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Post by Armand on Apr 10, 2009 9:26:02 GMT -5
Armand's eyes flickered to the side. "Come in, Vincent," he said, without rising. He did not know what the younger vampire wanted, but he was not overly concerned with his and Nicolas' meeting. They would have to eventually, and- unwisely- Armand assumed that things would be no different than they'd been in any of the covens he'd lived in or led.
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Apr 10, 2009 13:31:50 GMT -5
Nicolas had always been much less conscious of other vampires than Armand or the rest of the theater had been, particularly when already distracted, as he was very easily distracted by Armand, even when he wasn't speaking - the firelight against Armand's hair or his eyelashes easily caught him off guard when he meant to reply instead to Armand's unkind and unfeeling admonishments.
Therefore, he was completely unprepared for the rapping on the door. Poltergeist-like, at first, to his own mind, he felt as though a ghost was battering upon his very own heart; but to watch Armand, then, turn his eyes to the side, firelight reflecting off of them, seeking out the unnatural amber of them barely visible through the thick fan of lashes, paralyzed him.
Who is Vincent?
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Post by Vincent on Apr 13, 2009 14:48:22 GMT -5
Vincent entered slowly. His pale face seemed to glow as he stepped inside the room and the soft warm light from the fire lit up his face. Though he was unaware of that - his deep blue eyes were fixated on the two vampires in front of him. Armand, sitting on the floor, looked absolutely beautiful by the fire. It was nearly breathtaking.
The other one, who looked like he would have been slightly older than Vincent himself in human years, had brown, curly -and very tousled - hair. His face was beautiful as well, and Vincent couldn't help but feeling a familiar scent coming off of him. It reminded him of...Lune? Aurel? No, it must be a mistake - his mind must be playing tricks with him.
Vincent took a gracious step toward Nicolas, giving him a polite smile. If this is a friend, or something, to Armand, I'd better at least say hello, he thought. "I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation", he began, "but I heard a strange voice and wanted to find out whom it belognged to." Vincent bowed his head slightly as an apology and sort of a greeting. "My name is Vincent Chevalier. I have been staying here with Armand."
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Post by Armand on Apr 13, 2009 20:37:30 GMT -5
How polite. Much less tiresome than his earlier outburst, however enlightening it'd been. Armand approved very much of Vincent.
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Apr 21, 2009 14:32:55 GMT -5
What was Armand expecting? Nicolas looked at Vincent Chevalier a moment - the name having fallen somewhere in his memory, found a niche, and only the barest bit of conscious thought had been allotted to it; once he had recognized it, the resultant bitterness had forced the recognition into the subconscious, as Nicolas' mind was well-used to categorizing things in tricky ways so as to prevent full-on mania however it could. But a moment was really the only amount of time he could afford himself in looking on him. He was too pretty, as vampires usually were, and he did not want to look on those features for any longer a time than was absolutely necessary.
He looked instead at Armand. Of course, Armand was the loveliest thing anyone had ever laid eyes on - and usually those who did would never see anything lovelier again, beyond, if they had been fortunate to live their lives cloistered away from temptation, heaven's gate - but there was something in it deeply personal to Nicolas, and therefore he could afford to look at him, his mind usually able to produce enough ghastliness in the cherubic features for him to not be wholly swept away by him in very extreme circumstances. His body had tensed, so automatically that he hadn't even noticed it, like a dog that was not quite trained and about to lapse back into earlier behavior.
"Oh, has he?"
There was a note of demanding in his voice, not altogether unlike a note of hysteria.
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Post by Armand on Apr 21, 2009 17:38:54 GMT -5
"Yes," said Armand, who'd turned his body ever-so-slightly towards Nicolas', his face perfectly and serenely smooth although there was a bare hint of warning in his voice. "He has."
Armand had not missed that note in Nicolas' voice, but he saved his frown for later if needed- that faint distressed, disapproving frown. He did not see any reason for Nicolas to be jealous or upset, and so couldn't quite comprehend the tensing of his body, the higher pitch of his voice. Nicolas had stayed with someone before he came here, and surely he did not think that Armand belonged and existed only for him; their moments of near-intimacy in the past were always out of others' company, but by no means had they been the only two in the theatre.
"Why is that a problem, Nicolas?"
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Post by Vincent on Apr 23, 2009 15:22:59 GMT -5
Neither Vincent missed the tone in Nicolas's voice, and stopped himself from smirking. Nicolas reacted like a jealous person in love would. He knew; he had probably sounded similar if Lune would introduce him to her lover. For a short second he panicked. What if she didhave a lover? What would he do then? Vincent looked at Nicolas, trying to smile as gentle as possible.
"I will not stay here forever. It's just that I presently don't hae a place of my own, and Armand was kind enough to offer me a room here." he said, hoping that Nicolas knowing Vincent eventually would leave, camled him down a bit.
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Apr 26, 2009 19:26:00 GMT -5
Vincent's smiling gently did not help his case, nor did his logic. Nicolas was not one to listen to logic even in perfectly sane times (the only person he really listened to when they were speaking rationally was himself, and Nicki only ever spoke rationally for the purpose of discarding whatever he said, for discrediting it, or giving someone else the opportunity to do so. Besides, how long Vincent was staying was not the point, and since when had Nicolas been a good judge of time? No. It was that Armand had asked Vincent to stay with him first, and that, therefore, it meant relatively little that he'd ask Nicolas to. It clearly had nothing to do with Nicolas, no affection or warmth there, not even any nostalgia. And Nicolas had been sitting here talking about the past like a fool! How coldly, how distantly, Armand must have been watching him. Nicolas felt his skin prickle with self-loathing, and he had a difficult time judging depth properly. He couldn't help that his lip curled.
Vincent, a perfect stranger, much too blue-eyed, much too black-haired to be an accident, simply welcomed into the tower at some point. Nicolas' own little sacred Satanic temple had been violated without his even knowing it. He tore his eyes away from Vincent, not even realizing he'd been staring at him for as long as he had been, and looked at Armand. He did not realize he was backing away. It was only his vampiric reflexes that made it possible for him to do so without tripping over something.
"You - really are a whore, aren't you?" he said, teeth grinding together as though he couldn't get his jaw apart. He laughed immediately afterwards, the sound thick even to his ears, as though he were moments away from absolute hysteria. But if he gave into it, neither of them would know, although certainly they'd be free to guess; he stumbled towards the window and went out of it in an eyeblink.
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Post by Armand on Apr 27, 2009 7:51:50 GMT -5
Armand's lip curled, but he didn't bother to respond to something so ridiculous as Nicolas' words; he watched the violinist disappear out the window, scorn written all over his features, then his expression smoothed over and he turned back to Vincent. The tilt of his head and his faint smile spoke as much as any words, conveying an amused sort of helplessness as if to apologize for Nicolas' behavior (an amusement and a helplessness that he did not at all feel).
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Post by Vincent on Apr 28, 2009 14:44:33 GMT -5
Vincent stared at the window Nicolas just had lept through. "Well. He seemed... special."
He turned to Armand and couldn't help but grin. His grin turned into a chuckle, and Vincent shook his head apologeticly. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude to you, Armand. But it seems your friend is jealous over nothing, don't you think? It is not as if I stole you from him or anything." Vincent paused, and seemed to be studying Armand's face."However, I doubt that one is able to "own" you in the first place."
The fact that Nicolas's reaction had given Vincent a bad feeling, was something he didn't want to mention, and forced it to the back of his mind.
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Post by Armand on Apr 28, 2009 21:45:19 GMT -5
Armand inclined his head, faint smile still in place, in acknowledgement of Vincent's statement. "However, I doubt that one is able to "own" you in the first place." Vincent might be surprised.
"Nicolas has always been very irrational," he said, shrugging. He seemed a little weary of it, as though he'd had to deal with Nicolas' irrationality for longer than Vincent could imagine, his eyes downcast, his hands folded in front of him as he stood- a small lone figure against the backdrop of stone and window, deliberately tragic. Well, it was true, he was irritated with Nicolas and weary of his unfounded paranoia, his jealousy, his fits, but in this case he was letting it show for a reason. It was all for Vincent's benefit.
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Post by Vincent on May 2, 2009 12:02:52 GMT -5
Vincent nodded. Nicolas did seem irrational indeed. He walked over to the fire and sat down in a quick flowing movement. He stared into the fire's warm light for a little while, then he glanced up at Armand. "How long have you two known each other?"
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Post by Armand on May 2, 2009 12:50:35 GMT -5
Carelessly, with the absolute recall of a vampire, "We met the winter of 1780." Such an innocent, unassuming way of putting it, when their meeting had been anything but; Armand had known of Nicolas weeks before, but the first time Nicolas had met him it was to shoot in panic at the night which had suddenly come forth to claim him.
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Post by Vincent on May 7, 2009 12:45:33 GMT -5
"I see." A little annoyed with the short answer he was given, Vincent glared at Armand, as if staring at him would make him tell more about it. Realizing it probably wouldn't work, he looked away. Not that Armand seemed angry or anything due to his staring, it was just that he was so beautiful, it felt as if it would be too painful to look at him for too long.
"Is he... a friend, or..." Vincent cleared his voice, unneccecarily - it sounded as soft and clear always. "...or is more than that?" He figured Armand knew he had heard a bit of their conversation, and thought he should bring it up. Maybe Armand would get angry with him? Aurel would have had one of his hissyfits and start to scold him and maybe throw him around a bit. But Armand, who clearly was just as powerful as Aurel at least, didn't seem to be so violent at first glance. But what did he know?
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Post by Armand on May 9, 2009 7:10:42 GMT -5
Armand could sense Vincent's irritation, and he rather enjoyed it. It did made him wonder as to the being that had been his maker, that Vincent got so easily annoyed when not given what he wanted. It was as though he was not used to disappointment.
As for his question, though- really. Armand repressed the curl of his upper lip. "What do you think, Vincent?" Armand asked, his voice deceptively soft. "Did you think you'd interrupted a lover's spat? A friendly quarrel? An unfriendly one? Maybe I was about to throw him out the window prior to your entrance, or he throw me, and perhaps you shouldn't listen at doors and still expect those on whom you've been eavesdropping to answer you."
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