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Log: Ongoing
When: Friday, October 17, evening
Rating: PG
Characters: Armand![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
amadeodivenezia and Cain Hargreaves misterblackbird
Summary: Armand has made a request for people's stories and Cain has agreed to oblige him.
Log:
A piano bar, a Friday evening, and a teenage boy with a video camera. What could be odd about the picture? Perhaps it was that the auburn-haired boy with the deep brown eyes appeared to be seventeen at most, and that if one were being generous? Perhaps. Perhaps it was that the boy was a vampire over five hundred years old, a truth hinted at by the inhuman grace of his movements, the utter smoothness of his skin, and the peculiar glassy sheen to his fingernails.
Armand appeared lost in thought or contemplation of his camera, though his thoughts were a million miles and half a millennium away. It would be better if memory faded with time, it would be a mercy. Armand could remember everything from those lost days in Venice, and what he was remembering was the most lost thing of them all.
"...then this unkindness must be in my nature, Armand. It will not go." Two simple sentences to confirm the worst of his fears. What had once been in Venice could never be again.
It was an agony of synchronicity to then hear from Anita that Lestat had played the role of supplicant with her that Armand had played with Lestat and with as much result. He felt no sorrow for Lestat's loss, but rather a remembered sorrow for how it had felt to be cast aside after begging to be kept. Doubtless Lestat had not begged; he was ever braver than Armand.
Lux was a better place to be for Armand than his own home. He needed this moment away from those he knew and those who knew the ones he loved. He needed to lose himself in the present rather than the past and regret.
Let Cain Hargreaves' story be a good one. Let it be filled with emotion, be it pain or joy or rage, but let it be something to sweep him away from his own thoughts.
[ooc: My apologies, Caru for the lateness. Long work day FTL.]
Rating: PG
Characters: Armand
amadeodivenezia and Cain Hargreaves misterblackbird Summary: Armand has made a request for people's stories and Cain has agreed to oblige him.
Log:
A piano bar, a Friday evening, and a teenage boy with a video camera. What could be odd about the picture? Perhaps it was that the auburn-haired boy with the deep brown eyes appeared to be seventeen at most, and that if one were being generous? Perhaps. Perhaps it was that the boy was a vampire over five hundred years old, a truth hinted at by the inhuman grace of his movements, the utter smoothness of his skin, and the peculiar glassy sheen to his fingernails.
Armand appeared lost in thought or contemplation of his camera, though his thoughts were a million miles and half a millennium away. It would be better if memory faded with time, it would be a mercy. Armand could remember everything from those lost days in Venice, and what he was remembering was the most lost thing of them all.
"...then this unkindness must be in my nature, Armand. It will not go." Two simple sentences to confirm the worst of his fears. What had once been in Venice could never be again.
It was an agony of synchronicity to then hear from Anita that Lestat had played the role of supplicant with her that Armand had played with Lestat and with as much result. He felt no sorrow for Lestat's loss, but rather a remembered sorrow for how it had felt to be cast aside after begging to be kept. Doubtless Lestat had not begged; he was ever braver than Armand.
Lux was a better place to be for Armand than his own home. He needed this moment away from those he knew and those who knew the ones he loved. He needed to lose himself in the present rather than the past and regret.
Let Cain Hargreaves' story be a good one. Let it be filled with emotion, be it pain or joy or rage, but let it be something to sweep him away from his own thoughts.
[ooc: My apologies, Caru for the lateness. Long work day FTL.]