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Post by Aziraphale on Jul 31, 2008 18:47:08 GMT -5
"She wasn't doing it on purpose!"
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Jul 31, 2008 18:57:01 GMT -5
"Fine," Herbert relented. "Just give me five minutes to rearrange my hair-"
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Post by Aziraphale on Jul 31, 2008 19:02:01 GMT -5
"Very well," *Aziraphale agreed, and turned to leave the room.*
*He waited out in the hallway, still annoyed.*
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Post by Armand on Jul 31, 2008 19:23:54 GMT -5
Armand turned the corner, and saw the Count's son's mortal companion, standing in the middle of the hallway.
Oh.
Armand had actually been looking for either the Count or his son, the hosts of this party- wandering around the castle, he'd tried to look like he wasn't. But maybe the son's human would serve just as well.
Later on, Armand would look back on this and realize how incredibly stupid it was of him to have done something like this. But he was getting more and more annoyed, with still no sign of Daniel in a place where every vampire in Paris had shown up and even some from farther, and even just a little concerned. If something had happened to him, would Armand have known it?
He stepped forwards, and caught the human's eye.
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Post by Aziraphale on Jul 31, 2008 19:26:18 GMT -5
"Can I help you?" *Aziraphale asked in a friendly manner. He didn't have anything to fear from him, after all.*
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Post by Armand on Jul 31, 2008 19:39:08 GMT -5
Armand was irritated. He'd barely talked to anyone but they'd all been unhelpful, he didn't know anyone- which was unspeakable and astounding and sort of scary, as Armand had considered himself...not wise, never wise, but powerful and intelligent enough to get by as a vampire in Paris- and this feeling of worry was jarring and uncomfortable. He'd gone centuries without caring for anyone as much as much as he cared for Daniel, and while that sounded sappy and romantic Armand was not enjoying the reversal. Turn-about was fair play, but if Daniel was doing this just to be vindictive Armand was going to wring his neck.
And this wasn't the Count's son, the reason he'd left the ballroom, but that was all right. With the Count's son, he couldn't do this...
Armand exhaled, very lightly. His boyish face, so smooth and unreadable, shimmered. His brown eyes reached out to Aziraphale with a depth and sadness that had been one of Armand's weapons towards the unwary for centuries. Armand couldn't help being stuck in this unchanging body, slender and fragile-looking compared to modern-day men. So he used it.
"I'm looking for someone."
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Post by Aziraphale on Jul 31, 2008 20:04:33 GMT -5
*Aziraphale frowned a little, sensing that he was trying some kind of illusion. This, of course, just added to his irritation. Why couldn't people just ask politely for what they wanted? He sighed in annoyance as he addressed Armand.*
"Is that really necessary, my boy?"
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Post by Armand on Jul 31, 2008 20:12:52 GMT -5
The sad brown eyes blinked- once, twice.
But, he's a mortal -
Frustrated, Armand turned it up. Vampires breaking out of it, yes, he could see that, but humans doing so...That just wasn't possible.
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Post by Aziraphale on Jul 31, 2008 20:17:52 GMT -5
"You're only going to embarrass yourself," *Aziraphale said testily, his patience for the evening strained enough as it was.*
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Post by Armand on Jul 31, 2008 20:23:12 GMT -5
Armand's eyes widened. The illusions cut off, abruptly, and he was just a boy again.
"What are you?" he demanded, the smooth young mask cracking in his anger. it was quite a change from only moments ago, when he'd had the face of an angel. No pun intended, Aziraphale.
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Jul 31, 2008 20:35:19 GMT -5
Herbert, as promised, emerged from his room, compulsively patting his hair into place. He was about to say something when he saw an unfamiliar vampire with his angel. His eyes narrowed.
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Post by Aziraphale on Jul 31, 2008 20:38:10 GMT -5
"You know, I really don't have time for this," *he snapped, no longer concerned with appearing rude.*
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Post by Armand on Jul 31, 2008 20:50:35 GMT -5
Armand looked bewildered and angry, for a few seconds. He caught sight of Herbert lurking behind Aziraphale, the other vampire looking quietly furious. Armand's face smoothed. Was this human that important to him?
Well. Not a human. Unless it was a very, very talented human...?
Something was off. For the first time, Armand looked a little deeper. He didn't try to brush his mind against the other's, because it probably wouldn't have worked. No. He looked, he felt, he extended his senses...
Something...something...
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Jul 31, 2008 21:03:10 GMT -5
"I've decided to give the ball another go, Zira," said Herbert, without looking away from Armand. "Who are you," he demanded of the other vampire, "and what are you doing with my angel?"
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Post by Armand on Jul 31, 2008 21:08:14 GMT -5
Armand would have dismissed it as a ridiculously sappy endearment, except...
No, it can't be, but what else...? He can't be, i just, he can't-
"You're an angel?" he said, and that would have been demanded too if not for the desperate, disbelieving tone of his voice.
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