand likes. He's read it again and again in varying stages of wrath, humor or dissociation. He listens to it's broad, brash ripples in the vampire community. He follows his fledgling and tells himself he must because of the damn book and its damn dangers.

He likes the way Daniel writes, infuriatingly enough. Like he's leaning in to share a secret. He loves and hates this is the first portrait of himself, in ink rather than paint, by Daniel's damning hand. A murky and ugly picture, unlike any portrait done of him before. Terrifying, to be portrayed candidly, unflatteringly, and he likes it. He likes it too much.

Armand appears at Daniel's side in the corner store, hand to Daniel's arm as if to feel the warmth of the feeding. A presence the entire time, if the pleased curl of his lips is any indication.

"The New York coven loathes you," he says like this is an attractive quality Daniel possesses, pissing them off. He plucks a pair of gaudy, cheap sunglasses from a nearby rack and looks them over as if they weren't ugly lumps of plastic.
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[personal profile] namozi 2025-02-02 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
Daniel's enthusiasm is doing troubling things to him, Armand decides. The toothy grin, it does not even show off his beautiful fangs but it is a reminder of them. If Armand presses he thinks he can even feel some facsimile Daniel's pleasure as a warmth in his own chest. A happy, well fed and skilled fledgling.

Armand opens his mouth to spew the script, remind Daniel of countless dangers or whatever archaic, potentially bullshit vampire etiquette that Must Be Maintained, Daniel, when Daniel leans in instead. A kiss like the one he was mildly peeved about not being granted before, in front of the clerk who squints and thinks something disparaging about May-December romances. Armand could and in his own mind should bring up something disparaging about bartering with desire, but instead he foolishly leans into the kiss instead.

His lips quirk, smothering it but making no move to be the one to pull back first. Hungry, the mistake of showing affection he can sink his teeth into and not easily let go. Even when the clerk will undoubtedly clear his throat should Armand have his way and let the little intimacy linger.
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[personal profile] namozi 2025-02-06 08:20 am (UTC)(link)
The fact the kiss is quick makes disappointment crack Armand's expression, the ridiculous near pout of it over a whirling, vertigo inducing depth of ugly want. A blink and he's reset, tongue over his teeth and bottom lip to chase the taste lingering there.

"As long as it is not a piece from his period in Tunis," Armand answers, running his hands over Daniel's shoulders in a way that seems both intimate and fussy, eyes just a touch brighter at how alluring he genuinely finds the idea of going to do a puzzle and nothing more. "You still owe me, but we could achieve my goals in your hotel room."

Looking at Daniel through his lashes at that, the faintest quirk to his lips.
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[personal profile] namozi 2025-02-08 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes," Armand answers with sudden brightness, pulling the ugly, clunky shades on as he breezes past to the register. The cashier is less than thrilled to deal with him, ringing him up with a silent sigh when Armand moves back to Daniel and links their arms. "Now tell me what one does with a puzzle when the initial entertainment component is completed and the finished work revealed. Do we do it again? Upside down, perhaps?"

He leads them out, seemingly content to stroll their way back unless Daniel points out other means of making it there much faster. He seems less than pleased at the attention Daniel occasionally draws, that double take look and thought of someone who recognizes his face from the about the author book blurb or television appearances.

Admittedly it is a novel experience to be this visible. In the theater sometimes, but his life with Louis was a far quieter thing, increasingly isolated for Louis' own good. He can already imagine Daniel's sneer if he said as much, or some quippy little comment, a matter that amuses him at the moment rather than annoy.
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[personal profile] namozi 2025-02-16 01:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Armand considers that with normal thought processes, such as if Daniel liked the depicted work so much Armand would hardly be against simply getting it for him. An apologetic gesture, maybe, for the deadbeat maker thing and not several other less important matters like the torture and mind wipe. Not like the Dubai penthouse didn't proudly display stolen works for the hell of it. Anything can be a date if you try hard enough, like art heists.

Daniel's a little funny. Armand refuses to roll his eyes but the spirit is there in his tone. "Walking is fine, to spare my fledgling the dangers of motor vehicles. What would this world do without Daniel Molloy to irritate tv personalities on streaming services only a handful of people own?"

Despite the the quip he seems rather pleased by the chance to walk, regarding the area with somewhat new eyes- a rarity that is delightful if not for the reason. Here is Daniel's era and world, that will one day crystalize in his mind in formative foundation, blessing and curse alike.

"Besides, it would not kill me," he sniffs. "What is an lackluster automobile to a five hundred year old vampire?"

He can try to do funny callbacks too, thanks.
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[personal profile] namozi 2025-02-23 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
Armand's lips tug into a faint little smirk at the reaction then stay that way as they walk. The ease is alarming, he finds himself wanting to point out every passing detail he's missed in his studies of the modern world and ask 'what is that? why is that?' It's hardly much, this minor display of ignorance, but he can recognize a shift in the fact he feels no need to guard himself, or handpick which ignorance to offer up for proper effect.

What's more is the fact he feels very little in the way of alarm at the revelation. This is his, every instinct tells him, for better or for worse. His fledgling, blood of his blood, uniquely capable of harming him but also a lone safe haven in the world.

No, perhaps not safe but still he has a place here, carved out in a form he does not yet recognize. To find the shape of it is a terrifying prospect as much as it is an alluring one, and he dwells on it until the elevator opens for them.

It isn't until they reach the room that Armand untangles, the door opening before him with a click of manipulated mechanisms in a dramatic little flourish. He's pulling out his phone, banishing the thoughts of before when he decides he will be paid back as promised, striding further in as he taps at the screen.

"Let me see your wardrobe," he orders as he tap tap taps away. "I assume you brought at least one formal attire."
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[personal profile] namozi 2025-02-24 08:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Time to make an immediate b-line to that suitcase, tossing it on the bed to begin rifling through it shamelessly. To his credit he doesn't actually turn his nose up at any of it, no matter how worn the shirt or jeans, looking over each with the critical eye of an appraiser brought delicate family treasures to prove their worth.

Then again each time he's finishes he just tosses the offending article of clothing to the side in a big pile that seems a little too much like a 'toss' pile in organizing. The band tshirts do get more attention, apparently charmed by the history of them and how they proudly display Daniel's taste in that way Daniel's era seems to adore. Armand found the business rather tacky at first, wearing billboards across their chests, but it's grown on him in the way tacky things tend to.

Like his fledging, as it turns out. He makes a mental note to call Daniel tacky sometime in the future just to see his reaction, before he drops the shirt and sits on the bed, phone back at the ready. He picks up a pair of socks with similar fascination before they get tossed aside too.

"You really should have formal wear prepared in case of unexpected business on trips such as this, Daniel," Armand tuts. "That is fine, I know your measurements. Have you ever owned a tuxedo? I admit I find them quite charming, are they outdated yet?"
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[personal profile] namozi 2025-02-26 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"Of course it looks foolish, you rented. It was not tailored to your figure, which does not look like- are you referring to the Adam West series or the 1992 film?" Armand looks Daniel over for a moment before shaking his head. "Regardless, a ridiculous comparison."

He lifts himself from the bed, moving over to smooth his hands over Daniel's shoulders. A subtly possessive gesture in how it lingers, and his eyes fall on Daniel's lips one time too many before he sniffs and catches his eye.

"So what does not 'look stupid?' Will you wear cardigans and slacks for the rest of eternity?" he asks with an arched brow. "It hardly matters in this moment. You owe me, and I will not be denied what is owed."
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[personal profile] namozi 2025-02-27 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"Peckish," Armand answers, lashes lowering in a way that could be flirtatious and maybe comes off a little as genuinely assessing Daniel's skin for where to take a bite out of. Not all that strange in the greater world of vampires, though in the greater world of Armand he is usually the one offering up his wrist and neck and blood rather than the other way around.

He considers the wisdom of procrastination in the form of seduction and maybe seeing if he could get Daniel's marvelous new fangs into his neck within the next few minutes, but Daniel says 'penguin suit' and he can't help but find that charming. Maybe more so how Daniel isn't fighting him about this, even playful back and forth. Just going with it, perhaps an offshoot of the man's burning curiosity. What happens next is easier to find out if it isn't impeded and allowed to unfurl.

Strange boy, though curiosity made for a dangerous vampire. A buffer against eternity.

"I'm going to get you a tuxedo," he says, eyes bright with delight as he cups Daniel's jaw. A sweet gesture, until he moves his head around like he's examining a prized dog at all angles. "Hm, and a few other pieces. Those you can do with as you will, but you will keep the tuxedo."
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[personal profile] namozi 2025-02-28 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
That tiny bit of interest Armand devours greedily, hungry for it in a way that surprises him. Being desired in such a way is hardly novel, but being desired by a man who dissected his ugliness and weakness brutally yet still asked him to come back here for a puzzle of all things, who kissed him in a dirty little bodega- well, that's a different beast.

The corners of his eyes crinkle a bit in mirth to hear the answer to his earlier question, charmed again that Daniel found his way back around to it. "I was more a fan of the Green Hornet that era I admit. If you are looking for impressions to dredge up."

He pats Daniel's cheek before pulling away, sitting elegantly on the bed and patting beside him in forceful invitation as he starts tapping away at his phone again. "Award shows, galas, fundraisers, gallery openings, opera, high society events, certain upscale restaurants- admittedly far less reason to go to the latter now, but the idea remains. Weddings, I suppose." He crinkles his nose as if that's the distasteful gathering of all of those.
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[personal profile] namozi 2025-03-02 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Armand makes himself comfortable, not quite the intimacy of lounging against Daniel but shifts himself so they share the space seamlessly. Happy to show his phone screen, which is on some sleek website that screams overpriced rich people nonsense based purely on the somehow gaudy minimalism. "I would be curious to hear what impressions you are permitted by law and good taste to attempt- perhaps a dark navy would work well."

He considers Daniel for a few moments before tapping something on screen- oh there's a price tag for whatever's happening and it is indeed eye searingly high. More expensive than Daniel's first and potentially second car high. Not billionaires though, just multi million.

"You chafe against such uniforms, I take it. Daniel Molloy is not one for button ups and ties," Armand drawls, somewhere between biting mockery and maybe a hint of fondness. "I have never been to a wedding as an invited guest. We drained several wedding parties in Paris over the years, it was good practice for the coven."
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[personal profile] namozi 2025-03-04 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Chatty. It's enjoyable in a way, though Armand will never in his undead life admit it's a step up from the silent stillness of the penthouse on any given day. He taps away at his phone, taking only a moment to try and remember if he saw that interview. Not that he will ever admit to following Daniel's career unless it's in a sinister, pragmatic way.

He doesn't remember it. Shame, he would have been interested in that interview, if only because of the era he was quite taken with Dogma. And Osmosis Jones.

"What year was that?" he does ask, a few more taps before he pulls the phone to his ear and starts speaking to someone on the other line in smooth french. The conversation is short, the phone dropped to the side when he's done as though now they simply waited.

"You and Louis are similar in your incessant need to make your wealth bracket a singular part of your personality," he muses. Probably not a compliment. The question has him glancing over, more curious that Daniel would find anything 'kinda romantic.' The admittance makes him want to indulge so he does, taking a few moments to unearth those hunts from his memory and make a decision.

Largely that time period was dissociative for him, dull and exhausting, but just like in the catacombs the hunts were a singular pleasure to break through the muck. "Hm, there was one shortly before the Great War, on one of the bridges of the Seine. Rich enough they paid to have the water cleaned somewhat, and the dim light casting the waters black hid the sins of the city's filth. Candles floating on the water, deeply indulgent. They looked like stars dotting the stream. Celeste nearly fell in gazing upon them- she was still a fledgling at the time, easily taken with sensation.

"We stole the bride for our next show," he sounds almost nostalgic about it.
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[personal profile] namozi 2025-03-07 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
The nineties, Armand did spend a lot of that decade learning technology and hiding said obsession from Louis lest it be agitating rather than endearing. That's probably why he missed it, and he makes a mental note to scour the wasteland of the internet.

He preferred the internet in the nineties. Slower paced in all things and wild, bramble growth.

"You are like Louis in many ways besides. Your complicated relationship with sexuality, for example," Armand offers, a glance over with an innocent enough look that says yeah, this is basically meant to get under Daniel's skin. Or perhaps he just enjoys that it does, wants to dissect Daniel and see what part of it makes him squirm.

Maybe literally, Daniel is much more durable now. He wonders if vivisection is counter culture enough for Daniel's taste or one of those things that would tip his fledgling into needless histrionics over his own well-being. Poor Daniel, tortured in a decidedly mild manner for a few measly days when he spent several decades putting his own brain in a blender for a string of momentary highs.

"She spent most of the party mulling in increasing dismay over 'to death do us part' and the seeming eternity of it. I found that a poetic touch," Armand answers, then tilts his head at the question. "I do not miss that time period, no. I did not lie when I told Louis it was a job I never desired and was trapped in."

A beat. Tentatively, as if half expecting Daniel to use any sliver of truth against him, he offers, "I suppose if there was anything worth missing it was the plays themselves, more so when we began working with the projectors. I've always found mixed media compelling."
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[personal profile] namozi 2025-03-10 07:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Of course Daniel, your own relationship with sex has nothing to do with family or your environment, I am sure. Only pointless, fickle, dumb matters. Inconsequential."

There's the doe eyes again, pure, weaponized Rashid purely to be mean for no real reason than he likes it. He will not, can not allow himself to register the enormity of what it means that Daniel Molloy is the first and only person he's ever been ugly with in a way that felt freeing.

Given the ugliness it's probably a bit jarring when Armand goes bright suddenly, an honest to god grin. "A delightful piece, was it not?"
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[personal profile] namozi 2025-03-13 06:34 am (UTC)(link)
There are times Armand regrets the loss of Daniel's thoughts. Well, okay he regrets it often when they interact, even when he refrained from indulging the option was always there, waiting. A failsafe, so much easier than word and gesture and expression, all matter that had a thousand different meanings. He can never edit Daniel's mind again, he cannot reach in to pluck understanding, he cannot know anything Daniel says for certain.

At times it is difficult not to flee on that knowledge alone, and yet here they are. Daniel always pondering away, sharp observations Armand must now wait for Daniel to divulge should he wish to. He must accept any seeds planted are ones he will not see until they bloom.

He blinks once at being called a dork, as though this is a novel experience to consider- because it is, given most vampires are flowery dramatic shitheads who wouldn't be caught dead using the word 'dork' and they're ninety percent of his social life. The look grows sharper when Daniel touches his chin, as though waiting for a kiss he may or may not return sweetly or with a bite-

No, he's being shown a video. Armand considers being disappointed by that for all of a moment before ah! Well, the bizarre style immediately grabs him, and it's a real shame he was busy playing mutual toxic fucked up Stepford wife bullshit with Louis in the eighties because he'd love the theatrical, puffed up weirdness of it all. "Why do the creatures look like that?" he asks, clearly charmed by it.

Enough he ignores Daniel for a few moments, shifting only to lean against him somewhere between sweetly and seeming very much like he's using Daniel as convenient, comfortable furniture. "Hm? We can do both." So yes, summoned for ankle measuring. "If you're good and do not squirm it will be over before you know it."
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[personal profile] namozi 2025-03-25 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
The power of vampirism is Armand can simply bring the table to them, though he does not do that. His eyes are set unblinking in the screen, only glancing away to the box when presented. In some ways it feels like a trap, though he isn't entirely certain what end of it is the snare. Daniel presenting a hobby and expecting engagement mirroring his own enthusiasm without tipping the scale to insulting apathy or unpleasant fervor? Perhaps the opposite, a pastime sometimes considered childish or dull, where sincere interest would be boring.

The truth is a guy who genuinely enjoys picking lint off the sofa and keeping everything in their neat little boxes with a side passion in dissection is one who feels a very genuine flare of interest on the matter. Even as he settles for mirroring Daniel's enthusiasm as a safety precaution, at least until he gets a better understanding of why it is Daniel brought this before him.

He tries not to get attached to the idea that each of these little offerings, puzzles and delightful animations, are offerings from Daniel's own interest with sincere intent. Given both their track records there's a good chance that would end in fire and brimstone one way or another. At least the heat is comfortable, as is Daniel's well known personal failings with interpersonal relationships. Some might call that common ground and not tactical advantage.

Anyway Armand considers saying Daniel was very good in San Francisco when Armand made him be, but he has the foresight to register he may be denied puzzles if he casually brings up Daniel's torture and all the histrionics his fledgling fell into about it. Worse, he might move away and Armand is quite cozy where he is, reaching to pluck up a puzzle piece and examine it.

"Then squirm and prolong the process, I will enjoy myself either way." Daniel's discomfort was and is cute, like abandoned animals in cardboard boxes probably. He smothers his own amusement when Daniel calls him a mad scientist. Unfortunate the bond likely gives away he enjoys the comparison more than when people call him otherworldly in his beauty or something similar.

"Do you enjoy it? For how often you pin your subjects to squirm under your relentless gaze perhaps you would enjoy being examined until you have nothing left to give."
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[personal profile] namozi 2025-04-03 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"You did no such thing. What you did is closer to offering up your weaknesses on your own terms, and made them into an armor. Look at the ugly truths of my life, you say, in your own words with only an editor to keep you honest.

"You would find the experience far different, having an antagonistic creature dissect every word to find the rot underneath the gilding," Armand answers, though rather than accusation he almost sounds approving, in his own way. A clever way of keeping control of the narrative, to protect himself, Daniel might be a survivor after all.

He begins sorting the pieces as he speaks, some system that seems based on shape and color.
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[personal profile] namozi 2025-04-04 11:19 am (UTC)(link)
Well, Daniel got him there. Armand considers that for a few fleeting moments, those spiraling days as an interview of a different kind. An unsatisfying one, he never really did get the answers he was seeking. All that came of the mess was a broken companionship and doing puzzles with the man who spearheaded its destruction.

Cuddled up, even, to the man who heralded his divorce. Slotted into his side and enjoying it more than he wishes he realized.

"I directed, I did not create," he answers after a beat, hands moving a little faster with the satisfying work of organizing and sorting. Despite the deflection he cannot help a sliver of surprised pride at the animations being considered at all. "Self effacement- you do not consider writing creation? Your damnable book and all it's kohl caked admirers with chipped black nail polish and mournful sighs are not proof?

"What do you consider yourself then, a taxidermist? A curator? A nosy neighbor peeking through the windows, jotting notes?"
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[personal profile] namozi 2025-04-19 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Curious, yes. Loudmouth, very much so. Unfortunately for the rest of us you contain multitudes," Armand answers with an airy wave of the hand, moving the edge pieces of the puzzle into a little pile. "If you did not you would be dead."

Now he seems curious about making piles of the pieces in similar shapes, for whatever reason. Not helpful but at this point he seems to be going about the puzzle not unlike a kid just making a mess or making piles of his toys instead. Focused on it as he leans against Daniel, though his attention couldn't be more obviously on Daniel himself.

Enough that he even breaks his nonchalance to look to Daniel, assessing as he asks, "What is the truth of Daniel Molloy 'when you get right down to it,' then?"